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Building 1906, in the basement of the villa.

Mingyi's hands and feet were tied, surrounded by ghost-suppressing charms, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He shrank himself as much as possible, away from the spells on the wall.

Ming Yiqiang cheered up, raised his eyes and looked around, thinking about how he could escape. He had to find a way to tell his wife that the old Taoist named Qing was also involved in the behind-the-scenes of the formation. .

That time, the stinky old man stood up for the Yan family and gathered hundreds of lonely ghosts to go to Wanbaozhai to make trouble. Seeing that the daughter-in-law was terrified, he agreed to quit the association face to face, but after he ran away, he began to play tricks again, and even secretly teased the shop assistants. Qiao Fan started.

The daughter-in-law sent Cao Zhong, Bingli and another unknown kid to come to the door. After a severe lesson, he pulled another old Taoist priest out of the Xuanshu Association not long after.

I thought he was completely honest, but I didn't expect that he hid behind the scenes to make troubles.

Ming Yi tried to move his hands and feet again, but he didn't know what the rope was made of, but he couldn't get it open no matter what.

In the empty room, there was not even a decent sharp weapon. Just when the little ghost was thinking, the door of the room suddenly opened from the outside, and two young men in Taoist robes walked in.

They walked up, each of them took the arm of a little devil, and rudely picked up Ming Yi who was lying on the ground and walked out.

"Hiss—" Ming Yi's wounds were torn by them, and he took a sharp breath.

However, he also knew that the other party would not show mercy, so he simply swallowed back the pain that followed.

Two Taoist priests took him to the living room on the first floor, and threw him roughly on the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick plush carpet on the ground, so it didn't hurt too much to fall.

He looked up at the sofa in the living room, and saw three people and two ghosts sitting upright.

One of them, Ming Yi knew each other.

It was that stinky old man named Qing, the other two looked strange, but they were both gray-haired, about five or sixty years old, and judging by their similar Taoist robes, they probably were the senior brother or younger brother of this stinky old man. figure.

As for the two little ghosts next to him, one old and one young, even if they were turned into ashes, Ming Yi would still recognize them.

Oh, forgot, they are ghosts and cannot be turned into ashes.

Ming Yi stared at them, showing a mocking smile provocatively.

Zhang Weiyu was instantly annoyed by his mocking smile, stepped forward and kicked the kid on the ground, cursing angrily: "Xiaoxiaoxiao, you are dying, yet you still have the mood to laugh!"

After Ming Yi noticed Zhang Weiyu's thoughts, he reacted very quickly and rolled aside, but his hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't escape completely, and he was kicked several times.

Ming Yi couldn't help swearing because of the pain, and stared at Zhang Weiyu fiercely, remembering in his heart that this idiot had already kicked him dozens of feet, and when he escaped, he would definitely return them all.

No, kick back twice as hard, beat that bastard Zhang Weiyu beyond recognition, begging for mercy on his knees, his face swollen into a pig's head.

"Wei Yu." An old voice stopped him: "Don't be rude."

Zhang Weiyu stopped kicking Mingyi, looked back at his grandfather, and saw him winking at him to the side, indicating that there were three Taoist priests, Qingsong, Minglin, and Wenge, present, and asked him to restrain himself.

Zhang Weiyu came back to his senses, took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the three Taoist priests: "I'm sorry."

Among them, sitting on the left hand side of Daoist Qingsong, the oldest Daoist laughed, waved his hands indifferently and said, "It's okay, it's okay, this brat offended you before, it's normal for you to see him angry, but Brother Zhang, I don't care." I understand why you are also eyeing this brat?"

They spent a lot of effort to catch this little ghost. None of the little ghosts sent out before could get close, so they were dealt with by the magician protecting him. If the other party hadn't been lax tonight, they wouldn't have succeeded so easily.

Zhang Yixiong snorted coldly: "Master Minglin doesn't know something. This little devil is insidious, cunning, and daring. It is thanks to him that I have fallen into this world."

