Song Nanxiu looked at Beizhi. She looked bad and her lips were a little pale.

"Do you want me to save him?"

Song Nanxiu frowned slightly, and Beizhi could clearly feel that his eyes were full of alienation at this moment.

"The village chief is right. Although Liu Yang is not so popular, he will not die if he is guilty."

Beizhi doesn't like Liu Yang, but after all, he is a village person. He looks up and sees him. If the matter ends up, it will be too serious.

"Yes, but..." Song Nanxiu raised his cold eyes slightly: "The reason why Liu Yang became like this has nothing to do with me. He knows what you did outside."

"How can I save him?"

"Set up the formation."

When Song Nanxiu returned to Daocun again, everyone still pointed at him.

He didn't care, so he found a quick open space. He tied the copper bell with fifty red threads, and then someone brought Liu Yang.

He could no longer stand with his feet, and his eyes rolled, looking dying.

"Put him on the chair in the middle." Song Nanxiu gently shook the copper bell in his hand and walked forward.

The entire open space was surrounded by people, and they were whispering and discussing.

"Do you think the eight-year-old doll can do it?"

"Anyway, I think it's not possible. I guess I can't stand Liu Yanghao and I'll deliberately tease him before he dies."

"What kind of heart is this? An eight-year-old child is so cruel."

"Of course they are vicious." Li Chunhua sneered with her hands on her chest: "The poor orphan and widowed mother came to our village for free to eat and live. After being exposed, her heart became even worse."

Li Chunhua remembered that she was so sure that Song Li and the others were useless wastes, but she didn't expect that the village chief would find them back later.

This grievance is really unbearable. At this time, we must say something to save our pride.

"Oh, don't you say it anymore. The village chief just couldn't help him, so he asked him for help again? If he took a bus to the town, I'm afraid Liu Yang's life would be gone."

"Hmph." Li Chunhua hummed coldly and said with disdain, "I don't believe he can play with any flowers."

The red rope was wrapped around it, and more than fifty ropes surrounded the Liu style.

Song Nanxiu gently shook the copper bell in his hand, and a gust of cold wind blew everywhere, scaring everyone to take a step back.

"I don't want to be the same as Liu Yang. I advise you to stay away." Song Nanxiu frowned tightly and held the copper bell in his hand tightly.

There are no ghosts in the world, but there are resentment, yin energy and evil energy.

If you have deep resentment, you will easily become evil and evil when you have obsessions.

The thunder that day was not used by Song Nanxiu to deal with Liu Yang, but to deal with this evil spirit.

"Liu Yang, what should come will come. What debts do you owe outside will always need to be paid."

Song Nanxiu's cold and frosty voice slowly rang out, and at this moment he was not like an eight-year-old child at all.

Instead, there is a feeling from the judge of hell, judging everything in the world.

"Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over-"

The next second, Liu Yang suddenly opened his eyes, as if his eyes were about to pop out, his pupils were covered with dark red blood.

"I didn't harm you, I don't want it, I really don't want it..."

The cold wind was getting bigger and bigger, and everyone had already retreated far away from the red line. Only Song Nanxiu stood steadily among the interlaced red ropes.
Chapter completed!