The tin man was covered all over his body, only the iron cover of his face had a small opening for ventilation.

He struggled in rage, the chains shaking all over the room, and the sound of sharp metal clashing.

Kong Wanxiao said sadly: "Since last weekend, Ah Heng has suddenly become ill, and he will frantically destroy everything he can touch, hurting everyone who comes close, even himself!" He smashed a lot of things in the house, injured several servants, and had to harm himself when he was brought under control...... I invited a lot of Western doctors and Chinese medicine to see him, but they couldn't cure him, and finally an old Chinese medicine doctor who knew a little bit about the way told us that Ah Heng was very likely to be evil. ”

He obviously had no other way to control his son in this way.

Wang Yu thought to himself, this illness is indeed a standard evil, but the strange thing is why Kong Heng is also contaminated with a little yin and evil qi?

Zhang Qianling on the side said unashamedly: "Mr. Kong, don't worry, I will definitely make Young Master Kong heal, please let your subordinates take off the mask on Young Master Kong's head." ”

Kong Wanxiao immediately ordered a few servants to step forward and unlock the iron mask on Kong Heng's head.

The servants were preoccupied and cautious in their movements, and their eyes were full of fear.

After the iron mask was removed, Kong Heng's true face appeared in front of Wang Yu. He was no more than twenty years old, and his eyes were fierce, like a beast that wanted to eat people.

Kong Heng also had a mouth ball stuffed in his mouth, which Kong Wanxiao said was to prevent him from biting off his tongue.

Wang Yu carefully observed Kong Heng. Kong Heng's current situation reminded him of Ding Qiao before. Because he preliminarily concluded that Kong Heng was most likely lost, he lost his mind.

But then again, even in the same situation where the soul is out of the body, Kong Heng's instinctive aggression is much greater than Ding Qiao's.

Zhang Qianling walked in front of Kong Heng, stretched out his hand and touched Kong Heng's face with his feet, which made Kong Heng jump like thunder, and shook the iron rope in the room.

He turned around and arched his hand, "Mr. Kong, young master, he has lost a soul. ”

Kong Wanxiao became nervous when he heard this: "Then what should I do?" ”

Zhang Qianling said indifferently: "Don't worry, as long as I try to get up the altar and use the soul conjuring technique, I can bring back the soul that Young Master Kong lost." ”

Kong Wanxiao hurriedly said: "Without further ado, Heavenly Master, please cast a spell quickly!" ”

Zhang Qianling deliberately walked in front of Wang Yu and pretended to say: "I'm a senior, so I'll let you come first, lest you say that I will fight with you regardless of my identity." ”

He had seen Wang Yu cast the White Spirit Fire before, and he decided that Wang Yu was a member of the Shenxiao Sect. The school of Daomen Shenxiao Sect is known for cultivating all kinds of strong offensive spells, and regards Qimen Dunjia and Fu Gong spells as side doors, what they pursue is a clean and neat frontal defeat of the enemy, and it is obviously impossible to be good at these spells of conjuring souls and finding people.

So Zhang Qianling asked this on purpose to embarrass Wang Yu.

In fact, Wang Yu doesn't know the art of conjuring spirits at all, and now it's definitely too late to temporarily learn from the platform.

So he could only smile and say, "Please Zhang Tianshi, you invite you first, I am a more respectful person." ”

"Humph! Then you kid just keep your eyes open and look good! It's mine to whip the dragon! ”

After Zhang Qianling finished speaking triumphantly, he walked up to Kong Wanxiao and said, "Mr. Kong, I will get up the altar now, please prepare a square table for me, a pair of shoes that Young Master Kong usually wears." ”

Soon the servants brought in a table and placed it in the center of the room.

Zhang Qianling's apprentice Le Yi took out a small cabinet, first took out a yellow cloth from it and spread it on the table, and then placed incense burners, candlesticks, magic tablets, bells and other magic utensils in turn.

Wang Yu glanced at the god card in the middle, which was dedicated to the ancestor of Heavenly Master Dao, the god seat of Zhang Daoling.

Heavenly Master Dao, also known as Dragon and Tiger Sect, is one of the oldest schools of Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain, Shudi.

