Yan Jing took out the Huaimu and placed it on the table in the courtyard. Chen Xuwen and Brother Qi wanted to go forward but did not dare to go forward. This is the place where Bai Zhu died. Even in broad daylight, they both felt that the house was chilly.

Xia Yanqi became more and more courageous. She picked up the locust wood bottle and rubbed it twice. She felt that her fingers were so cold that it hurt. She quickly put down the things and found that her fingertips were frozen red.

"This thing is so fierce?"

Brother Qi looked at Chen Xuwen's slightly white face and asked Yan Jing: "What should I do with these things?"

"Since the thing has been taken out, just bask in the sun."

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Yan Jing urged Brother Qi to take the bodyguards, and he and Xia Yanqi left and let Chen Xuwen stay inside alone.

Chen Xuwen was extremely helpless. He was afraid of something in the house, so he simply sat on a chair in the courtyard and was on guard against his guard.

The sanatorium is located in the suburbs, far away from the city, and there is no residence nearby. In order to be quiet, the sanatorium is also relatively wide. Chen Xuwen could only hear his nervous breathing. Looking at the outline of the rockery on the other side, he felt that the more he looked, the more he looked like a mound of soil.

The temperature at night was already a little cold, and Chen Xuwen kept comforting himself. In order to divert his attention, Chen Xuwen simply turned on his phone and started playing games.

But today he couldn't concentrate, and he lost every game, and he gradually lost patience.

Suddenly, a breath of air conditioning blew on his neck, and he was stiff and did not dare to look back, for fear of seeing something that he didn't dare to see.

The woman's empty voice sounded: "I have been here for many days, why don't you go to my room?"

Chen Xuwen clenched his fists and forced himself not to pay attention to those sounds, just to think that everything is auditory hallucination.

His eyes were dull and he looked at the phone. The character he controlled was motionless, and there was no sound of the game or the voice of his teammates.

The phone crashed.

Chen Xuwen didn't dare to turn his eyes, and he stared at the white mobile phone screen in a daze.

Bai Zhu giggled twice, then exhaled to her phone again, and the screen flashed. A woman in Xiuhe suit and long hair occupied the entire screen. Chen Xuwen could no longer help, and rolled to the door and wanted to run out.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw Bai Zhu standing in front of the door. Chen Xuwen almost bumped into her.

He immediately stopped and retreated with fearful eyes trembling.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Bai Zhu was very sad, "I love you more than anyone in the world!"

She spoke gently, but her face in the underworld made Chen Xuwen not want to see her at all.

He tried to persuade her countless times: "I have family and friends, and I have no idea of ​​relieving the movie yet."

Bai Zhu looked at the rockery with his head and complained: "I finally collected those things. The locust wood was soaked in my blood and tied our hair up. We will never separate again."

Chen Xuwen wanted to swear words but was afraid of annoying her, so he just shut up and listened.

"It's so cold that I'm alone below, come quickly."

She repeated over and over again, touching her ears into Chen Xuwen's heart.

He gradually became a little dazed, his mind was blurred, and he couldn't even think at all. He just stayed in place like a piece of wood.

Bai Zhu smiled with satisfaction, slowly approached him, and whispered: "Take off the things you are wearing."

Chen Xuwen was already confused. After hearing her words, he slowly stretched his hand to his neck and pinched the amulet and was about to pull it off.

A sound of breaking wind came quickly, Bai Zhu twisted his waist to the side, and smashed a stalking stone where he was standing.

The rune stone bounced on the ground twice, and the crisp sound pulled Chen Xuwen out of the chaos. He saw the amulet in his hand panic for a moment, and hurriedly held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Yan Jing and Xia Yanqi jumped out from behind the rockery, and they each posted a hidden talisman, which looked particularly ridiculous.

Bai Zhu watched the two of them get closer and closer, and not only did not escape, but instead opened his red lips and smiled twice.

"Does the little Taoist priest want a bad marriage?"

Yan Jing said with a few moves and said, "I'm just moving the Civil Affairs Bureau to you today to get you divorced. It's not sweet to make me want to be forced."

"No matter whether the melon is sweet or not, it's mine!"

Bai Zhu was twisted for a moment and immediately returned to its original state, even humming a song.

Xia Yanqi had never heard of this song, but felt that a sense of resentment was passed through the resentment, and the song rushed to the spiritual platform.

"Yan Qi!" Yan Jing shouted loudly, and Xia Yan Qi looked at Yan Jing with fear after coming over.

"I seemed to feel her emotions just now."

Yan Jing's face was terrifyingly blue. He pulled the peach wood sword from his neck and stuffed it into Xia Yanqi's hand, and then took out a small coffin from the bag he carried with him.

The coffin is very small, and the palm of your hand is big, and the workmanship is exquisite. It is covered with cinnabar on it.

Yan Jing opened the lid of the coffin, and placed the locust wood taken from the rockery. There was a slender silver needle inserted in each of the upper, middle and lower parts of the locust wood.

Bai Zhu saw Huai Mu's face change drastically, and he rushed towards Chen Xuwen regardless of everything. Chen Xuwen was still holding the amulet. Bai Zhu pressed against him tightly. Chen Xuwen only felt a burst of cold air coming from his head into his limbs and bones. Bai Zhu's hair was tightly wrapped around his arm. Chen Xuwen's hand hurt and the amulet in his hand fell to the ground.

Xia Yanqi heard a buzzing sound, like the sound of a dusk drum and morning bell, long and quiet.

Before she could react, Yan Jing dragged her towards Chen Xuwen and smashed the small coffin at Bai Zhu.

Bai Zhu seemed to be very afraid of the small coffin, and even Chen Xuwen drifted away without even caring about it.

Yan Jing sprinkled five copper coins around the three of them, and smashed a talisman next to the copper coins before picking up the coffin.

When Xia Yanqi saw this familiar scene, she asked Yan Jing: "Is something being attracted?"

Yan Jing's face looked particularly ugly, and he gritted his teeth. After a while, a few words popped out from his teeth.

"The wedding party is here."

Xia Yanqi didn't understand. When she was about to ask again, she heard the same buzzing sound as before, mixed with the sound of chanting scriptures.

Chen Xuwen's scalp was numb and he asked Yan Jing with trembling, "Master, what does it mean to welcome the bride?"

Yan Jing said impatiently: "Even if you hold a wedding, you need three books and six rituals to make a living person. It is not tolerant to make a living person. I don't know who created such a bad fate by hiding the world!"

He spitted and whispered: "I thought this kind of good thing would be my turn. No wonder no one dared to take your order. I'm losing money this time!"

The sound of chanting scriptures getting closer and closer, Yan Jing's brows were almost squeezed together. He whispered to Xia Yanqi: "You have a special physique. No matter what happens, you should stay here and don't go out. Leave the other things to me."

He had just finished his instructions, a team of ghosts wearing mend clothes and white hats walked into the wall, a team of people sprinkled paper money in their hands, a team of people holding mourning sticks, and two ghosts holding spirit cards in front.
Chapter completed!