What I didn't expect was that I recited "The Trick of Anzhai Town" out of emergency, and I didn't know if it would be effective.

But since the first sentence of this incantation came out, the black qi in the protective shield seemed to have been immobilized, no longer scurrying around, but shrunk into a ball, constantly shaking, very magical.

Even though it was nothing more than gas, I could clearly feel it trembling with fear, even trembling.

Sure enough, the originally gloomy girl's voice sounded again, but it lost the arrogance just now: "Don't!" Don't read it! Please...... Pain...... It hurts...... I'm in so much pain......"

I'm a good one, it works!

I was overjoyed in my heart, where would I listen to it, who knows what kind of trick you are! So in one go, he recited the incantation over and over again, foaming at the mouth, the words were round, and his mouth was like a river.

I don't know if it was because I was nervous, or if I was too involved in chanting, but I could faintly feel my voice echoing in this small bedroom.

Later, it even evolved into an indescribable aura, and the whole house seemed to undulate, resonate, and oscillate in my recitation.

As I chanted, the semi-circular shields slowly changed: their coverage was shrinking.

As the protective shield continued to shrink, the volume of the black gas imprisoned in it became smaller and smaller, and the color became lighter and lighter, and finally it became only the size of a ping-pong ball, almost transparent.

The girl's cry had long since been distorted and distorted, like sharp nails cutting across glass, or like the passage of the wind and the howl of a wolf, and the hearts of those who listened to it were terrified.

There was a soft "bang", and the protective shield, which had shrunk to the size of a fist, exploded without warning, and at the same time, I felt a heat in my chest, and the wooden sign hanging on my chest shook rapidly.

As if there was some kind of magnetic effect, the thin black gas the size of a ping-pong ball also burrowed into the wooden sign on my chest with lightning speed......

A cold and mellow cool air instantly penetrated my whole body, and it felt like an electric current exploding in my body, mixed with an indescribable feeling of discomfort.

All this happened too suddenly, and before I could reflect what was going on, I listened to Ma Yubao on the bed: "Mom...... Mommy ......"

The little guy who was trembling all over the body just now, and the red guy had already propped up his body at this moment, rubbing his eyes sleepily, looking at me and the fat man, completely like a normal child, and the black gas between his eyebrows was gone.

Brother Ma's daughter-in-law burst into tears, and she rushed over to hug Ma Yubao with tears pouring out: "Bao, you scared your mother to death...... Woowoo woo ......"

Brother Ma's face was also full of old tears, and he looked at me tremblingly, and he was about to kneel down for me when he saw what it meant.

My face must have been ugly, and I felt top-heavy and collapsed. But he barely gave a hard smile and told them that it was okay.

After saying that, as soon as he said that, he was about to fall backwards, but fortunately he was held by the fat man with quick hands.

Touching his chest, there was no strange feeling, everything he had just experienced was like a dream.

The wooden sign hung on my chest with the thick thread, and it felt like a stone, but it was unusually cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

I can't help but wonder in my heart, I have hung this wooden sign since I was a child, but I didn't expect it to have the effect of absorbing black gas? Is there such a god?

Brother Ma looked at me with a humble look in his eyes, and asked me timidly how much I should pay for my labor. I waved my hand and said that we don't need to rush the neighbors in the street, come to the store tomorrow, and let's talk about it in detail.

After thinking about it, I told him to observe Ma Yubao's situation carefully, although the evil trick was surrendered by me, it was not guaranteed that there would be recurrence.

I say this is an industry practice, in order to leave a way back for myself, don't talk to death, don't be able to explain in case something really goes wrong. These are also routines learned by the master.

On the other hand, until now, my heart is still up and down, and I can't figure out whether the black gas has run away or has been absorbed by my wooden card.

I think so in my heart, but I can't say it directly.

Bidding farewell to Shanxian sheep soup, with the support of the fat man, when we returned to the store, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

I felt tired and dizzy, and I didn't care to talk to the fat man about the adventure just now, so I fell asleep on the bed.

I didn't wake up until 2 p.m. the next day, feeling full of energy all over my body, and it seemed that quality sleep was so important.

Last night I had a dream, first I dreamed that I was walking alone at night, and as I walked, I saw a little girl.

The little girl was about five or six years old, and she was very small, with white skin, big eyes, and long eyelashes, like a doll.

She wears a white dress and is barefoot. I don't know what era the style of this dress is, but it looks very retro.

But I don't know what happened, but the little girl seemed to be very afraid of me, and when she saw me walking by, she ran like a frightened rabbit, and disappeared in an instant.

As I walked on, an old lady appeared in the distance.

This old lady is very short, at most in her early fours, her body is extremely thin, she seems to be very ugly in the blur, and her facial features seem to be a little displaced.

She stood at a distance, like a sculpture, staring at me coldly. There seemed to be a strong hatred in his eyes, as cold as a steel knife, which made people shudder. It's like having some kind of deep hatred with me, and I don't know her......

After I got up, the fat man began to complain to me, saying that in order not to disturb my rest, he had not eaten breakfast or lunch, and now he was dying of hunger.

Hearing him say this, I also felt hungry, so I rushed to the public bathroom in the corridor to wash up, ready to go downstairs to eat.

As we were about to leave, there was a knock on the door, with two large portions of steaming mutton soup and six freshly baked sesame cakes.

Hey! Sure enough, it's what you want to do.

Seeing me gobbling up with the fat man, Brother Ma hesitated for a long time before weakly asking what kind of evil trick was entangled in his son.

My mouth was full of pancakes and lamb, both thin and dry, but that didn't stop me from bragging about it.

I told him that the wicked man was a girl, only five or six years old, about the same age as Ma Yubao of his family, and that his son was handsome, and he was going to be caught and married as a husband.

I was talking nonsense, but I didn't expect Brother Ma to even claim that it was, and praised me for my mana.

He said that Ma Yubao had been living peacefully in the middle of the night, and he didn't make any trouble. When I asked him in the morning, the little guy said that he had been having the same dream for the past few days, dreaming of playing with a beautiful little sister.

The little sister also invited Ma Yubao to her house, she said that her home is far away, but there are many delicious and fun things.

The only condition is to let Ma Yubao think clearly, because once you go to her house, you will never be able to come back.

I almost didn't choke on the baked cake, and I said that your little devil and the female trick can look up to him? I don't believe it!

But on the surface, he had to get off the donkey down the slope, nodded frequently, and boasted about himself again, saying that if ordinary people could stop this evil trick, that is, this master and my magic power are boundless, so that Ma Yubao, the little guy, escaped.

Brother Ma took out a wad of RMB from his pocket, which looked like about 1,000 yuan, and said that he wanted me to accept it.

I got up and went to the nearby Bogu shelf to take down a clay doll and handed it to him. On this Bogu shelf are my so-called folk handicrafts, such as folk paper-cutting, dyed colorful clay dolls, strange-shaped pebbles, and so on.

Then he took out five more from the stack of renminbi and said that this is enough, and I will charge the cost of the method for those in the street.

I also asked him to put the clay doll in front of his bed, and he didn't have to burn incense to worship, so that he would be able to bless the whole family with peace and well.

In addition, I told him again and again, saying that the 500 yuan is the money you used to buy the clay doll, and my practice and consultation are free, remember to remember.

Brother Ma is naturally grateful for his kindness and omitted to mention it.