My heavenly teacher, my object is evil

Zhai Yan actually didn't want to use talismans, but he still remembered Song Yixing's confession to the hostess that he had two talismans, one to keep on his body for self-protection, and the other to stick on Xianggui's body if he had the ability.

But Di Yan promised Song Yixing that he would become a good ghost, and he didn't know what to do, so he simply changed from the hands-on method.

So a piece of talisman went down, screaming like a ghost.

Pain, so painful that it twists, this is the only thing that ghosts can perceive, it hurts so much that ghosts ignore the powerful evil spirit, and their hands with sharp nails grab the corner of Zhai Yan's clothes like straws: "Ghost king... You...give me a good time."

Zhai Yan doesn't like others to touch him, except Song Yixing.

Ruthlessly flicking away hands that are like ghosts convulsing like chicken feet.

"Zhai Yan!"

"Leave ghosts under my hands!!!"

Two voices sounded behind him, and Zhai Yan turned to look.

Song Yixing and Lu Qian hurried over, Song Yixing grabbed Di Yan's hand: "Did you touch the talisman again?"

Di Yan's hand also had traces of being burned by the talisman, and Song Yixing knew at a glance that the talisman that scalded Di Yan belonged to him.

"Why do you want everything...forget it..." Song Yixing said anxiously, "Are you injured?"

One of the talismans that Song Yixing gave to the hostess is the evil-suppressing and exorcising talisman, and the other is the manifesting talisman represented by Song Yixing's fame. If the hostess can stick the talisman on the ghost, the talisman can catch the unknown breath.

Obviously, Zhai Yan posted the wrong talisman.

If the talisman hadn't been damaged by Zhai Yan during the time he was carrying it, this evil spirit-suppressing and exorcising talisman would just stick on Xianggui's forehead, and Xianggui could go straight away.

"No injury." Zhai Yan said.

"Fart." Song Yixing said, "My hands are going to be burnt into pig's trotters."

Zhai Yan: "..."

"Song Yixing."

Lu Qian yelled: "If you're like a ghost, you're still in love with me."

Song Yixing stretched out his hand, he knew Zhai Yan very well, it was impossible for this ghost to follow only one talisman, if he did, he would definitely not keep the two talismans for the hostess.

Zhai Yan was silent and didn't make any further moves.

After a while, Zhai Yan said: "There is only one left."

Means not to him.

Song Yixing scolded with a smile: "All right, all you have to do is pick."

Then he turned around to look at the ghost, Lu Qian had already taken off the talisman on the ghost's forehead, and the talisman was so hot that there was a large piece of paste on the ghost's forehead, overflowing with sticky filth.

"Heavenly Master..." The ghost's figure became ethereal, it knew that it was about to vanish into thin air, and it couldn't change its ending, but before that, it vented its anger, and pointed its claws at Zhai Yan: "It... ...it, that's it! The Ghost King of Yanye Mountain...it actually uses talismans!"

Song Yixing slapped Xianggui's hand pointing at Zhai Yan, and said while squeezing, "Don't fucking point at my boyfriend like that."

Like a ghost: "..."

Eyes like ghost copper bells looked at Song Yixing in disbelief, then at Zhai Yan, and finally let out a big mouthful of filth in anger.

"Still talking nonsense?" Lu Qian urged.

Song Yixing didn't say much, and just a second before the ghost was about to die, the Wanxie Appearance Curse fell.

Song Yixing: "Go!"

The golden light soared in an instant and woven into a big net, enveloping the sporadic ghost-like figures in the air.However, in the next second, the golden net fell to the ground lightly like a deflated ball—there was no nameless aura.

"How is it possible?" Lu Qian's eyes widened in disbelief.

Song Yixing's expression was not good, and he asked in a low voice: "Is there something wrong?"

He was sure that the Wanxie Appearance Curse had caught something, but there was no dark energy as expected.

Lu Qian's face darkened: "Let me ask your little uncle."

Knowing that the ghost is a failed product of Wuming's refinement, the little martial uncle read it from the classics, so he took the phone and called the little martial uncle.

Song Yixing stared at Jinwang and thought about the reason.

Zhai Yan was also wrapped in this golden net, knowing that if he was wrapped up, his real body would be revealed, he thought for a while and said, "This is how its real body is."

Song Yixing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't explain to Zhai Yan, so he had to put away the spell, and then squatted down to check the traces on the ground.

When Song Yixing squatted down, Zhai Yan and Lu Qian met eyes.Lu Qian just finished the phone call, turned his head to Song Yixing and said, "Your little uncle said to go and read the classics."

Song Yixing said 'hmm' and continued to check the stains on the ground.

Lu Qian and Zhai Yan stared at each other.

"..." Lu Qian put down his phone, coughed and introduced himself to break the embarrassment of meeting his apprentice and daughter-in-law for the first time: "Cough, I am Song Yixing's master."

Zhai Yan: "I'm Song Yixing's boyfriend."

Lu Qian: "...Well, the first meeting was too hasty, the red envelope will be sure next time."

Zhai Yan: "Okay."

Lu Qian wanted to say 'you're welcome', but then thought about Zhai Yan's identity and gave up, politely said: "I've been hearing about you from Song Yixing before, but seeing you today is really extraordinary."

No wonder Yan controlled Song Yixing to death.

Zhai Yan: "What did he mention?"

Lu Qian: "..."

