locked the female ghost, Liukin got up directly, looked at the female ghost and said, "Recovery." ”

The female ghost's originally confused eyes suddenly became normal, but no longer vicious, but very docile, and then got up, knelt in front of Liukin, hugged Liukin's legs, and wanted to lick her feet.

Liukin hurriedly said, "Stop." ”

The female ghost paused, looking at Liukin suspiciously.

Liukin's face darkened.

What the hell is this stinking problem? Could it have been taught by its previous master?

Fuck, the Feng family is really perverted.

"I don't have to do this in the future, although I'm a ghost, I also have to have a little dignity, okay?" Liukin said angrily.

The female ghost looked at Liukin silently, and there seemed to be a hint of strangeness in her eyes.

"Don't kneel either, get up and talk."

The female ghost obediently got up.

Liukin looked at it.

Well, the height is not low, at least 1.7 meters.

has a very positive figure, a very beautiful face, flowing hair, and at most in his early twenties.

Tsk, it's a pity to die so young and beautiful.

"What's your name?" Liukin asked.

"The master named me Yu Ji."

Liukin: "......"

The Feng family is not only perverted, but also likes cosplay and despises it.

"I'll change it for you, and you'll call it ...... in the future Angela. Liukin grinned.

Female ghost: "......"

"Well, what was your original identity? How many years have you been dead? What kind of spirit is it? Liukin asked seriously.

The Feng family's exorcism is not as simple as driving ghosts.

First lock the spirit, then sacrifice, and then drive.

It's a set.

Moreover, each spirit has different attributes, different potentials, and different future growth.

And the Feng family has researched and developed as many as a hundred kinds of spirits.

This is the information that comes from the locks.

The female ghost said: "The slave maid was the child of a merchant before her death, she died of illness in twenty-seven years, more than thirty years ago, she was arrested and sacrificed, and she became the master seventeen years ago...... Feng Youcai's sacrificial spirit, the slave and maid are the virtual spirits of one of the hundred spirits, and they are indiscriminate and sneaking without a trace. ”

Liukin's eyes lit up.

It's actually a void spirit, this is a good spirit.

Although he is not good at fighting, but the ability to void this kind of ability, just like the stealth technique, is particularly magical, and it really has to grow to a certain extent, even if he stands in front of a Yuan Shen boss, he can't detect it, and he belongs to one of the Feng family's senior spirits.

And there are many more wonderful uses for the Ethereal Spirit, which requires the Spirit to be raised to a high enough level.

It's a pity that Feng Youcai's strength is not enough, and his spirit growth is insufficient, so he cheapens himself.

With a smile in his heart, Liukin waved his hand directly, and a cloud of evil qi fell on the void spirit.

In an instant, the void spirit let out a groan as if it had taken a perfect tonic, and its own breath faded a lot.

This is the difference between the ethereal spirit, when others become stronger, their breath skyrockets, and it wants to become stronger, but it is getting weaker and weaker, until it is completely news.

"Thank you, master." The void spirit was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

Liukin smiled: "Attach your arms first, then show up and run, remember, run in front of those who are peeping at me outside, be sure to expose yourself, and then come back quietly." ”

The void spirit received the order, got out of bed and picked up his broken arm, docked it to his shoulder, and immediately moved freely.

Then, the ethereal spirit turned into a yin wind, flew out of Liujin's bedroom, and fled in the air, that breath, in the eyes of cultivators, is not too conspicuous, just like fireflies in the night.

"Who is it? Dare to steal my baby and give it back to me. Suddenly, an angry cry sounded in the bedroom, especially angry, eager, and then with a bang, the window was broken, and Liukin rushed out, wah-wah.

"It's not good, it's been preempted."

"That's the Yin Spirit, so fast, chase quickly."

", robbed right under your nose? How does this work? ”

"Hey, there's something wrong with this spirit, it's not an ordinary ghost."

"The Feng family's sacrificial spirit."

"Grass is special, didn't the Feng family say that they were not interested? Darkness Chen Cang, it's too shameless. ”

……

In an instant, dozens of cultivators who were peeking at the villa were suddenly alarmed, and they hurriedly chased after each other.

In an instant, all the cultivators ran away.

Liukin stood in the courtyard of the villa, cursing for a few minutes before giving up with an unwilling face.

At this time, in a room of the villa, Sister Wang stood at the window and looked at Liukin quietly.

This kid has the style of his wife.

Back in the bedroom, Liukin sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the paper figure who was forced into the corner by Daqing, this little thing was still trembling.

It's weird.

Ordinary paper people driven by spiritual paper skills shouldn't be so spiritual, right?

How does this thing feel like a real person?

Squatting down and looking at the paper figure, Liukin showed a kind smile, and then out of nowhere he felt a lighter, and when he pressed it, the flames came out.

Seeing the firelight, the paper figure trembled even more violently, and his little head shook again.

Liukin said quietly: "Surrender, or ...... Cremate? ”

The paper man did not hesitate, and the only remaining leg knelt down and kowtowed a few times directly.

Can bend and stretch!

is so spiritual, and it is definitely not an ordinary paper figure.

Liukin was even more interested.

Seeing that the paper man couldn't speak, Liukin asked, "Can you communicate?" If you can't, you don't seem to be of much use? ”

The paper man was instantly startled, and hurriedly stretched out his only remaining hand.

Its hands have no fingers, and if you really want to say an image, it looks like a robot cat, with long hands and feet.

However, the magic is that a black color emerged from the paper man's hand, which slowly changed and finally turned into a black liquid.

The paper figure shook his hand, and the black liquid fell on the wall.

Something even more miraculous happened.

The black liquid squirmed and dispersed, then slowly combined into a line of words.

"Don't kill my uncle, the elegance is peerless, handsome and compelling, invincible, and become an immortal."

Liukin: ......

Daqing: ......

"Little thing, it's quite good at talking." Liukin smiled.

The paper man nodded hurriedly, looking like a second dog.

"Tell me, where did you come from? What are you here for? Liukin asked.

The paper man waved his hand.

That line of words immediately twisted and reorganized.

After a few moments, the words changed.

"The small one is the paper spirit, seven hundred years ago, for the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Zhang Jingxu Taoist tailoring, accompanied him to study and practice, over time, gave birth to spirituality."

Soon, the handwriting continued to change.

"After Zhang Jingxu Dao Changxian passed away, I was left in the Longhu Mountain Scripture Pavilion, with books as a companion, and hundreds of years passed."

"Three years ago, Hu Yue, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, broke into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at night, stole books and betrayed the door, and just stole the books I was sleeping on."

"After discovering me, Hu Yueming treated me as an ordinary paper man, driven by the law, I was bored for hundreds of years, and I also wanted to have some fun, who knows, I collided with the uncle."

The handwriting was flowery, and the little paper figure also looked at Liukin, giving him a feeling of pity.

Liukin was a little surprised.

This little paper figure is really magical.

Ordinary paper figures, put it for three or five years, it will not be easy to use.

It's a pity that this thing can exist for hundreds of years, and it has such a high level of spirituality, and it's a pity that it's really going to be destroyed.

It's just a centuries-old thing, it's so rubbish, it doesn't seem to be of much use!

Liukin pondered for a moment and asked, "What do you say you are capable of?" ”

As if sensing that this was the key to his own survival, the little paper man waved frantically.

Then the inky black liquid turned into a line of large letters.

"Knowledge, knowledge is power!"