"Ahh

Under this terrifying scene, Song Qingxiao slowly pulled out a black line as thin as a silk hair from the eyes of the old man who was driving the car.

As soon as the black line was withdrawn, the screams of resentment in the old man's mouth became weaker and weaker, and in comparison, the old man's original voice began to become much louder, and it was obvious that his consciousness had gained the upper hand.

The black thread was thin and long, and after a section was extracted, the messy intertwined blood threads that wrapped the old man's eyes were like messy threads being pulled up and gradually weakened.

It wasn't until Song Qingxiao completely pulled it out and pinched it in his hand that the old man's long tongue was retracted, and his blue and black lips slowly recovered to their original color.

The rich yin qi that permeated the surroundings gradually dispersed with the open car door, and the yin qi that trapped Song Daochang's master and apprentice completely disappeared.

After controlling his yin qi and resentful ghosts were caught, his body was regained.

The old man who was driving the car only felt that his eyes were sore and painful, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

But the most unbearable thing for him was the scalp that was about to be torn apart-

In order to subdue the powerful ghost who was attached to him, Song Qingxiao suppressed him with absolutely strong strength, and he was not soft at all.

He didn't feel anything when he was possessed, but after taking control of his body at this time, in addition to the pain in his eyes and the feeling of weakness from being eroded by Yin Qi, it was the most painful on the top of his head.

The old man was not in the habit of completely cutting off his braids, and he was all coiled around his head and covered with a sweat towel.

At this moment, Song Qingxiao grabbed it with one hand, and almost lifted his entire scalp cover.

Stimulated by the pain, the fear and feeling of weakness and nausea after being possessed by the soul were instantly reduced a lot, and the chaotic consciousness suddenly woke up.

"Lighter, lighter—" He groaned dizzily, reaching out to touch his scalp, only to find that his body was as soft as noodles, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Judging from the way he spoke, he was completely awake.

Song Daochang was too stimulated before, and after screaming, he heard the old man's voice and was excited, and he glanced at Song Qingxiao busily:

"Let it go."

Half of the old man's body was lifted up by her like a turnip, and one eye was high and swollen, as if blood was flowing out:

"Ah, am I going blind?"

During the screaming, Song Qingxiao complied with the old Taoist's words and let go of his hand.

The old man instantly fell back on the stool, shook his body, and almost fell headlong on the floor of the carriage.

If it weren't for the old Taoist priest who helped him at the critical moment, he pulled him to sit firmly, and this old man would have to fall into a big fight.

"Dao Chief, am I going to be blind?"

As soon as he was freed, the old man who was driving the car immediately raised his head.

Song Qingxiao's previous action of grabbing his eyes was not gentle, even if her strength was restricted, it was still unbearable for an ordinary person.

The old man's eyes were torn, and his eyeballs were supposed to be injured, and the blood kept flowing out.

"No ......" The old Taoist priest was a little weak-hearted, but he still shook his head:

"Not blind."

He didn't know whether to comfort himself or the old man, so he looked closer again, and at the same time reached out to wipe the bloody tears that flowed down his eyes.

This kind of blood and tears is not very similar to Aunt Wu's, Song Daochang sensed it, but strangely found that the yin qi that was wrapped around him had completely disappeared.

The old Taoist's eyelids began to twitch, and he quickly thought of the wisp of black silk that Song Qingxiao pulled out of his eyes.

He raised his head almost with a distorted expression, and sure enough, he saw Song Qingxiao pinching a thin black silk hair in his hand.

The strands of hair were like living creatures, wrapped around her fingertips, like a wriggling tentacle.

"Shhh

Although he had not discovered the existence of this object before due to the limitation of his realm, it was not difficult for him to guess that this thing might be the culprit who caused the old man driving the car before.

The power of this thing is so terrifying, not to mention that it is possessed by the old man, and at the same time, it can also have extra power to control him and Song Changqing, which is enough to see its strength.

At this moment, when he saw this silk thread wrapped between the little apprentice's fingers, the old Taoist priest felt that the whole person was not good.

After coming back to his senses, he immediately reached out and grabbed the black line:

"Give it to me!"

This is not a fun thing, maybe not only the strange appearance of the old man driving the car is related to it, but even Aunt Wu's previous abnormality may be inseparable from it.

Song Qingxiao didn't use much force, but the black line as thin as silk hair struggled and could not escape from her palms.

