Liu Fengshui saw that the eyebrows of the rag doll were bleeding, so he smiled very easily, and his eyes were full of pride. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The rag doll is covered with thin red threads, which he has soaked in cinnabar for a long time, as long as the soul entangled in this cinnabar thread can never get rid of the shackles, as long as he is pierced by his soul needle, the eyebrows, then his soul has to stay honestly in this little puppet.

He finished the work at hand completely, and hung the rag doll on the small iron hook in the corner of the door without hurry.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at Ye Zhihan floating in the glass coffin.

He returned to the incense case, picked up two rune papers with strange shapes drawn on the incense case, walked to the top of Xiao Yichen's head without hurry, and pasted the two rune papers on the place where Xiao Yichen had been pierced by a big needle.

Originally, the place where it had been pierced was still dripping blood, and the rune paper was pasted, and in less than a few seconds, two pieces of rune paper almost 20 centimeters long turned blood red.

Liu Fengshui's fat face crossed a touch of insidiousness, took the rune paper off the top of Xiao Yichen's head, and walked to the glass coffin in a few steps.

He didn't rush to make the next move, his fat body, standing straight next to the coffin, his hands slowly behind his back.

He was holding the two pieces of talisman paper in one hand, and clenching his fist with the other, probably too excited!

The viciousness in his eyes when he looked at the coffin was exposed, as if the person floating in the coffin was his father's killer.

After a while, his body gradually relaxed, and the hand that clenched his fist slowly loosened?

He took a few steps around to the tail of the glass coffin, and with his empty hand he lifted the lid of the glass coffin, the lid of the glass coffin looked like it was made of glass, but in fact its real material was plastic, and he was not afraid that the lid would be broken.

He stepped on the lid on the ground again, walked to the front half of the glass coffin, raised his hand and pasted a piece of talisman paper on the forehead of Ye Zhihan, who was about to float out of the coffin.

Immediately afterwards, he pasted another piece of rune paper on Ye Zhihan's chest.

Liu Fengshui saw that Ye Zhihan's soul had been stabilized by him, and he was no longer in a hurry to float out, so he pulled the clothes on Ye Zhihan's shoulders without hurry, and drove the floating Ye Zhihan to approach Xiao Yichen's body.

At this time, Ye Zhihan was like a floating shadow, lightly carried by Liu Fengshui, and slowly approached the bed.

Liu Fengshui stopped his footsteps on the side of the bed, raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Yichen who was lying on the bed, like a dead corpse, his hand moved slowly, Ye Zhihan's body was floating on top of Xiao Yichen's body, he pulled the clothes on Ye Zhihan's shoulder with one hand, and put the other hand on Ye Zhihan's chest attached to the talisman paper, his hand slowly pressed down, and then slowly pressed down!

Ye Zhihan's body slowly overlapped with Xiao Yichen's body, and after about half a minute, Ye Zhihan's image disappeared completely, leaving Xiao Yichen alone as if he were still dead, lying on this single bed.

It's just that Xiao Yichen has an extra blood-red rune paper on his forehead, and there is also an extra blood-red rune paper on his chest.

Liu Fengshui breathed a sigh of relief, and tore off the rune paper on Xiao Yichen's forehead, he squeezed the hand of the rune paper, and slowly moved to Xiao Yichen's chest, and tore off the other rune paper, his hand holding the two rune papers slowly raised it to his eyes, and the corner of his lips pulled out a sinister smile: "Ye Zhihan, you will be an ordinary person from now on! Your soul and Xiao Yichen's blood have been fused, and it is really impossible to rush out of his body." ”

(To be continued.) )