The orthodox cultivators of the Dragon and Tiger Sect are all descendants of the Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling.

Thousands of years have passed, and Zhang Tianshi's descendants have spread out, not 100,000 but 8,000, and perhaps this Zhang Qianling is one of them.

Zhang Qianling first burned incense to worship the ancestor, then rang the bell left and right, shook the talisman with his right hand, and muttered a spell that no one could understand.

"Drink!"

He suddenly roared, and threw the talisman in his right hand onto the incense candle.

It was obviously yellow paper, but it turned out to have an effect like gunpowder.

The moment the talisman touched the flames, it suddenly exploded into a dazzling bright light and thick smoke, which made people temporarily blind their vision.

When the bright light faded and the smoke cleared, the countertop was covered with a thick layer of talisman ash.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, six paths of tranquility, the soul to its place." Zhang Qianling recited the incantation three times.

At this time, his apprentice placed a burning brazier between the altar and Kong Heng.

Zhang Qianling picked up the limited edition Adidas sneakers and threw them into the brazier in front of him, which burned violently in a blink of an eye.

"Put on your shoes and go home...... Listen to the bell and come back ......"

Zhang Qianling kept repeating this sentence and shook the bell in his hand regularly.

About a minute later, a footprint appeared on the altar that was originally covered with talisman ash.

It was a very small footprint, as if it had been pressed with a little finger.

The appearance of this footprint suddenly made Zhang Qianling's face happy.

Le Yi explained to the Kong couple in a whisper on the side: "The appearance of that footprint means that Young Master Kong's lost soul is slowly walking back, as long as the footprints return from the other end of the table to this end, it means that Young Master Kong's soul has returned to the house." ”

When the Kong couple heard this, they immediately looked at the small footprints on the altar expectantly.

Wang Yu thought to himself that this was not good, if Zhang Qianling successfully summoned Kong Heng's soul back, wouldn't it be him to beat the dragon whip? How else can I save Tsubaki?

Although he knew that Kong Heng was a little sorry for doing this, he still had to interrupt Zhang Qianling's spiritualism.

At this time, the footprints were halfway through, Zhang Qianling closed his eyes, kept repeating the call in his mouth, and kept shaking the bell in his hand.

His eyelids were throbbing, and beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead.

Wang Yu glanced left and right, and quietly retreated to the wall while everyone in the room was not paying attention to him.

He sacrificed a five-ghost mountain-moving talisman and ordered to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth who knelt down in front of him: "A few of you, go and tear down his platform for me!" ”

Kong Wanxiao grabbed his wife's hand and looked nervously at the series of footprints on the altar.

They were in a hurry and wanted to go up on their own.

Because Zhang Qianling is too slow.

Compared to the beginning, his voice was much lower, and his speech speed became very slow, and even the bell shook weakly.

I don't know if it's because of the excessive consumption of Dao power, or if there is something else.

But at this moment, the altar suddenly roared, and it collapsed without warning!

All kinds of magic weapons fell to the ground in an instant.

Zhang Qianling himself was also attacked because of the sudden interruption of the spell, and his body fell back unsteadily, sitting on the ground with his buttocks.

"Master!"

"Zhang Tianshi, are you okay?"

Le Yi and the Kong couple immediately stepped forward to help him up, and at that time, Zhang Qianling was still at a loss.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Wang Yu secretly had fun on the side.

Zhang Qianling got up from the ground, flicked his sleeves, pulled Le Yi and walked out, walking in such a hurry that he didn't even want those guys on the ground.

"Zhang Tianshi, why are you leaving? What about my son? Zhang Tianshi, wait a minute......"

Zhang Qianling ignored the shouts of the couple and strode out without looking back.

Wang Yu was very puzzled, what happened to this guy? Even if he loses someone, he won't leave right away? But it's best to go, and if you go, you'll be left alone, as long as you get Kong Heng's soul back, then the dragon whip will be your own.

At this time, Zhang Qianling, who had already walked out of the Confucian Mansion, breathed a long sigh of relief.

Le Yi asked puzzledly, "Master, why did you leave like this?" ”