My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

The person on the portrait was gone, and he was in the mourning hall again. Coupled with the strange news of the Huayuan Ridge community, the people in the mourning hall couldn't help shaking.

"Yu Ziming." Song Yixing called out.

Although Yu Ziming is a dull person, he has worked in the operation department for several years and has rich experience in dealing with emergencies. He set up a barrier the moment the screams sounded.

So passers-by could only see the commotion of the mourning hall but could not hear any sounds. Even if there were curious people, they avoided the mourning hall and did not get close.

Lu Qian wiped the portrait with his finger, and rubbed black stains on the pads of his index finger and thumb together.

His face involuntarily sank.

Song Yixing helped the old man up, at this moment the hostess came over tremblingly, Song Yixing glanced at the hostess, the hostess saw the old man's face clearly, and called 'Dad' anxiously.

As he spoke, he anxiously ran to Song Yixing's side.

Song Yixing handed the old man to the hostess, and the hostess put her hand on the old man's heart, anxiously comforting: "Don't worry, don't worry."

It is not easy for the old man to calm down when he encounters this incident with his own eyes. The hostess is about to call '120', Song Yixing said: "Let me see first."

The hostess had seen the capabilities of Song Yixing and his lover, so she stopped making calls with complete trust.I saw Song Yixing grabbed the old man's hand, and quickly and smoothly drew a few strokes on his palm.

When the pen was completed, the old man choked, and then retracted the heart that had jumped into his throat.

The hostess was overjoyed and looked at Song Yixing as if she was looking at a fairy: "Thank you, thank you."

"You have to pay more attention." Song Yixing reminded.

He just wrote a spell to soothe the nerves, and if the old man got agitated, he would still have to be sent to the hospital.

The hostess hurriedly asked the old man, "Dad, how do you feel now?"

The old man panted, and pointed at the portrait in the mourning hall tremblingly: "No...it's gone."

All the people who were scattered like birds and beasts discovered this, thinking of the content of the hostess' chat in the mourning hall in the afternoon, their hairs stood on their heads and their scalps went numb.

The hostess originally wanted to comfort the elderly father, but she looked back at the portrait in the mourning hall, and her complexion was not good. For example, the comforting words of 'you are dazzled' and 'you read wrong' came to her lips, but she couldn't help it. I can't say it.

We had to pin our hopes on Song Yixing.

But Song Yixing can only pin his hopes on Yu Ziming, he is not from the operation department, and he has no rules of hiding ghosts and gods from the public.

Yu Ziming raised his voice and said: "Everyone, don't be afraid, the disappearance of the portrait is not a supernatural event, it is because..." He thought for a while and said: "Physical phenomenon."

Song Yixing turned his head away without hope, a little lost.

Yu Ziming bit the bullet and said: "Quantum mechanics! When the molecules in the air are fully combusted, they will collide with the cold air, oh no, it is repulsion. The material of photo paper is fiber paper base, and the gas formed by the interweaving of hot air and cold air If it collides with the fiber paper base, the portrait in the photo will disappear..."

This is what Yu Ziming learned from Wang Zheng.

Song Yixing supported his forehead, his head hurt a little.

The hostess smiled awkwardly.

The others listened seriously, Song Yixing saw that Yu Ziming's nonsense had stabilized the situation anyway, then he walked up to Lu Qian, looked at the stains on Lu Qian's fingertips, and frowned like Zhai Yan's habit.

The contract was signed, but it was very strange.

After the contract is signed, traces will be left. Half of the traces left belong to the female body and the other half belong to the human being. Generally speaking, the traces left by the female body are evil spirits, and the traces left by humans are blood stains. The two will combine.

Song Yixing stared at Lu Qian's fingers for a long time, and endured it for a long time.

Finally, when Lu Qian looked at him, he couldn't help it anymore, and said, "The black thing, it can't be evil spirit."

"What?" Lu Qian said, "You can't even smell your husband?"

"...Damn it." Song Yixing was startled, and quickly hugged Lu Qian's fingers and looked carefully: "It's really... really Zhai Yan?"

Lu Qian: "What should we do?"

Song Yixing comforted: "It's okay, Zhai Yan should be able to fight like a ghost. If you are worried, I will call him and tell him to be careful."

Lu Qian wanted to kick Song Yixing: "Am I fucking worried about Zhai Yan?"

"I'm fucking worried about being like a ghost!!!"

Song Yixing quickly covered Lu Qian's mouth: "Keep your voice down, Yu Ziming managed to stabilize the situation, don't hold back!"

Lu Qian threw Song Yixing's hand away angrily, but the volume did drop: "Do ghosts have brains? Why are they like you? You can't tell if it's a human or a ghost."

Song Yixing was silent: "You can't blame the ghost, and you can't blame me. Zhai Yan pretends to be a person."

"I'm quite proud of your tone? Do you want to present a pennant to Zhai Yan?"

"No." Song Yixing smiled.

"Laughing fart." Lu Qian glared at the closed disciple who turned his elbow outward!

Song Yixing said sternly: "I was just thinking about what to write in the pennant." He thought about it very seriously: "The most likeable person award of the year."

"Rolling." Lu Qian only felt a heart attack.

Song Yixing said: "Why are you in such a hurry, it's a blessing among misfortunes that the ghost found Zhai Yan, at least the ghost can't harm anyone, right?"

