Chapter 297： Catch the ghost (2) (1/2)
The so-called surgery industry has a specialization, which is a famous saying.
Maoshan faction has been dealing with ghosts for nearly a thousand years, and knows its classification, habits, magical powers, and so on. Now that the Aura is recovering, the ghosts are reappearing initially, and the strength is still weak, which is the business scope of Maoshan Taoist priests.
He said that Kongkong Tu pressed six chicken throats, leaving one in his hand, then flipped through the luggage, and pulled out a few things in a rush.
There were only four people left in the bedroom, and Gu Ye lay down a ban on the next floor, and continued to watch with Xiaozhai. Xiao Rong stood very close, staring at each other without blinking, the box was like a robot cat's pocket, all kinds of strange treasures.
Wu Kongtu put the objects in one place, first pick up an ink fountain. This ink fountain is a measuring tool used by ancient carpenters. In Maoshan technique, it means measuring the heavens and the righteousness without any deviation.
He twisted the reel and pulled out a reddish-brown bloodline soaked with chicken blood, sealed two windows, and commanded, ”Take the water!”
”what?”
Xiao Jing stunned, then immediately responded to talking to herself, and asked, ”What a big pot?”
”Slightly larger.”
”Oh!”
She ran out of the door two minutes later, and ran back again, put the guy in the hand on the table, and snorted.
”...”
Kong Kongtu: The ridiculously large laundry tub, and the completely unconscious little soap, consider whether to press her into a pot of soap bubbles.
What the hell? You can just grab a bathtub!
He shook his head, only picked up a piece of yellow paper, and made a swipe, and the exhalation burned. The yellow paper was thrown into the basin, and it burned into ash on the water surface, and quickly became a pool of black water.
At the same time, he waved his right hand and snapped! The seventh chicken throat bone was nailed to the acupoint of Tianyouguan.
On this day, Youguan is the circulation opening of Yang Qi. If it is nailed to death, the Yang Qi in the house will stop flowing.
Ordinary people find it difficult to breathe, feel dull, stay dizzy, and even shock. The monk's feelings are even more obvious. Gu Jie's face is different. It is indeed the millennium school. Withering to the present day, it is an incredible skill to take it out casually.
”Ah! You must not die!”
”Don't die!”
Yang Qing on the bed also noticed that his yelling became more and more crazy. But slowly, her body softened, and her eyes were dull at last, as if vegetative.
The empty picture is not afraid to take it easy, take out a piece of rune paper cut into a turtle shape, the whole is round, yellow, a little smaller than the slap.
”People come across the heavy paper, ghosts come across the mountain, thousands of evils can't figure it out, all evils can't get it out ... Tian Qingqing, earth spirits, there are three strange sun and moon stars in the sky. When the ghost comes, the evil spirits on the ground keep going! ”
He chanted the exorcism curse, pinching the tactic in his left hand, holding the paper turtle in his right hand, and slamming it into the basin.
boom!
The paper turtle enters the water, and a white smoke rises, and the pot buzzes. The paper turtle floated twice on the water, suddenly raised his head, and moved his limbs to survive.
”go with!”
Take the empty picture and pinch it, and then point it to the bed.
The paper turtle's front claws, the body swimming, slowly want to crawl, crawl, crawl out of the laundry tub ... he can't help but glance at someone, someone's various heartless and lungless, and turned into an expression pack: yo Yo yo, this hang! This hanging!
”Wow!”
Fortunately, as the water fell, the paper turtle crawled out.
It rested on the edge of the basin for a while, seeming to recognize the direction, then jumped, pia directly on the bed, and slowly crawled forward.
”...”
Yang Qing is still a vegetative, but his muscles are twitching, as if there is something in the body, but it doesn't matter.
Finally, under the watch of the four people, the paper turtle slowly climbed onto the body, and then continued upward, covering the whole face of Yang Qing.
Seeing it dangle its head, pecked strongly against her eyebrows, and then pulled up again.
”hiss!”
A slick of black gas that was visible to the naked eye was stunned, and in the moment, the indoor cloudy wind burst, and even the temperature dropped by a few points-it was the wraith form of the starving dead ghost.
It instinctively sensed danger and wanted to fly out of the window and escape. But Yang Qi was banned here, the ghost couldn't tell the direction, and could only roam in the air.
”Huh, the little ghosts dare to harm humanity.”
The empty picture snorted coldly, took out a peach sword, and chanted in his mouth: ”There is Huang God in front, Yue chapter in the back. Kill the evil spirit first, then cut the night light. He is not alive, He ghost dares to be anxious. ! ”
After reading, he put his left fingers together and wiped them on the slender sword.
This time, if Longquan came out of the sheath and snorted, the wooden sword contained a hint of majestic light.
He was about to drink: Go!
Then just listen: boom!