Thinking of Song Yixing's words, Lu Qian was a little ashamed to speak, and finally put together Song Yixing's words, saying: "Say you are nice, handsome, and tall, and use all the money you earn!"

Zhai Yan thought for a while and said, "He never mentioned you to me."

Lu Qian: "...didn't mention a single word?"

Song Yixing said: "Zhai Yan, think about it carefully, I mentioned it before!"

Zhai Yan finally remembered, and changed his words: "I mentioned it."

Lu Qian was curious: "What did he say?"

Zhai Yan glanced at Song Yixing, paused and said, "He said, if I kill you, he won't forgive me."

Song Yixing, who had been eavesdropping on the awkward conversation between this person and a ghost, choked suddenly: "Cough cough cough..."

Lu Qian: "..."

Song Yixing changed the subject abruptly: "Is there any news about my little uncle?"

Lu Qian: "It's not a library. You can get news by checking the system. How can it be so fast?"

Baoyang Taoist Temple has a special room for collecting classics. Unlike the current books, the classics are all recorded in one stroke and one stroke, and there is no catalogue. It is not so easy to find information about ghosts smoothly.

The two of them and one ghost waited for news from the little uncle by the side of the road, although the ghost among them didn't know what it was waiting for.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the sky became darker, and the wind blew up again at night.

Song Yixing rubbed his arms, and when he felt a little cold, Zhai Yan helped him block the wind.

"Is it cold?" Zhai Yan asked him.

Lu Qian curled his lips and turned his head away, not wanting to look at the couple.

"good."

Song Yixing thought that Zhai Yan was going to take off his coat for himself, but Zhai Yan did, and then pointed to Xiushuitang: "You can go take a bath."

Song Yixing whispered: "You can't leave Master by the side of the road. Next time."

Although Zhai Yan was thinking about the soup for two, Song Yixing let it go after saying so.

Lu Qian felt angry in his heart, endured and endured, and finally said: "Can't you invite me?"

Song Yixing glanced at him: "I know you well, are you in the mood to make love now?"

The nameless clue broke here, and he lost even the interest in taking a mandarin duck bath, let alone Lu Qian who was willing to pay out of money in order to subdue the nameless.

Lu Qian hummed twice, and was about to say something when the young master finally called.

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mourning hall.

Fortunately, the people in the mourning hall were either old or very young, so Yu Ziming's nonsense made things up to stabilize the situation.

The hostess glanced at Yu Ziming gratefully, and then walked to Yu Ziming's side: "Those two masters left in a hurry, what happened?"

Yu Ziming is a member of the Supernatural Action Department, keeping in mind the confidentiality agreement, and did not answer the hostess' questions.

The hostess thought for a while and then said: "Master, is the mourning hall still in danger? These children are still so young, what if..."

A child appeared in the mourning hall, the daughter of the hostess, who came to the mourning hall after returning from kindergarten.

When the father passed away, according to the rules, the child still had to come to the mourning hall to keep watch.

Although the hostess 1 were unwilling, but Song Yixing explained that she could not tell others about her husband's strangeness, nor could she let her daughter discover her father's strangeness.

Only then did Yu Ziming say: "Not yet."

The ghost has already set its sights on the next target, so the identities of father and husband will be abandoned.

However, Yu Ziming's answer did not make the hostess breathe a sigh of relief, on the contrary, it made the hostess feel uneasy.

She thought for a while and picked up her daughter who was kneeling on the mat.

"It's getting late, the child has to go to school tomorrow, her father will understand." The hostess said to other relatives.

"Dad, I'll take the child home to sleep, please help me watch for a while."

The old father nodded. It was chilly at night, and he was also afraid that his granddaughter would catch a cold.

The hostess did not dare to take the children back to the house in Garden Ridge. Fortunately, she had another house in Beishan City, where she and her daughter lived after her husband died.

It took only ten minutes to drive. The hostess asked her daughter to sit in the child safety seat in the back row, and also threw the bag in the back row. a cigarette.

She really wanted to leave forever, but there was no way, she couldn't let her relatives keep guarding in the haunted hall.

After taking two sips of the cigarette, the hostess felt a little more relaxed, and her mind became clearer, and then she extinguished the cigarette like an electric shock.

My daughter has asthma!

After having a daughter, the hostess hardly smoked anymore, and today she couldn't hold back anymore.

Quickly lowered the car window and turned to look at her daughter: "Ninny, do you feel..."

The next words stopped abruptly.

The daughter looked at her mother with her eyes open, showing no sign of discomfort.

The hostess breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry, mom will never smoke in front of you again."

The daughter nodded obediently.

"Mom, close the windows in the back seat, it's so noisy outside," the daughter said.

"Okay." The hostess said: "Mom, just close the windows in the back seat."

Pressing the window control button with trembling hands, the hostess thought for a while and then turned to look at her daughter: "Help mom get the bag here."

Daughter: "Okay."

The daughter reached for the bag, and stopped when she was about to touch the bag: "Mom, take it yourself, I can't reach it."

The hostess's scalp was a little numb, and she reached for the bag in the back row.

It's still a finger away, but it can't reach the handbag no matter what.

The daughter said: "Mom, don't be nervous, you can unbuckle your seat belt."

The hostess's blood was pouring backwards, her toes were cold, she hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt, and finally pinched the handbag in her hand with a lot of strength, and she was relieved.

The daughter smiled at her: "Mom, but I have already taken out the things in the bag."