Lu Qian felt a little comforted: "This sentence still sounds like a human sentence."

Song Yixing said: "Will Zhai Yan have any merit?"

"Kung fu!" Lu Qian couldn't help shouting again, and the others looked at him.

Song Yixing reminded in a low voice: "Calm down your anger."

Lu Qian's volume decreased again: "The dragon robe and the eyeball have not found any clues so far. The only clue to find the nameless eye is the ghost. You crushed the ghost, where did you find Wuming?"

Song Yixing's complexion sank.

Fuck, forgot about this.

"Hurry up, call him quickly!" Lu Qian said urgently.

Needless to say, Lu Qian, Song Yixing's call has already been dialed.

However, the reply was not optimistic. There was an electronic female voice in the receiver, and Song Yixing was sorry and regretful: Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later.

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Xiao Liu parked the car on the side of the road, the street is a small business district, Xiushuitang is on the second floor of a building, and the signboard lamps are still on.

Zhai Yan got out of the car, suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at Xiao Liu again.

Xiao Liu: "Mr. Zhai?"

Zhai Yan: "Thank you."

Xiao Liu laughed: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

Zhai Yan then closed the car door and walked towards Xiushuitang. The advertising slogan of Xiushuitang was so attractive to Zhai Yan, "Become a fairy after attaining Taoism".

Of course, what attracted him more was the intimate soup for two.

Walking downstairs of Xiushuitang, Zhai Yan raised his eyes to look at the signboard of Xiushuitang.

The genius just sank, the street was originally full of people coming and going, but suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the cool wind swished, blowing on the body as if being soaked in a basin of cold water.

So pedestrians quickened their pace and wanted to go home to take shelter from the wind.

Like a ghost hiding behind a street tree, it looks greedily at its new target.

Looking at Xin Chang's figure and perfect profile, don't be too charming, okay?

I don't know what it would be like for such a perfect person to be frightened, like a ghost who is not in a hurry to kill the new target immediately, it gathers the wind with its yin energy, and then blows it towards Zhai Yan.

Sure enough, Zhai Yan looked this way.

The ghost was stunned, it felt that Zhai Yan had discovered it, but it was impossible, it hadn't shown itself yet.The ghost hadn't started playing tricks on the new target yet, and didn't want to kill it so soon, so it hid itself.

Zhai Yan turned his gaze away, forget it, the important thing is to occupy the position.

He raised his foot and stepped into the entrance of Xiushui Hall.

At the entrance is a staircase leading directly to the second floor, with many small lights hanging from the ceiling.

When Zhai Yan stepped on the first step, the light above his head went out.

Stepping on the second step, the second light above the head also went out.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have noticed something was wrong, and he would either turn around and leave or run up in one breath.Like a ghost squatting outside, imagining how to appear in a dazzling way, if a new target runs out, it will collide with itself.

Zhai Yan stepped on the fourth step, the lights in front were still on, but the lights behind him were all off.

His face remained unchanged, and he chose to continue walking up.

呵呵味——

As he climbed higher and higher, the light bulb above his head made the sound of electric current, which was especially weird in the quiet space.

Zhai Yan stopped in his tracks, looking at the shadow behind him from the corner of his eye.

Like a ghost slowly approaching.

There was no expression on Zhai Yan's face at all. If frowning could be regarded as emotion, then Zhai Yan's face was full of impatience.

It's so annoying, there will be no room in the bathroom in a while!

As if a ghost didn't know what Di Yan was thinking, he opened his bloody mouth and exposed his fangs, stretched out his body to his heart's content, his nails were as long as sharp knives, and rushed towards Di Yan the moment another lamp went out.

The sound of the electric current suddenly intensified at this moment, 'Zi Zi Zi', the lights of the entire corridor went out in an instant.

Like a ghost pounced, it was empty, but the figure seemed to be roasted by fire, and the smell of burnt permeated the entire corridor.

Just as the ghost was about to cry out in pain because of this real injury, his neck was grabbed, and his throat seemed to be burning.

Ghosts will not affect their vision because of the light, like ghosts looking up at Zhai Yan.

Zhai Yan was also looking at it.

Like a ghost: "..."

The two ghosts looked at each other.

After two seconds, the ghost showed a terrified expression: "You... are you the ghost king of Yanye Mountain who treats ghosts as a dish in the legend?"

The evil spirit overflowing from Zhai Yan's body gave Xianggui an accurate answer.

Like a ghost shedding painful tears: "I hate... the ghost king of Yan Ye Mountain... ah... my day..."

Considering the ghost king of Yanye Mountain as his target, and thinking about it in another way like a ghost, he knew that it was unjustifiable for him not to die this time.

Knowing that he is doomed to die, but he wants to die easier, begging for mercy like a ghost: "It's because I don't have eyes, I can't recognize you, I know I dirty your eyes, I dare not expect you to let me go , please give me a happy time!"

Zhai Yan looked at it, although he was annoyed that the bug was delaying his work, but he didn't crush it right away.

He took out two talismans from his pocket with his bare hands. The talismans were stolen by Di Yan from the mistress. He had already helped the mistress solve the ghost seal, so he had to take away the talismans Song Yixing gave her.

Zhai Yan looked at the talismans, thought about them seriously, and then chose one of them and pasted it on the ghost's forehead.

Like a ghost: "........."

fuck!

Fuck it!

What the hell is this.

My day!There is a fucking serious illness!