Every world I die young

A few people turned their heads immediately when they heard the sound, and the empty elevator slowly opened the sensor door towards them. The sound just now was the sound of the wrong opening of the card slot. There was nothing in the elevator, and the inner wall was smooth like a mirror, reflecting light.

Although it looks like an ordinary building, it is filled with a faint blood, which makes people feel uneasy. Mo Yinglan stared at the elevator solemnly, her fingers curled up slightly, showing the nervousness of the owner.

A strange light flashed in Old Man Yang's eyes, and Deng Zepan, who had been keeping his eyes on Old Man Yang, was terrified, and immediately pursed his lips and lowered his head.

Mr. Yang squinted his eyes and turned his head, looking at the eerie silence in the elevator, he said in a frivolous tone, "It's just a small trick, I really think it can trap me."

His speech and demeanor were full of confidence and disdain. Mr. Yang's skinny fingers were still so nimble, turning his palm over and over again, and there was a piece of talisman lying quietly in his palm.

On the yellow talisman paper, pure and impurity-free cinnabar was used to draw majestic ancient characters, the pen was sharp and pierced through the back of the paper.

And the strokes of the characters and symbols are complicated, even a layman can see it. This piece of talisman paper alone can never be drawn without a solid foundation and experience. What's more, Mo Yinglan knows that the level of this talisman is extremely high. Gao, if you don't have the blessing of Taoism, if you just take pictures of cats and tigers, it won't play any role at all, it's just a piece of waste paper.

Even if Mr. Yang has been immersed in this way for most of his life, he can't draw many pieces in a day, which is enough to show how rare and difficult this talisman is.

It is recorded in the Taoism inheritance handed down by the ancestors of the Yang family that this kind of talisman is called the nine-turn ghost-killing talisman. It is not a suppression, but a direct killing. It is extremely overbearing.

When seeing Mr. Yang take out the nine-turn ghost-killing talisman, Mo Yinglan relaxed at first, and then became suspicious. Logically speaking, although this evil ghost hiding in the elevator is powerful, he can't It wouldn't make Mr. Yang pay so much attention to it, and it's not like facing a terrible enemy like a thousand-year-old ghost king. This would be too talented and wasteful.

Under Mo Yinglan's suspicious eyes, Mr. Yang stared at the elevator without changing his expression. Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, the light talisman paper rushed straight out like a sharp sword.

The flustered Deng Zepan was amazed at this hand. Under the gazes of several people, the orange talisman was taut, like a blade, and pierced into the elevator wall fiercely, making a soft puffing sound, and the green smoke curled up along the way. The exposed part of the talisman paper rose slowly.

Even Deng Zebao, who is an ordinary person, seemed to feel that he heard a faint scream.

The blue smoke turned into black smoke, condensed into a puff like life, and rushed towards the gap in the elevator with lightning speed. Mr. Yang sneered: "Can you escape?"

Before the words were finished, the nine-turn ghost-killing talisman inserted on the wall of the elevator emitted a burst of bright yellow light, and something even more miraculous happened. With a whoosh, the light ball rushed towards the black air that was trying to escape.

The black air was taken aback, and immediately dispersed into several strands desperately trying to escape. However, as the black air dispersed, the light ball also dispersed, responding freely like a cat catching a mouse.

And after dispersing, the black air was overtaken by the light ball faster, and the black air was forced to turn a corner in mid-air, then regrouped and rushed out of the elevator door, rushing in the direction of Mo Yinglan, as if put all one's eggs in one basket.

No one knows that in the deepest part of the black air, there is a faint brilliance flashing away at this moment.