Cloud God is not God

Fei Wuyong was holding the golden crow, and said to Wu Yazi with a smile: "Senior, this umbrella is a token of a ten-year bet between a Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain and me. You take it away, so I won't be able to deal with it."

Wu Yazi felt as if countless demons and ghosts were pulling him down on his feet.Immediately he turned around and settled down, Fei Wuyong took back the Golden Crow.

Wu Yazi "hehe" laughed twice.

"Is that apprentice of yours called Yuan Meng?" Fei Wuyong said with a grin while touching Jin Wu's body.

Wu Yazi stopped talking now.Fei Wuyong walked over, grabbed the Qiankun Umbrella, and took it back.

"Thank you senior for your acceptance."

It's just that the moment he grabbed the Qiankun Umbrella, Yin Qi hit him.

"Hahaha, Wu Yazi, do you think your blood can control me?"

With a burst of red light, the talisman burned, and a burst of white light rushed into Fei Wuyong's body.

"Haha, this body is really interesting!"

Seeing that Feiwuyong's red pupils turned into black pupils, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Wuyong!"

"It happened!"

Fei Wuyong's pupils were still changing from red to black, and his body was trembling.It seemed that two people were robbing Fei Wuyong's body.

Yun Zhongjun immediately removed the red cloth, tore open the wound on his palm, jumped to Wu Yazi's side, and spread a bloody palm: "Senior, try mine!"

Wu Yazi took a closer look, the blood seemed to be boiling.

Wu Yazi made a trick, fixed Fei Wuyong's body, pulled off his clothes, revealing his white chest, and took Yun Zhongjun's palm, using his fingers as a pen and blood as ink, he painted it on Wuyong's chest. Draw another soul-exorcism talisman.

When Yun Zhongjun touched Wuyong's white and flawless skin with his fingertips, he was in a trance, endured the discomfort, and called out: "Wuyong, wake up!"

The burning sensation in Fei Wuyong's chest suddenly cleared up.

"Ah, I'm scalding to death!" As soon as the voice came out, a burst of white light burst out, this time Wu Yazi chanted a series of spells, and as soon as the gourd was closed, the light and shadow were absorbed.

Wu Yazi patted the wine gourd and said: "Old friend, don't get drunk." He raised his head and took a deep look at Yun Zhongjun, the meaning was unclear!

At this time, Fei Wuyong also returned to normal, and under the red pupils, Yun Zhongjun's face was pale in front of him.His bloody palm was still on his chest.

"Yun Zhongjun, you!" Fei Wuyong hurriedly picked up the handkerchief just now, and wrapped it around Yun Zhongjun's palm.

"Father, how are you doing, please wake up." Several people saw the prefect He, who was possessed by that thing just now, fainted on the ground, and Jiaji beside him was crying with pear blossoms and rain.

Qi Jingheng saw that Fei Wuyong was half-embracing his master, although he opened his mouth a few times, he didn't say anything.

Walking up to Wu Yazi, he bowed respectfully: "What is this thing, senior? Why is it so powerful?"

Wu Yazi smiled: "It's not a thing, it's a succubus, a fallen god turned into a demon."

As soon as these words came out, the gourd moved a few times.

Fei Wuyong looked at Jia Ji and He Taishou, felt strange and asked, "Ja Ji, is this your father?"

At this time, Jia Ji raised her head, knelt on the ground, and said to Fei Wuyong: "Yes, Mr. Fei, my name is He Bizhi, and this is my father. I planned to come back today to say goodbye to my father. Unexpectedly, no think……"

Jia Ji, who was possessed by He Bizhi, cried sadly again.

Feiwu Yongben came after Ah Ling, seeing this situation, he didn't know what to say.Yun Zhongjun on the side said to Jia Ji coldly: "Do you know Shan Xiaogui?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiaji trembled, and she lowered her head and did not answer.

"You mean the person who wrote "Stunning Plan"?" Fei Wuyong looked at Yun Zhongjun with a strange expression.

Yun Zhongjun stabilized his body and left Fei Wuyong's arms.

