My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

"Cao Xuanhe?"

Yin Youran yelled subconsciously, but in an instant he realized that the scream was vicissitudes and rough, not Cao Xuanhe's voice.

Worried that something would happen to Cao Xuanhe, he took out a large handful of talisman papers and threw them out.

The talisman fell on the ghosts, making a scorching sound, forcing the ghosts back gradually, and Yin Youran took advantage of the gap to rush out.

Fortunately, he brought a lot of ghost-exorcism charms before he came, which was enough to support him to walk these few steps among the ghosts.

Finally, he saw Cao Xuanhe standing in the formation. The man held an old ghost's collar tightly in his hand, and slammed his clenched fists on the opponent's wrinkled and pale face.

The other young ghost was lying on the ground, trampled by Cao Xuanhe and struggling desperately, screaming cruel words like 'Don't touch my grandpa, or I won't let you go'.

But the man was not threatened by him. He had a stern face, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he punched him one after another. Instead of being merciless, his strikes became more and more serious.

Yin Youran saw clearly that the old ghost in his hand was Zhang Yixiong, and didn't make a sound to stop him, just stood there, watching the old ghost's rough and ugly face swelled up from the beating, passed out, and his soul gradually became transparent until it dissipated.

"grandfather!"

Next to his ears was Zhang Weiyu's mournful cry.

But in the next second, the sound turned into a wail.

Just like his grandfather's fate, Cao Xuanhe punched his soul away.

Yin Youran didn't feel sorry for the two ghosts. He lived for too long, dealt with all kinds of metaphysical and supernatural things all day long, and kept wandering on the edge of life and death. He had long forgotten how to sympathize with the enemy.

If he is soft-hearted towards the Zhang family and his father, he will intercede for them.

Then who is responsible for nearly a thousand innocent people in Zhuxian village who have not even left their ghosts?

Not only Zhuxian Village, but also so many innocent souls and living people who died tragically under their hands before.

And the imp.

He paused suddenly, and suddenly exclaimed: "Ming Yi!"

Cao Xuanhe was so angry, it couldn't be...

No, not possible!

If something really happened to Ming Yi, all living people and ghosts here would have to be buried with him, including him.

Just now Cao Xuanhe was talking to him, indicating that the kid should be fine.

He tentatively asked: "Brother He, where is Ming Yi?"

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly.

Yin Youran swallowed, not daring to ask any more questions.

Although he usually felt that Cao Xuanhe was too calm and rigid, and always liked to tease him, but it was because he knew that Cao Xuanhe would not get angry easily.

Once a man is really angry, even he feels terrified.

Especially at this moment, before he came, Cao Xuanhe had killed countless ghosts, and his whole body was filled with a frightening cold and hostility.

The man also sensed that his emotions were a little out of control, exhaled a foul breath, put away the cold air around his body, and said in a cold tone: "Ming Yi is injured."

Yin Youran hurriedly asked, "Is it serious?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Heavy."

The clothes on his body were dirty, and half of his face was swollen. Seeing that he couldn't stand upright just now, he probably suffered serious injuries.

As soon as he thought that these people and ghosts did it, he wished he could cut them into pieces, and let them disappear so easily, it would be cheap for them.

Yin Youran blamed himself: "I'm sorry, this matter was my mistake."

However, he felt a little relieved. Fortunately, the kid was only injured, and he could make up for it afterwards. If this..., then he really can only apologize with death.

Yin Youran withdrew his thoughts and asked the man: "Didn't you just say that these ghosts were made by Qingsong, Minglin, and Wenge Laodao? Where are they?"

Cao Xuanhe raised his chin in one direction.

Yin Youran followed the trend and saw the ghosts outside the formation crowded one by one, with hideous expressions and terrifying appearances, they couldn't see what was going on outside at all.

He took out a handful of talismans and threw them out again, forcing a palm-width gap from among those ghosts, and saw not far from them, there was also a bunch of black ghosts crowded together.

Before he could see who was in the formation, the talisman paper that had been thrown out had burned out and turned into ashes, and those ghosts squeezed over again.

"..." He took out a handful of charms again, and was about to throw them out, but Cao Xuanhe raised his hand to stop them.

