Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a strong force, she has been cleaning up for so long, and she doesn't mean to end.

I have to wait for Sheng Moyuan's body to get a little better, and the power of the resentful soul is weaker, so that the resentful soul can be removed.

In the end, Qinghui followed the place where the resentment was heaviest and found the master bedroom of this family.

There were two people sleeping in the bedroom.

Qinghui glanced at it a little puzzled, didn't it mean that this husband was not favored, and his wife had already accepted three servants after entering the door, and he was quite haggard after being tossed?

It doesn't look like that.

Qinghui tilted his head, thinking.

But he didn't pay much attention to it, and slipped out of the shallow coffee pick.

The grievances here are very strong, and it is impossible to tell where it is and where it is stronger, so it is more reliable to let the shallow coffee with data analysis.

The little hamster's shallow coffee, which had become a safe tool in this plane, sighed for a moment, and finally took out a small cloth bag from the corner.

It looks like it's hidden.

There seems to be a dark compartment in it, and the light coffee is pulling this small cloth bag out of the dark compartment.

Qinghui pulled out a piece of yellow paper from the cloth tape.

Looking at the pattern drawn with blood-colored cinnabar on it, I felt the spiritual power on it again.

Qinghui was somewhat clear, and judging from the knowledge she had inherited from this plane, it was a spell to transfer the curse.

If you commit a crime, you have to strike five thunderbolts in the sky, use this charm on someone else's body, burn it to ashes, scatter it in water, let others drink it, and then keep a copy for yourself, and the punishment that originally belonged to you will be received by that person.

Qinghui didn't destroy it directly, he pursed the corners of his lips with a little disdain, and a faint spiritual power was injected into the spell, directly reversing the spell.

The effect will slowly fade and return to the person who cast the spell.

Although Qinghui could have directly asked Sheng Moyuan to get the resentful soul out later, but after getting it out, the power of the resentful soul would be greatly reduced, and even if he went back to punish the person who did it against him, it was far from the extent he imagined.

Qinghui stuffed the charm back and asked Asa to put it back again.

It doesn't matter if this spell is broken, this kind of spell is originally to watch the breath warm and transfer, and once it starts, the spell will recognize the breath of the spell caster and the person being spelled.

Even if it is destroyed, there is no way.

The tool rat shallow coffee dragged the small cloth bag back with reluctance.

Tired and panting, he crawled out, and finally climbed onto Qinghui's hand.

It's too difficult to make a system, and the upgraded system is even more difficult, why doesn't it feel like it can only exist in Qinghui's mind when it comes to happiness??

Asa coffee sits in Qinghui's hands and doubts life.

Qinghui finished his work, and he had no intention of staying longer.

turned around, dodged the courtyard of the house in three or two steps, jumped out lightly, and then yawned and took out his peachwood sword, waving away the trembling and howling demonic qi around him.

Tonight's dissipation is clean, so I can go back to sleep.

But of course, Qinghui slept all day and made a fuss all night.

I didn't get up in the morning, so I didn't go to the prime minister's house.

***

Sheng Moyuan, who learned the news that Qinghui was not here today, was writing something with his eyes down at the moment, and when he heard the person next to him say this, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and his cold face was raised, looking at the person who spoke.