My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Zhang Yixiong and Zhang Weiyu frowned when they saw the charm on the door, and there was a bit of vigilance in their eyes.

"Who are you!"

Cao Xuanhe didn't speak, but walked step by step.

Zhang Yixiong saw the murderous intent in his eyes, and remembered the little ghost on the ground calling his daughter-in-law just now. He immediately reacted, bent down and lifted the little ghost on the ground to block him, pinched Ming Yi's neck and threatened: "You Don't come here again, or I'll kill him."

Cao Xuanhe paused and stood on the spot, his deep and cold eyes became darker, and there was a Zhangzhen Ghost Talisman on his fingertips.

When Zhang Yixiong and Zhang Weiyu saw the yellow talisman, there was a bit of panic on their faces.

This person knows how to use talisman paper, he should be a warlock, and in order to bully Ming Yi, they deliberately dismissed all the living priests, and now only the two of them are left in this villa.

Facing warlocks, they have no chance of winning.

Cao Xuanhe approached step by step, while Zhang Yixiong held Ming Yi back step by step.

Zhang Weiyu had already been frightened silly by the sudden appearance of the man, and followed his grandfather back and forth in a panic.

Zhang Yixiong couldn't bear his hopeless appearance the most. Just now, he was showing off his power in front of the kid, but now his calves were trembling, which completely embarrassed the Zhang family.

He kicked Zhang Weiyu, and cursed in a low voice: "What are you doing in a daze, call Daoist Qingsong and the others!"

"Oh oh oh."

Only then did Zhang Weiyu come to his senses, he took out his phone, unlocked it with unfamiliar movements, and searched for the phone number of the kid next to Daoist Qingsong.

The mobile phones in the yin and yang worlds cannot communicate with each other, and he cannot directly contact living people.

Daoist Qingsong gave them the contact information of the little ghost, saying that if they had something to do, they could call that number, and the little ghost who answered the phone would relay it to him.

While Zhang Yixiong was on guard against the man's attack at any time, he also paid attention to Zhang Weiyu's situation.

As a result, I saw my grandson stretching out his stiff fingers. He didn't know which to order for a long time, and he froze in mid-air, at a loss.

The old man Zhang almost vomited blood, and cursed: "You bastard, I told you to learn how to play with your mobile phone long ago, but you didn't take it seriously, and now you lost the chain at a critical moment. You said that you can do anything but eat... Ugh!"

Taking advantage of Zhang Yixiong's anger at his grandson, Ming Yi slammed the back of his head heavily into his face behind him.

He was lucky, and bumped into the bridge of the other's nose, and he let out a cry of pain, and the hand that pinched his neck loosened a bit.

Ming Yi pushed back with his butt again, distanced himself from Zhang Yixiong, and jumped towards the man.

Seeing this scene, Cao Xuanhe stepped forward quickly, caught the kid who almost fell to the ground, and asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

Ming Yi showed him a big and bright smile, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Just as they were talking, Zhang Weiyu had already pounced on him, but before he even touched half of Ming Yi's clothes, he was kicked away by the man.

Seeing that the 'weight' in his hand was gone, Zhang Yixiong's first reaction was not to catch up, but to take out his mobile phone and call Daoist Qingsong and the others.

Ming Yi turned around, saw his movements, and said: "Daughter-in-law, he wants to ask someone for help, you go and stop him."

Cao Xuanhe said calmly: "No, let them come."

It just saved him from looking for trouble one by one.

Cao Xuanhe looked at the kid's swollen half of his face, his eyes were full of distress, and his warm palm touched it, causing the kid to gasp.

The man's already ugly expression turned cold again.

Ming Yi knew that he was distressed, and comforted him: "It's okay, daughter-in-law, help me untie the rope, I'm going to find that bastard Zhang Weiyu to fight back."

"Ah."

The hemp rope was wrapped with a layer of spelled yellow cloth, which was specially used to restrain the ghosts. Once tied, it was difficult for the little ghosts to break free.

Cao Xuanhe untied the ropes on Ming Yi's hands and feet, saw two red marks on his pale wrist, and rubbed his fingertips on the rope marks pitifully.

Ming Yi saw that Cao Xuanhe was deliberately giving the opponent time to move reinforcements, and knew that he was going to wait for someone to come and catch them all.

He worried: "Daughter-in-law, can you do it yourself?"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips, rubbed the other side of his little face, and gave him a reassuring look.

Here Zhang Yixiong finished calling for help, saw the man holding the kid in his arms, not panicking at all, so he wanted to sneak away with his grandson while they were talking.

Sensing their intentions, Ming Yi patted Cao Xuanhe's chest, motioning him to let go.

When Cao Xuanhe let go, he warned: "Be careful."

Ming Yi hummed, and hurried to catch up with Zhang's father and two, and stood in front of them.

In fact, the injury on his body was a bit serious, and he felt pain even when he lifted his arm.

But at this moment, he was on fire in his heart, and even though he was enduring the pain, he still wanted to beat up the grandpa and grandson of the Zhang family.

Just now, Zhang Weiyu kicked Ming Yi desperately because he couldn't fight back, but now he timidly shrank behind his grandfather, his eyes full of fear.

Seeing his appearance, Ming Yi couldn't help but sneer: "A turtle with a shrinking head."

Zhang Weiyu gritted his teeth angrily, and dared not reply.

Zhang Yixiong turned his head, seeing his hopeless appearance, he was furious, grabbed his shoulder, pulled Zhang Weiyu out from behind him, and cursed: "Why are you cowarding, fight him!"

Zhang Weiyu pursed his lips and swallowed, and whispered with trembling tone: "But, Grandpa, I can't beat him."