I saw the man throwing a yellow talisman, and all the ghosts dodged in horror, and instantly gave way to a half-meter-wide road, leading directly to the opponent's formation.

"..."

Such a bloody comparison is necessary to show the gap between him and Cao Xuanhe!

However, he just vomited casually in his heart, and immediately turned his attention to the opposite party.

There were too many ghosts around, and the talisman paper burned very fast. In only four or five seconds, the ghosts gathered again.

These four or five seconds were enough for him to see clearly the two people in the opponent's formation.

Specifically, it should be one person and one corpse.

Old Daoist Wenge sat cross-legged next to the corpse of Old Daoist Minglin, the palm of his left hand seemed to have been seriously injured, and the blood flowed down his wrist and dripped onto his Taoist robe.

Because of excessive blood loss, Wen Ge's face was pale.

But he didn't seem to notice it, closing his eyes and concentrating on chanting quickly.

Yin Youran frowned: "He is still manipulating these ghosts!"

Most of the time, ghosts have their own consciousness, even if they are ferocious, they will not be as violent and irrational as they are in front of them, unless someone is manipulating them behind the scenes.

Cao Xuanhe hummed lightly, looked at the ugly ghosts around him with disgust, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said, "Since he wants to make these ghosts crazy, then I will help him."

Yin Youran exclaimed, "You have to do..."

Before he could finish his words, Cao Xuanhe had already thrown out a stack of blank yellow talismans without spells.

In his cold voice, he recited the mantra quickly and silently while taking advantage of his low voice. Those yellow talismans seemed to be alive, floating among the ghosts.

The ghost stained by the yellow talisman seemed to have been given a stimulant, and his movements became more violent, screaming and rushing towards the formation on the opposite side.

The wenge veteran in the formation also sensed that something was wrong with the ghosts around him, so he stopped chanting immediately and looked at the ghosts outside the formation in shock.

Although he stopped chanting the mantra, the ghosts didn't settle down and were still restless.

No, it should be said that he was more frantic and fierce than before, as if he wanted to break through his formation.

The old man Wenge lowered his eyes and looked at the talisman paper he was pressing on the formation. He saw the talisman drawn on it with cinnabar ink gradually becoming lighter and lighter. The speed was so fast that he was a little panicked.

He needs to feel the symbols to fill in the symbols.

Otherwise, once the formation is broken, he and Senior Brother Minglin will die without a place to die!

He quickly took out a stack of talisman papers from his satchel. Seeing that the talisman papers on the formation were about to fail, he ignored the brush and cinnabar ink, and simply dipped the blood talisman on the palm of his left hand.

But he was a step too late. When he finished drawing the talisman papers and stopped his hand, the dozen or so talisman papers on the formation's eyes ignited with a 'boom', breaking the formation.

The ghosts who couldn't get close in the last second suddenly rushed over, and countless pairs of sharp nails grabbed his back, directly penetrated the Taoist robe, and embedded themselves in the flesh.

Not only the back, but also the thighs, arms, and the whole body, the pain that was riddled with holes went straight to Wen Ge's brain, making him scream uncontrollably.

But at this time, the most useless thing is to scream.

Half a minute later, the ground was covered in blood, and the heads of Minglin and Wenge were rolling in the crowd of ghosts.

Cao Xuanhe stopped chanting the spell, and threw out another stack of spells. Those violent ghosts gradually calmed down. Although there were a lot of them, most of them recovered, and they were not as uncontrollable as before.

As for those ghosts who were still out of control, Cao Xuanhe dealt with them directly.

Seeing that he easily dealt with dozens of ghosts, the ghosts around them felt jealous, and even when Cao Xuanhe stepped out of the formation, they retreated unconsciously and made way for them.

When Yin Youran saw it, he couldn't help sighing, the King of Hades that even ghosts are afraid of, this scene can also be seen here at Cao Xuanhe.

Cao Xuanhe didn't think there was any problem, walked up to the pool of flesh and blood, glanced at the two dead heads, and said, "One got away."

Yin Youran came over and asked, "You mean Qingsong old man?"

He looked around the disgruntled villa, but didn't see the figure of the old man, and subconsciously asked, "When did he run away?"