"Then do you know Shi Qinshou?" Yun Zhongjun asked again, and took out the wooden comb.

When Jia Ji saw the wooden comb, she sobbed: "Shi Qinshou is my concubine's husband."

At this time, the prefect He who was lying on the ground also woke up leisurely, and when he woke up, he heard the three words "Shiqin Shou".

"Bi'er, you still mention that beast!" Eunuch He glared at his daughter as soon as he woke up.

"Father~" He Bizhi called out aggrievedly.

Eunuch He looked at the people around him, seemed to be tired, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "I don't know how many people, what's the use of coming to the mansion."

Qi Jingheng stepped forward quickly, revealing his identity and purpose of coming.

He Bizhi helped Prefect He stand up tremblingly, "The old man is not feeling well, and I want to have a few words with my little girl alone."

The host issued an order to evict the guests, and they were a little embarrassed.

At this time, Wu Yazi was holding the wine gourd, and said calmly: "Miss He, you are a ghost. Instead of going to Wujian to report, instead you stay in the world and harm countless people with the fragrance of snakes. You will enter the eighteenth level of hell."

As soon as these words came out, Jia Ji's body trembled.He lowered his head and said nothing, but the prefect He was so anxious that he couldn't breathe and coughed.

When Qi Jingheng heard this, he was a little confused. There is no need for Ms. He to harm those people.

Fei Wuyong became thoughtful.

Yun Zhongjun looked at the blood talisman on Fei Wuyong's chest indifferently, and leaned over to help him tighten his clothes.

Fei Wuyong smiled embarrassedly, "Thank you, Yun Zhong-jun."

Then prefect He finally recovered in one breath.

Seeing this, Jia Ji immediately knelt on the ground again, and said with a determined look: "Yes, it was me, I killed those people."

Only then did Qi Jingheng come to his senses, the Western Regions, Qixiang.That's right.

Just about to ask Jia Ji why she killed those people and how she killed them, at this time Wu Yazi said again: "Miss He, you can think clearly, entering the [-]th floor of hell is more painful than being wiped out, where ghosts will live forever If you accept the punishment, you will never be reborn forever. You will be eaten by evil spirits every day, die in pain, and then come back to life tomorrow, and the cycle repeats..."

"I, it's me! It doesn't matter to others." He Bizhi trembled, but still said decisively.

At this time, Prefect He helped his daughter up, looked at her and shook his head. "Bi'er, you don't have to defend me anymore."

After Taishou He finished speaking, he gave a big salute to the crowd, suddenly his eyes turned hard, and he bumped his head into the rockery next to him, with a sound of "bump", his head burst and his brain burst, blood spattered on the spot, everyone was shocked.

Warm blood splashed onto Wuyong's face, Yun Zhongjun stood on tiptoe and wiped it off for him.

At this time, He Bizhi was silent, neither crying nor making trouble, looking at the corpse of the prefect, she suddenly became angry, "Originally, father had already planned to stop, why, you still want to force him to death!"

Seeing this, Yun Zhongjun hurriedly backed away while protecting Fei Wuyong.

"Come on, she's going to turn into a ghost!" Wu Yazi's voice came, this full moon turned into a ghost, even for him, it was a bit tricky to deal with.

"He Bizhi! Think about why your father committed suicide!" Fei Wuyong yelled at He Bizhi.

Upon hearing this, He Bizhi gradually calmed down.Seeing this, Fei Wuyong took the wooden comb in Yun Zhongjun's hand, walked slowly to He Bizhi, stretched out his palm, and placed the wooden comb in his palm.

"It must have all started because of this wooden comb, right, Bizhi."

At this time, He Bizhi seemed to hear her mother calling her, "Bizhi, run slowly~"

He Bizhi raised her head and slowly took the comb, but at this moment she appeared in her real body.

Jiaji naturally fell down, and Wuyong quickly caught Jiaji's body.

The author has something to say:

Ask the world what love is, teach people directly, and promise each other through life and death. Let's listen to the story of Miss He Bizhi in the next section.

Our little Yunzhongjun is so caring~ I want to too~