"His grandfather and I are deadly rivals. He has been fighting in secret all the time, and even tripped me up and down to collect my black certificates. Originally, I was sure to vote for the next city god, but I didn't expect this brat to pop out halfway. , steal any evidence about me from his grandfather and hand it over to the underworld, so that I not only lose my official position, but also be taken to the underworld to be punished, it is an unforgivable crime!"

Zhang Yixiong gritted his teeth, if he hadn't taken into account that there were outsiders here, he would have wished to let this nasty little ghost fly away!

Daoist Minglin asked: "Then what do you plan to do next?"

Zhang Yixiong said: "Naturally, this brat is used to fish out that old guy Ming Weihai."

"Ever since that old man found out that I came out of the underworld, he has been shrunk like a bastard in a turtle shell and refused to come out. This brat is his favorite grandson. I don't believe he can shrink back this time."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Minglin only smiled and said: "These are your private affairs, as long as you don't go too far, then this little brat will be dealt with by you."

Zhang Yixiong withdrew his anger, nodded at him with a smile on his face and said: "Thanks to your help these days, I will definitely thank you in the future."

Daoist Minglin: "You're welcome."

Zhang Yixiong stood up and said, "Then I will take this little devil away first, you guys should rest earlier."

The old Taoist Minglin stood up when he heard the words, and asked his two little Taoist priests to pick up the little ghost on the ground and send it to Zhang Yixiong to the next door.

As soon as they left, the old man Minglin looked back at the old Taoist Qing Song who was sitting on the sofa with an ugly face, and asked, "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Master Qingsong frowned: "Brother, we... can't afford to provoke this brat."

Old Daoist Ming Lin frowned when he heard the words, and asked, "You mean his grandpa..."

"No." Master Qing Song shook his head: "He is Cao Xuanhe's little devil."

"What!" Old Taoist Ming Lin exclaimed, "Why didn't you say that just now!"

Qing Song said: "I just saw that he looked familiar, but I didn't remember it for a while."

Ming Lin said: "Why is it Cao Xuanhe again? Could it be that we can't fight against him."

The last time the junior brother offended him, the three of them not only withdrew from the Mystical Art Association, but also had to stay in the hospital for half a year before recovering.

Unexpectedly, repaying Zhang Yixiong's old friendship this time would offend Cao Xuanhe again.

The old Taoist Wenge, who was silent all the time, interjected, "Then what should we do now, stop that brat and let him go?"

The other two did not speak, and the living room fell silent for a while.

The veteran Wen Ge explained: "Senior brother, you don't have to be so worried, there are so many little ghosts around Cao Xuanhe, you may not be able to tell if there is one more or one less."

"Besides, those little ghosts around him are also afraid of his strength, and it's not impossible to escape a few from him."

Master Qingsong shook his head: "This little devil is different."

Wen Ge old man was puzzled: "Why is it different?"

Master Qingsong almost squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "This little devil keeps calling Cao Xuanhe's wife, do you think he can be the same as an ordinary little devil?"

Wenge old man stared wide-eyed in shock, opened his mouth for a long time without speaking, and finally threw out a sentence with an angry face: "It's just nonsense!"

A warlock with profound Taoism, not only likes little ghosts, but also a man.

In his opinion, it is simply out of place!

The old Taoist Wen Ge was furious, thought for a while and said: "Senior brother Minglin, senior brother Qingsong, otherwise we will wait for Zhang Yixiong to catch that kid's grandfather and kill them all together!"

Both of them looked surprised, Qi Qi looked at him. .

Wen Ge explained: "As long as we clean it up, Cao Xuanhe will never know that we did it. On the contrary, that little devil has seen us just now. If we just put it back like this, it will definitely run to sue Cao Xuanhe. , then we will get into big trouble."

After the two listened, they suddenly fell silent.

Although the method mentioned by Wen Ge is somewhat risky, it is still a good method.

