As of now, I still don't know who White Moon really is.

But I know that her attainments in Feng Shui are extremely high.

I also know that people who can carry the Nine Heavens Xuannu Diagram with them must also be proficient in various Taoist techniques.

Just like what she is doing now, she uses the coffee table as a case, uses bamboo chopsticks as incense, spreads a tabletop-sized yellow paper, and paints with green sleeves and micro-rolls.

She painted a crane, with a proud posture, floating out of the dust, delicate and lifelike.

Especially the final touch, it is as if the soul is given, as if you can fly to the sky with wings.

"The sun rises in the east; I edict this talisman and sweep it ominous; Cut off its python body, get rid of evil and be good - duh! ”

After reciting the Taoist mantra, Bai Yue put his two fingers together and pointed at the crane's head, and then raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the park.

The moment the crane's chirp echoed, a streamer of light could be vaguely seen rushing out of the yellow paper, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

Call......

With a long sigh, White Moon sat down on the couch.

Taking advantage of this, I hurriedly made an introduction, obviously Bai Yue gave Chu Lingyan a lot of pressure, so that she didn't know how to speak.

It's no wonder she's like this, after all, White Moon's aura is too strong.

The appearance and figure are all first-class, and the temperament is not to be said, and when she comes up, she shows the skills of the hand Taoist, and anyone who sees such a woman will be timid.

On the contrary, it was Bai Yue, who opened her mouth without fear: "Sister Ling Yan, I have already learned the general process of things on the way, and I have two words I want to ask." ”

"Please."

"How did your mother die?"

"Car accident."

"Was it a tragic car accident?"

"Yes, my body was shattered."

"At that time, did you see Ling Tang's remains?"

"Nope."

"So you heard that?"

"Yes, I was young at the time, my dad told me."

"Now...... You're starting to get skeptical, right? ”

"Yes."

Yu Guang glanced at the secret room on the second floor, and Chu Lingyan continued: "Before, I was convinced of the car accident, but now, I am shaken. ”

"Okay, there's another question, where is Lingtang's cemetery?"

"It's in the cemetery at the end of the West Mountain, that place was chosen by my father, and we go to visit the grave every year."

"I see, thanks."

After Bai Yue finished speaking, he fell into silence.

Bang......

At this moment, a sudden sound came from the secret room on the second floor.

Chu Lingyan and I glanced at each other, and then planned to go up and have a look.

"No need to go, it's Xiaobai who is back."

Xiaobai?

As soon as I thought of the crane before, my ears heard the sound of breaking the air, and after it swept over the incense case, the yellow paper also shook with a bang.

It took a while before I calmed down completely.

At this time, the picture on it also changed.

The crane is still the same crane as before, but its spirit has languished a lot.

Not only that, but the feathers on his body have also fallen off a lot, and many places are even stained with dazzling blood.

The long beak is wide open, and it holds the head of a python.

It's the size of a football, hideous and ugly.

"Xiaobai, hard work."

After Bai Yue finished speaking, he stepped forward and gently swept it with the sleeve of his green shirt, and then there was no shadow of a crane on it.

A hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen.

Even if there was only one head left, after losing the suppression of the crane, it suddenly rolled and twisted again.

"No, I'll lend you a fire."

"Okay."

Nodding, I picked up the yellow paper, unusually heavy.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly pinched out the fire word print, and instantly ignited the yellow paper.

Hiss......

This sound is not only the scream of the python's head, but also the evil qi being burned by the spiritual fire, and in a few breaths, it turned into a pile of paper ashes.

"Chonglou, you stay and watch Ling Yan's father first, and we will meet the real culprit behind the scenes."

Chu Guoxiong has reached the point where the oil is running out and the lamp is dry, and he must hurry up and strike while the iron is hot.

"I, am I going to stay on my own?"

Hearing that he stayed to guard the villa and Chu Guoxiong, Shi Chonglou suddenly coaxed again.

"Moon and Ling Yan must go with me, you can only stay."

"But ......"

"No, but."

As I spoke, I pulled him to the bedroom and pointed to the eighteen-character immovable relics on Chu Guoxiong's body.

"Don't go anywhere, just stay in this bedroom, with this artifact, nothing can get close to you."