My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi lay down on his exclusive sofa, and asked lazily, "What are you taking home?"

The old ghost shook his head: "I don't know."

Ming Yi frowned, deliberately lowered his voice, and made his tone more aggressive: "He still refuses to tell the truth."

The old ghost shook his head again and again: "No, no, that's the truth. I really don't know. I'm just a little devil under his command. Naturally, he doesn't need to tell me what he wants to do."

Cao Xuanhe asked, "Where did he ask you to take Qiao Fan?"

The old ghost lowered his head and whispered an address.

Cao Xuanhe rested his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Then take him back tonight."

Hearing this, the old ghost raised his head in astonishment, looked at the man sitting in front of him, and didn't quite understand what he meant.

Taking Qiao Fan back, does this mean that he wants to use him as bait?

Ming Yi was also surprised, turned his head to look at Cao Xuanhe, frowned and said: "Daughter-in-law, you are equivalent to sending him to die!"

Not to mention that if the soul leaves the body for too long, the person will die.

It is said that Qiao Fan, a living soul who doesn't understand anything, was brought to the old Taoist, and he had no ability to resist at all except lying flat and being tortured to death.

Cao Xuanhe raised his hand to signal him to stop, and called to Bogujia: "Xie Mingyu."

"Yes, master, I am here!"

A cheerful tone resounded in the lounge, and then a cloud of yin energy condensed into a human form, turning into a young guy with a bright smile.

Cao Xuanhe pointed to the boy with short hair, and said to the old ghost, "Take him tonight."

The old ghost was startled, looked at the kid who was about the same size and age as Qiao Fan, and nodded obediently.

Cao Xuanhe knocked on the table, silently reminded the old ghost to get into the bottle, seal the bottle cap, turned his head to Cao Zhong and said: "You and Bingli go with her tonight, you watch her, don't make too much trouble."

Cao Zhong nodded in response: "Okay."

Cao Xuanhe waved his hands to the two little ghosts, and they retreated to the shelf together.

Ming Yi was lying on the sofa, silently looking at the antiques that covered the entire wall, and a thought came to his mind.

Cao Xuanhe called out so casually that the kid on the Bogu stand could hear him.

Then these days, isn't he flirting with Cao Xuanhe and kissing me in front of dozens or hundreds of little devils here?

Is it possible to save this kind of social death scene?

Cao Xuanhe came over, squatted down beside the sofa, reached out and pinched his earlobe: "What are you thinking, so focused?"

Ming Yi came back to his senses, saw the man getting very close to him, and stretched out his hand to push him: "Keep a little distance."

Cao Xuanhe was slightly stunned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ming Yi: "It's nothing, you have to keep a certain distance from me in the store from now on."

When Cao Xuanhe heard this, instead of backing away, he moved closer and asked in a low voice, "Still angry?"

"No."

Ming Yi wanted to push the man away again, but the man grabbed his wrist and held the cool hand in his palm.

"Ice particles..."

As soon as he uttered a name, Ming Yi covered his lips with his hand, preventing him from continuing. .

"I'm not jealous either, so don't think about it, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

Explaining to him in front of so many little ghosts, it seemed that he was small-minded and couldn't tolerate other little ghosts.

Cao Xuanhe saw that he really didn't seem to be angry, so he didn't bother him any more, reached out and patted his head, got up and sat back by the window.

Ming Yi sighed lightly, thinking to explain to his wife later in the evening.

Maybe there is a kid the same age as Bingli on this blog shelf, and it is easy to imitate them because they are tired of watching them crooked all day long.

A day passed quickly, and it passed in a blink of an eye.

As soon as Mingyi wakes up, the sky outside has already darkened a lot, and the time is already seven o'clock in the evening.

He stretched comfortably, and his voice was still hoarse after waking up: "Daughter-in-law, have they left?"

Cao Xuanhe put down the brush in his hand, looked at him sideways: "En."

Ming Yi asked, "When did you leave?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Half an hour ago."

"Oh." Ming Yi asked, "Then what are we going to do next?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Wait."

Ming Yi: "Wait for what?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Wait for Cao Zhong and the others to come back."

Ming Yi sat down opposite him, leaned lazily, and asked, "Isn't the other party a Taoist priest? Cao Zhong, Bingli, and Xie Heyu, can the three of them do it?"

"Ah."

Ming Yi was sure of what he said, so he couldn't doubt it anymore.

Xie Mingyu, he is not familiar with it.

Bingli also just met today, but she is full of resentment towards her, so she should be quite capable.

Cao Zhong, this one is familiar, he was an ancient military general before his death, and his military strength is not bad.

Mingyi rested his chin on his hands, watched him write calmly, and muttered in a low voice: "I thought I could see that kind of fierce scene where you wield a mahogany sword and fight against the opponent."

When Cao Xuanhe heard this, he chuckled softly: "No need."

Ming Yi didn't give up, and asked: "Don't you need to set up a formation or something? What if the other party also sends ghosts to come to the door..."

Cao Xuanhe: "Sister Juan and the others can handle it."

Ming Yi frowned: "Forget it, I'll do it."

Sister Juan and the others are all weak girls, and the combination of force is probably average.

Seeing his disappointed expression, Cao Xuanhe wondered if he should do something more or less as he said.

