"I need your help!" Zhao Zihan stood in front of the kang in a mud house and whispered. Her face was a little unnatural, and even a little guilty expression floated on the surface.

"Because of Yang Guang?" The woman on the kang brushed her hair from her temples and then coughed hard a few times. After a day and a night, she caught a cold, which seemed very serious. Her face was not normal, and she was wearing a slight flush.

"Sorry" Zhao Zihan lowered her head.

"Daughter, what's wrong?" There was an old man sitting next to the head of the kang. She looked about 50 years old, leaning against the warm wall with glasses and looking at the book. When she heard the words Yang Guang, she looked up and asked.

"Mom, it's okay. I'll go back." The woman patted her chest with her hands to relieve the tearing feeling caused by the cough.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was about to bury this earth, the whole world seemed gloomy and depressing.

"Wen Yi, I'm sorry. I thought Yang Guang's ability is enough to deal with danger, but..." Zhao Zihan whispered at the door of the car.

Wen Yi was already dressed neatly in the car. She smiled, holding a bulging makeup bag in her hand: "Don't worry, I don't blame you. Did Ye Yi and the others contact me?"

"Not yet. So, I have no other way, I can only come to you." Wen Yi said.

"I understand, get in the car and take me there." Wen Yi didn't seem to want to say anything more. The pressure these days has been too great. Occasionally, the results are mostly "bad hexagrams". In addition, after living in the south for a long time, he suddenly returned to the north and caught up with such a time. No matter how good the body is, he will be sick.

Yang Guang was placed in the temporary stronghold in Zhao Zihan's family. It was a not too broken warehouse. More than a dozen fans were blowing the warm air, increasing the temperature in the warehouse.

I don’t know what to use to draw some strange lines on the ground, emitting a bright light.

Yin Dongmei from the Yin family, Qiao family and Hu family are all here. Three people sit opposite each other in a triangle shape, one hand presses on the lines on the ground, and the other hand is raised, pulling out a triangle-shaped red line space in a triangle. Yang Guang is lying in the center of the triangle. His whole body is emitting black air, and his skin is bulging, and his breathing is silenced, and it seems that he is not far from death.

"Can such a person be saved?" The person who spoke was Qiao Tianfeng, a disciple of the Qiao family.

"Will it be okay? Let Zi Han say that he should not forget his identity." The Hu family said.

"The masters agree, just shut up. No one thinks you are mute." Yin Dongmei scolded in a low voice. Not far away, Zhang Lu and the company commander stood beside the warehouse gate, the roof and surrounding areas, and personnel were also arranged to guard the house. According to the instructions above, this person is very important. The medical staff are also preparing outside the door, but the medical staff who have experienced the mutation are actually useless.

"Company Commander He, what Brother Yang asked to prepare is outside, right?" Zhang Lu asked in a low voice. At first, the things Yang Guang asked to prepare were not prepared until twenty minutes ago, and Company Commander He was responsible for escorting it here.

Company Commander He was the company commander on the street, and he didn't know why the superiors assigned him to come, but temporarily, Zhang Lu and Company Commander He became fellow travelers.

"It's ready, but can this Mr. Yang... still survive?" Company Commander He was a person who had seen Yang Guang's terrifying behavior with his own eyes. In his impression, only zombies who turned into black skin possessed that ability. But he had seen the strangeness of Zhao Zihan and others, and he was inevitably ignorant of such things in his heart.

On the contrary, Zhang Lu was relatively calm. After all, he had experienced Yang Guang's rescue of several poisoned colleagues in the hall of the criminal police team.

"It should be possible, they are all very powerful people." Zhang Lu whispered.

At this time, the door of the warehouse was suddenly pushed open, and the howling north wind mixed with snowflakes poured in.

Company Commander He and Zhang Lu looked up at the same time and saw a car slowly driving into the warehouse. The door opened. A tall woman jumped out of the car first, and she was carrying a makeup bag in her hand.

Don’t be here to beautify the corpse, right? The two of them thought at the same time.

"Yang Guang?" the beauty shouted.

But at this moment, Yang Guang had no normal reaction at all. The three young people who were leveraging the power of the "master" were emitting a slight white air above their heads, and they ignored the beautiful woman's screams.

"Sister Wen Yi, Yang Guang was poisoned by corpse, and his magic power was also increasing, and he was already in a state of devil. We really had no choice, and the only one who knows Yang Guang in this city is you, and Ye Yi can't contact him, so there is really no choice." Zhao Zihan also jumped out of the car and said.

"I understand." Wen Yi bit her lip and nodded.

"What do I need to do?" Zhao Zihan said.

"Open the hall!" Wen Yi said.

"You can treat it?" Zhao Zihan originally brought Wen Yi to her to need her help to contact Ye Yi, or hope that she can get to know the Taoist master.

"No, but I will ask for help." Wen Yi said.