She took a closer look, and the yin aura on this silk thread was very strong, just like the black qi that had penetrated into Aunt Wu's body before.

There was a layer of black gas lingering on it, with a resentful residual thought, as if there was still a wisp of remnant soul attached to it, and the scream was roaring: "Let go of me-"

She looked as usual, and at the same time gently twisted the black silk from beginning to end with her other finger, and the spiritual power penetrated into it, instantly crushing this trace of poisonous resentment and disappearing without a trace.

The black qi escaped, and the black threads that were clinging and struggling suddenly seemed to have lost their lives, hanging loosely between her fingers.

Song Qingxiao looked at it, it was a silk thread that had been twisted very thinly, and it should have been a little old.

Without the erosion of black qi, this exposed silk thread revealed its true face.

It's not really pure black, but dark brown in color, and some of it looks like it's been stained with blood plasma, and over time, it's gradually changed to what it is today.

"Qingxiao!"

After the old Taoist priest spoke before, he saw that she was unmoved, and couldn't help but feel anxious, afraid that she was also caught in the Dao of the Yin Spirit, and sank into the dantian with Taoist spiritual power, and shouted:

"It's not something you can play with, give it to the master!"

Song Qing looked down on him and was really anxious, and the dangerous aura on the silk thread had been erased by her, so she handed it to Daoist Song.

The old Taoist priest took it and pulled it tightly before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Recalling the previous scene, I couldn't help but be a little angry:

"You girl, what's the matter?"

The old man who was driving the car was ghostly after being tricked, and his appearance was hideous and terrifying, which made people look frightening.

In the impression of the old Taoist, she was the most timid on weekdays, and even let her go to the cemetery of Yunhu Mountain to practice her courage to scare the crying person, but at that time, she didn't know where to give birth to the courage, and stepped forward to hug the possessed old man.

But fortunately, thanks to her move, the yin ghost was restrained.

Otherwise, Song Daochang's master and apprentice are afraid that they will be planted in the hands of this ghost today, and the consequences will be really unimaginable.

"I see that you and Senior Brother are entangled, that's why I made a move."

As soon as Song Qingxiao said this, the anger on the old Taoist's face disappeared a lot.

"That being said, the situation was critical, and you should still put your own safety first. Your senior brother and I both have cultivation in our bodies, so naturally we will find a way to save our lives. ”

His expression softened a little, and after coming back to his senses, he remembered the scene when she tore the eyelids of the old man driving the car and grabbed the black line, and he was a little curious:

"How did you find out that there was a mystery in his eyes?"

He pointed to the old man who was still covering his eyes, and screamed "sighs".

Song Qingxiao smiled slightly and said:

"I see that his eyes are swollen wrongly, and there are some similarities with Aunt Wu before."

After being reminded by her, Song Daochang found that Aunt Wu's eyes were indeed swollen a little misaligned, like fish bubbles filled with water, almost squeezing her eyes into a slit.

"After he was possessed, I noticed that something seemed to be moving under his eyelids, and the red blood in his eyes looked like a living thing, so I pulled out the black line."

When Daoist Song heard her say this, he nodded:

"You're delicate, and it looks like this thing has something to do with controlling their ghosts."

I don't know if it's out of trust in the little apprentice, he didn't suspect anything, but after clarifying the reason, he picked up the black line in his hand.

The old Taoist priest picked up the black thread and twisted it, first releasing a trace of divine consciousness and sensing it, and then putting it to the end of his nose and sniffing it.

The old man who was driving the car stopped screaming, covered his eyes that were torn by Song Qingxiao, and stared at the old Taoist priest's actions with tears in his eyes.

"This, that's what just got into my eyes?"

Under the gaze of several people, the old Taoist priest nodded and said:

"It's like a thread."

But what made him a little strange was that the attached Yin Soul resentment on the line had disappeared, but there were still remnants of Yin Qi, which was enough to prove that Song Qingxiao's previous actions were indeed right.

He didn't suspect that the disappearance of the yin ghost was related to Song Qingxiao, but this yin ghost was probably the same as the female ghost who possessed Aunt Wu's body before, and it might have been killed by some kind of power after being exposed.

"It's supposed to be silk." Song Qingxiao answered.

"Can this be seen?" When Song Changqing heard her say this, he couldn't help but step forward and stared at it with wide eyes for a long time.