Cao Xuanhe: "I don't know."

Yin Youran took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the people outside to let them pay attention, but found that the mobile phone had no signal at all.

He cursed, put the phone back into his pocket irritably, and asked the man, "Didn't the two of Zhang's family die hundreds of years ago, and they were ghosts from Xihong Province? How could they be with three Taoist priests from Qinglin Province?" Get involved?"

Cao Xuanhe was indifferent to this, and lightly tossed him three words: "Check it yourself."

Yin Youran touched his nose, rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and said yes.

He looked at the ghosts around him and asked, "Then shall we go out now?"

"Ah."

Cao Xuanhe walked out directly, followed by Yin Youran, and walked out of the villa, he closed the door and stuck a ghost-suppressing charm on the door panel.

He was worried that there were too many ghosts inside, and a single ghost-suppressing talisman would not be able to seal it, so he deliberately pasted a few more.

Outside the villa, when Zhang Dongchen saw Cao Xuanhe and Yin Youran coming out, he immediately greeted him and said, "Boss, Boss Cao."

Yin Youran asked, "How is the formation?"

Zhang Dongchen said: "It has been laid out, but two ghosts have escaped, and a warlock has already chased them, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Yin Youran nodded, turned around to look at Villa 1905, and saw that it was covered in Yin Qi, and sighed softly: "It is not a solution for these ghosts to be trapped here all the time. It will destroy the feng shui of this community after a long time, Xiao Zhang, you Go to the Changling Temple in Xihong Province and ask them to preside over and bring Taoist priests to save these ghosts..."

"No need." Cao Xuanhe interrupted him.

Both of them looked at him together, waiting for his next words.

"Most of these are ghosts from the underworld, so naturally let the underworld pick them up."

He thought for a while, and said to Zhang Dongchen, "Go find a bowl of braised pork."

"what?"

Zhang Dongchen was caught off guard, it was three or four o'clock in the morning, and it was the time when the living were fast asleep, so where would he get braised pork at this hour.

Yin Youran directly transferred a sum of money to him and asked him to find a solution. If it didn't work, he called the cook who knew how to cook braised pork.

Zhang Dongchen thinks about it, and thinks it's okay, after all, in this society, money can solve most problems.

As soon as Zhang Dongchen left, Cao Xuanhe also stepped away and went to sit on the bench next to him. At the same time, he took out the small tablet from his pocket, removed the yellow talisman wrapped on it, and called in a low voice: "Ming Yi."

A gust of Yin Qi overflowed from inside, and soon condensed into an angry little ghost.

Ming Yi stared at him dissatisfied, and said, "Why did you trap me in there!"

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips and did not answer, looked at his still swollen right cheek, pulled the kid into his arms with distress, rubbed his fingertips on his jaw, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ming Yi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

In fact, it still hurts. After all, Zhang Yixiong slapped him with overwhelming anger, and he wished to slap him to death.

Cao Xuanhe: "Sorry."

Ming Yi looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Why are you apologizing to me? I ran out to play by myself and was caught by Zhang Weiyu, and it's none of your business."

Cao Xuanhe didn't speak, but rubbed his fingertips on his chin, slid down, and landed on the scar around his neck.

It was the scar caused by Li Mingyi's fight with those ghosts at the end, when he was pushed to the ground due to exhaustion, and Zhang Weiyu strangled his neck fiercely.

The man's hand didn't stop and he continued to walk down. Ming Yi immediately grabbed his wrist and warned the Taoist priest: "What are you doing!"

This is outside, and there are many warlocks defending in the distance, this man came here randomly without picking a time and place.

Cao Xuanhe looked at him, with a slight smile in his eyes, and said, "Nothing, just check your injuries."

"..."

Oh, I thought too much.

Ming Yi coughed lightly, pretending to be calm and said: "I'm fine."

Cao Xuanhe didn't listen at all, and continued to lift his short-sleeved top.

Ming Yi tried his best to cover, one by one lifted the cover, and there was a stalemate for a while.

Seeing that Cao Xuanhe was very stubborn, Ming Yi felt helpless, and finally had to surrender and let him check.