Old Daoist Minglin pondered for a moment, then said in a gloomy tone, "Even if we want to kill this brat, we can't do it."

The old Taoist Wenge immediately understood what he meant: "You mean to let the grandparents of the Zhang family..."

Ming Lin said in an old way: "This matter is originally a grievance between them, and we don't know about it."

The three of them looked at each other and said nothing.

In the 1905 villas:

The two young Taoist priests threw the little ghost in the living room, repeatedly urged not to untie the ropes on his hands and feet, then turned and left.

As soon as they left, Zhang Weiyu lost his reserved demeanor, went up and kicked Ming heavily.

Kicking and cursing at the same time, wishing to vent all the resentment towards Ming Yi these years.

The kid was in pain all over from being kicked, he gritted his teeth and cursed secretly: "Grass!"

Of course, Ming Yi wouldn't lie down and be beaten, and couldn't run, so he rolled on the carpet, and when Zhang Weiyu was unprepared, he kicked Zhang Weiyu's ankles hard with his bound feet, causing Zhang Weiyu to fall to the ground in pain. scream.

Hearing his pig-killing cry, Ming Yi sneered, "I haven't seen you for such a long time, and you are still a waste like always."

"Ming-one!"

Zhang Weiyu roared angrily.

Zhang Yixiong watched this scene coldly from the sidelines, his cloudy eyes were full of coldness, he reached out his hand to stop Zhang Weiyu's rough behavior, squatted down, looked at Ming Yi with a cold expression, suddenly his face was ferocious, he raised his palm, and said "pop" Slap the past with a palm.

His strength was so great that Ming Yi's ears rang from the beating, and his face was in burning pain.

The kid didn't show any fear on his face. Instead, he looked at Zhang Yixiong with fiery eyes, like a wolf cub with its claws tied. Once he finds the slightest chance, he may fight back.

Zhang Yixiong didn't feel scared, but smiled instead, wrapped his dry hands around his chin, and lifted it up forcefully, forcing Ming Yi to raise his face to face him.

"Ming Yi, huh, I'm just as bored as Ming Weihai."

Zhang Yixiong threw him on the ground forcefully, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took a picture of the kid with bound hands and feet with a smirk on his face, and found out Ming Weihai's contact information and sent it to him.

Ming Yi guessed his intention and did not stop him.

It should be said that he knew that no matter what he said, he would not stop Zhang Yixiong's actions. Instead of shouting those two times, he might as well think about how to take the opportunity to escape.

Seeing that he was so quiet, Zhang Weiyu said proudly, "Hmph, I was so arrogant before, but now I know I'm afraid."

"Bah." Ming Yi raised his head and spat in his face: "I can't be afraid in front of a coward like you. You think everyone is like you, and you pee your pants after being spanked twice."

Zhang Weiyu grabbed his collar, pulled the kid up, stared wide-eyed, gritted his teeth and said, "Just be brave, and when we kill that old bastard of your grandfather, I will let you experience the feeling that life is worse than death." .”

"Tch." Ming Yi looked at him without any timidity and said, "I've died a long time ago..."

Zhang Weiyu punched the little ghost in the stomach, causing Ming Yi to swallow the rest of the words abruptly.

At this moment, the door of the villa was kicked open suddenly.

The two ghosts Zhang Yixiong and Zhang Weiyu were alarmed and looked towards the gate at the same time.

At the same time, the tall man standing at the door also saw the scene in the living room. Seeing Ming Yi, who was bound hands and feet, curled up in a circle, with a forbearing expression, and half of his swollen face, the anger in his chest surged instantly.

Ming Yi noticed the other party's gaze, endured the abdominal pain and raised his eyelids. When he saw Cao Xuanhe's face clearly, he was overjoyed and called out in a calm voice, "Daughter-in-law."

Cao Xuanhe's expression was cold and terrifying, he clenched his palms hanging on both sides tightly, he closed and locked the door casually, and pasted a ghost-suppressing talisman on the door.