Zhao Zihan didn't understand very much, but when he saw Wen Yi's firm eyes, he knew that he could only treat him as a living horse. If he could do it, Yang Guang's life would be like. "Okay, I need to prepare whatever I need."

Zhang Lu leaned over and said, "Well, Brother Yang asked our leader to prepare several cars of things before. Now Brother Yang is like this, and the things are still outside."

Wen Yi asked, "What did Yang Guang prepare?"

"Some yellow paper, cinnabar, etc., and living things." Zhang Lu didn't even have many things, and ten cars lined up outside the warehouse.

"I understand, I'll go over and take a look first." Wen Yi's eyes fell on Yang Guang not far away.

"Be careful." Zhao Zihan did not stop him.

(The Baihui point was sealed, which seemed to be a ghost spell and the effect of the ghost gate needle, which temporarily fainted Yang Guang's soul, forcing him to fall into a deep sleep, but also stabilized the function of the human soul accordingly.) Wen Yi went around.

"Who got the needle?" Wen Yi asked with his head raised and circled around.

"It's me." Zhao Zihan said.

"The body and soul are sealed at the same time, or are they sealed separately?" Wen Yi needed to make sure of her judgment.

Zhao Zihan walked to Wen Yi's side, pointed at Yang Guang and said, "I had no time to seal my body, so I could only strengthen my soul, forcibly store his three souls and seven spirits in my mind, and disconnected the control of my body." Speaking of this, Zhao Zihan suddenly thought about how Wen Yi could understand these, "How do you know these?"

Wen Yi smiled and said, "I have also learned some acupuncture techniques with an expert."

"What needle is it?"

"It's called "Three Needles in the Miscellaneous Family", have you heard of it?"

"No wonder..." Zhao Zihan said in surprise. He had long heard of "Three Needles in Miscellaneous Family" and did not expect that such a magical acupuncture method really exists, and the successor was Yang Guang's fiancée. Of course, if Zhao Zihan knew that the real inheritor of this acupuncture method was Yang Guang's mother, he might not have been so surprised, right? Life and interpersonal relationships are sometimes so magical and accidental.

"I went out to see what Yang Guang asked for. If possible, help me prepare a seven-star altar, broken grains, bright yellow tablecloth, a bowl of water, a piece of red paper, a stack of yellow paper for talismans, and a cinnabar pen?"

It is hard to imagine that Wen Yi, who was facing such a situation for the first time, also had such a side. Wen Yi, who was calm on the surface, had no tolerance to reject her request.

When he was about to reach the door, Wen Yi turned around and said, "If you can, it's better to prepare some gold and silver powder for me. Also, I saw that Yang Guang's amulet was gone. Can I give it to me later?"

"No problem." Zhao Zihan nodded and said.

"Okay, then I'll go and have a look." Wen Yi said to Zhang Lu, who was standing not far from the door: "Who can accompany me? I think if I go there alone, the soldiers will not let it go."

Facing such a tall beauty, Zhang Lu and Company Commander He had a little unnatural expression, especially when she was asking to accompany her, Zhang Lu poked Company Commander He with her finger and said, "Go, your soldier."

Commander He glanced at Zhang Lu, walked forward politely to Wen Yi and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Yang Guang's fiancée." Wen Yi said.

"What do I need to cooperate with?" Chief He Lian said.

"I'll see what Yang Guang is coming, and if there is anything I can use. Can I call ten people for me? Well, it's best if it's a young man who has never experienced a relationship with men and women." Wen Yi said.

"Okay." Company Commander He has already labeled people like Yang Guang as not an ordinary person. In his heart, he is probably very capable of being Yang Guang's fiancée, so he agreed happily at the moment.

Zhao Zihan watched the soldier commander walk out of the warehouse gate with Wen Yi, sighed, as if saying to Yang Guang: "There is really no way. If the Hu family members who were assigned to the original Hu family were still there, we wouldn't need to be so passive."

The Hu family disciples interrupted and said, "What are you talking about those traitors? They studied Taoist magic, but forgot the essence of their ancestors. They deserve to disappear and die long ago."

Zhao Zihan didn't say anything. In fact, it was hundreds of years ago. Only those at that time knew who was right and who was wrong. After a pause, Zhao Zihan also turned around and walked out, and found someone to arrange what Wen Yi asked for. Only three people from the Ma family were left in the warehouse, Yang Guang lying on the ground, and Zhang Lu who had nothing to do and could only watch stupidly.

The desk, red candles, broken rice, ancient square hole copper coins, a water bowl, a broken turtle shell with a thick finger, a pair of jade hands, and a young woman with seven peacock feathers on her head, stood in front of the desk covered with yellow satin cloth.

"The world is eternal, time goes backwards, and the method is chasing!" Wen Yi threw out a copper coin.

There were three ancient coins in her palm. After saying a word, she threw a copper coins into the water bowl, and at the same time she flicked her fingers. The first and last candles arranged according to the Big Dipper star on the altar were lit at the same time.
Chapter completed!