But at this time, it was dark outside, and the light in the carriage was even less sufficient, although he practiced martial arts and practiced people with excellent eyesight, but after staring at it for a long time, he couldn't see anything at all.

The old Taoist priest glanced at Song Qingxiao approvingly, and when he turned his head to look at his eldest apprentice, his face was not very good-looking, and he reprimanded:

"No brains as long as you can!"

"Master......" Song Changqing was scolded inexplicably, and couldn't help scratching his head a little naively.

"Judging from what the female ghost who possessed Aunt Wu said before, their appearance is related to Shen Zhuang, and it was also premeditated."

After scolding the apprentice, Song Daochang still explained to him:

"Shen Zhuang is good at growing mulberry and raising silkworms, and the silk fabrics are second to none in the country.

Therefore, the black silk in front of him is the yin soul in Shen Zhuang as a medium to harm people, so it is very likely that this black thread is silk.

When Song Changqing heard this, he suddenly nodded with a sense of understanding:

"Little junior sister is so smart!" He praised him a little proudly, as if he was not embarrassed or angry at all because he was scolded, but he was very happy for Song Qingxiao:

"Turning back, big brother......"

He was happy for a while and wanted to promise, but halfway through the words, he didn't know what he thought, and finally paused, and under Song Qingxiao's gaze, he smiled, as if he was a little mysterious.

The old Taoist priest lowered his eyelids, blocked the look in his eyes, and then picked up the dyed silk:

"There's a smell of blood—" he muttered, "may it have something to do with the massacre?" ”

No one could answer him, and Aunt Wu, the only one who knew a lot about Shen Zhuang, was in a coma at this time.

Daoist Song stretched out an arm and stretched out his hand to pull Aunt Wu, who was lying on the bench asleep.

The strength of the cultivator is not weak, and Aunt Wu's fat body looks very light under his palm.

He turned Aunt Wu's body around, and sure enough, he saw that her eyes were swollen badly, but her eyelids did not tremble, I don't know if it was because the possessed female ghost had died.

The eye socket narrowed into a swollen slit, and it was covered with clotted blood beads, and Leng looked like a cut wound.

Song Daochang went to pull her eyelids, but she closed them tightly, and he didn't want to hurt anyone, so he tried several times, but he couldn't open his eyes.

After a few attempts, she was able to pull her eyelids apart, revealing bloodshot eyes.

Sure enough, there are red blood streaks protruding from the eyeballs, like intertwined roots, firmly locking the eyeballs in them.

The old Taoist priest has seen a lot of ghosts and ghosts, and he is decisive when dealing with demons and evils, and at this time, he wants to deduct that trace of yin qi from the human eye, and he feels a little unbearable.

He thought of Song Qingxiao's previous neat actions, and did not hesitate at all when he started, and immediately shouted:

"Qingxiao, you can get it."

Song Qing leaned over, flexed his middle finger and ring finger to hook Aunt Wu's lower eyelid, and the index finger was like an extremely sharp blade, easily cutting through the eyeball.

The slightly fishy blood gushed out, and the sound of the flesh being torn made the old man who was driving the car feel more pain in his eyes.

Her fingertips dug into her eyes, hooked something, and slowly pulled it out.

After the female ghost flew away, only one load remained in Aunt Wu's body, and after there was no haunting ghost, this line became a dead thing and never moved again.

However, in Song Qingxiao's opinion, the female ghost is very likely to be just a ghost, and the real thing that is deadly should be this thread.

As long as the black line is still in the body, maybe a ghost will die, and it will attract another ghost.

She hooked out the black line, and the line was drawn out with flesh and blood, and there were some blood beads at the end, and the sound made people's scalps numb, but fortunately, Aunt Wu lost consciousness.

But with the black line offline, her consciousness should be awake, and under the stimulation of pain, the cheek muscles were instinctively twitching, and it was obvious that she was about to wake up.

After Song Qingxiao took out the thread, he handed it over to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest placed the two silk threads in the palm of his hand, except for the blood stains of the silk threads that had just been pulled out, the two black threads were the same length, as if they had been measured and cut.

"Looks like this thing is really doing it." He confirmed his guess at this moment, and said:

"I don't know how this thing quietly got into Wu Shen's body in advance, waiting for the opportunity to attack, and then blocking our way."