Although it is not necessary, it can also make the kid feel at ease.

Thinking of this, he got up and brought a piece of yellow paper, cinnabar ink, brush and other things.

Seeing this, Ming Yi asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Fighting skills."

Ming Yi was excited for a moment: "How to fight!"

Cao Xuanhe held the brush, pressed it against his chin, thought for half a second, dipped it in cinnabar ink, and drew a few random strokes on the yellow paper.

At least in Ming Yi's eyes, he is very casual, completely sorry for the word fighting.

After Cao Xuanhe finished painting, he put the yellow paper aside to dry the ink, folded a small paper figurine, wrote a birthday character on the back of the paper figurine, put it on the yellow talisman, got up and took a red box from the shelf, Take out a seal from it and press it on the paper figurine.

"..."

Ming Yi was speechless, pointing to the paper figurine under the seal, and asked, "Is this called fighting?"

"Ah."

Ming Yi stared at him with suspicion on his face: "Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

Is it too obvious to be perfunctory?

Cao Xuanhe touched his nose with his fingers and said, "No."

Ming Yi didn't bother to talk to him, so he floated back to his sofa and continued to nest.

He was suffocating, and couldn't help but took out his phone and complained to his grandfather.

Ming Yi: Grandpa, your Taoist fighting skills are too exciting!

Ming Yi: It's more perfunctory than a child's play.

City God: What fighting method?

City God: Who is fighting with whom?

Lord Chenghuang: Hurry up and stay away, be careful not to accidentally hurt yourself!

Mingyi: ...

He casually took a picture of the desktop and sent it.

Ming Yi: That's it, how did you hurt me?

City God: Oh, there is no need to hide.

Ming Yi: [Crying loudly] It's completely different from the fighting style I imagined!

City God: Hahaha, what do you think fighting skills should be like?

Ming Yi: Set up a large formation, holding a mahogany sword in it, left and right, chanting a lot of mantras, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and as the two sides fight, there are lightning and thunder!

City God: ...

Lord Chenghuang: Watch less unreliable movies.

Ming Yi: Anyway, it’s different from what I thought, which is not cool at all.

City God: Heh, this is a suppressing talisman, isn't it cool enough?

Ming Yi is puzzled: Where is it cool?

Lord Chenghuang: Although the fighting method you just mentioned is too exaggerated, both sides really need to show their special abilities when their strengths are equal.

City God: And your situation is a situation of unequal strength, a situation of complete crushing.

City God: One party injects spiritual power into the suppressing talisman, and presses the opponent's hair, skin or birth date into it. As long as your spiritual power can suppress the opponent, this formation can restrain the opponent's strength and make him unable to perform spells , even if it can be used, the power is much weaker than usual. In this case, the opponent can only choose to lie flat and be beaten or beg for mercy.

Ming Yi couldn't imagine sitting up, and said, "Really?

City God: I am your own grandfather, how can I lie to you!

City God: I think I used this trick to suppress many arrogant and arrogant people.

Ming Yi: Are you looking for face for Cao Xuanhe?

City God: Is this the talisman drawn by Cao Xuanhe?

Ming Yi: ...You're pretending to be a little fake.

City God: Hey, you brat.

City God: Who did Cao Xuanhe offend?

Ming Yi: It wasn't Cao Xuanhe who offended them, it was the other party who deliberately provoked us.

City God: No matter who provokes whom.

Lord Chenghuang: Since Cao Xuanhe is not safe around me, you should come back sooner.

Lord Chenghuang: Your parents have been talking about it for a long time, saying that you have no filial piety, and you don’t even want your own parents because of an outsider.

Ming Yi: They can't accept that I like boys, and I have no choice but to stay away, so as not to upset them every day

Ming Yi: You'd better let my elder brother and sister-in-law go back often, maybe seeing them will make parents happier.

City God: Hey, you brat!

Lord Chenghuang: I really regret giving you the tablet, you little heartless thing

Ming Yi: Oh, back and forth, I will go back to see you in a few days

Ming Yi: It's getting late, you old man should approve the case.

Ming Yi didn't want to continue the chat, so he directly sent a kissing GIF, ending the conversation.

Maybe it was after listening to Grandpa's explanation, when Ming Yi looked at the yellow talisman on the table again, he didn't feel so disgusted.

In Chensheng Villa:

Daoist Qingsong held a copper coin sword in his hand, and hid everywhere in a panic.

After seeing the old ghost, seeing the weak and transparent soul of the other party, he guessed that he had been betrayed, so angry and furious, he directly took out a talisman and beat her to death.

But the other party has already come to the door, even if you get angry, it's useless.

At first he thought it was Cao Xuanhe who came looking for him himself, he was hesitant about how to escape, but he didn't expect that only three ghosts came, which made him a little relieved.

But soon he discovered that something was wrong. He chanted and cast spells, but they always failed from time to time.

He has practiced Taoism for decades, and his Taoism is profound, and this situation has never occurred before.

But he also knew that Cao Xuanhe must be behind the scenes.

Fortunately, he made an appointment with a few senior brothers to set up an army tonight to deal with Cao Xuanhe together.

As long as he lasted a little longer, when they came, these three ghosts would be nothing to fear.