Zhang Yixiong slapped him on the forehead: "During this period of time, you have suffered from such fierce ghosts, and your strength has increased greatly. If you haven't hit him, how do you know you can't beat him!"

Zhang Weiyu thought about it, and felt that what Grandpa said was right.

During this period of time, Taoist Master Qingsong helped him improve his physique, coupled with the fact that he had eaten so many ghosts, he was no longer the frail scholar who had no strength at all.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but straighten his back, looked at Ming Yi with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Then try and see who is the coward."

Ming Yi listened to the words of Zhang's grandfather and grandson, and felt a little vigilant in his heart.

No wonder when he first met Zhang Weiyu tonight, he felt that this idiot was different from before.

Zhang Weiyu looks ordinary, even a little wretched, Ming Yi felt a little disgusted when he looked at him before, but now he feels that there is an extra layer of evil and weirdness around him, and it is even more annoying to look at.

Ming Yi saw that he was actively attacking him, and immediately went up to him.

Fighting with those ghosts before caused his arm to be injured. At the same time, he also noticed that Zhang Weiyu was indeed different from before.

Although the opponent's fighting techniques were unfamiliar, they were extremely powerful.

Ming Yi was unprepared, and was knocked back two steps, his arm was numb with pain.

He was taken aback.

Zhang Weiyu didn't seem to expect it either, he was stunned for half a second, then there was a bit of surprise and viciousness in front of him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ming Yi, you are going to die tonight."

He said and rushed up again.

Ming Yi sensed his extraordinary strength, and he became a bit on guard, and when he faced the battle again, he couldn't help but increase his strength.

Although Zhang Weiyu has strengthened a lot, Ming Yi's strength is even stronger, but now he has been seriously injured and barely made a draw with the opponent.

Most of Zhang Yixiong's attention was on the unarmed man next to him. With one hand behind his back, he was playing with a small black tablet in the palm of his right hand, and his eyes fell on the two little devils who were fighting.

Zhang Yixiong saw that he had no intention of doing anything, so he didn't dare to help.

There was a very dangerous aura about this man, which made him dare not make a move easily.

The man didn't seem to take him seriously, watching the show with a cold face.

Zhang Yixiong thought, it's fine if he doesn't want to do it.

Qingsong, Minglin, and Wenge are in the villa next door. If they receive news, they will arrive within two to three minutes.

The three of them make a move, no matter how powerful this man is.

As long as he is subdued, Ming Yi's brat is no threat at all.

As he was thinking, there was a banging sound on the door.

"Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Yixiong was overjoyed when he heard Daoist Minglin's voice, but when he saw the locked door and the yellow talisman on the back of the door, his smile froze on his face.

The reinforcements came, but they were locked out and couldn't get in. Is there anything more desperate than here!

Just as Zhang Yixiong was thinking about it, he saw the man turn around and walk towards the gate, and unscrew the lock.

Minglin, Qingsong, and Wenge saw the door open and immediately rushed in.

However, when they saw the face of the man who opened the door clearly, their movements froze suddenly.

Cao Xuanhe also saw them, saw that the faces of the three were familiar, and the corners of his lips curled up. He glanced behind them and saw that no one came in again, so he closed the door and locked it again.

Daoist Qingsong muttered in disbelief, "Boss Cao?"

Cao Xuanhe put the tablet in his palm back into his pocket, and asked in a cold tone, "You guys captured Ming Yi?"

The three looked at each other, all silent.

At this time, whoever admits it is a fool.

Seeing that they didn't answer, Cao Xuanhe flattened the corners of his lips and looked at the old Taoist Qingsong who was in the middle.

"You guys also set up the Ghost Gathering Formation?"

The three remained silent.

What Cao Xuanhe lacked most at the moment was patience, he raised his hands to clamp the neck of the old man standing in the front, and suddenly pressed against the wall next to him.

"Senior brother Minglin!"

"Senior brother Minglin!"

Qingsong and Wenge shouted at the same time.

Daoist Qingsong anxiously said: "Boss Cao, if you have something to say, please be merciful!"

Cao Xuanhe didn't seem to hear it, and the strength between his fingers became stronger, and the face of the old Ming Lin, who had white hair and beard, was pinched, and his face turned red.

The veteran Wenge saw that the man had murderous intentions, and said angrily: "Cao Xuanhe, let me go!"

While roaring, he chanted a mantra, took out a pile of talisman papers from his messenger bag and sprinkled them around.

"amnesty!"

At the same time as he gave the order, he tore off the ghost-suppressing charm pasted on the back of the door.

With a loud "bang", the door that had been locked just now was opened, the temperature in the living room of the villa suddenly dropped, and several shrill ghostly screams came.

In the next second, a few black shadows flashed in from outside the door, rushing straight to grab Cao Xuanhe.

The man's hand pinching Ming Lin's neck didn't move at all, and he didn't panic at all because of the ghost's approach.

Cao Xuanhe's left finger had unknowingly added a few sheets of talisman paper folded into pieces, and threw them towards the ghosts.

In the blink of an eye, those fierce ghosts rushing over let out screams, and their souls flew away.

The old man Wen Ge, who was full of anger and looked like he was about to kill the man, was stunned suddenly.

This... This person actually used the killing ghost spell directly.

He is not afraid of being punished by God!

But seeing that Senior Brother Minglin had already rolled his eyes, he couldn't care less and summoned the ghost again.

However, this time the result was the same as last time, several ghosts were easily killed by the man directly.

Cao Xuanhe let go of his hand, let old Taoist Ming Lin slide down the wall, and lay down on the ground.

"Senior brother Minglin!"

Wen Ge veteran rushed forward to save him, but found that the people on the ground had lost their breath.