At night, the capital of the Dragon Kingdom is lit up with neon lights, and the feng shui alleys are two different worlds compared to the popular shopping malls.

At night, a student stands alone on the side of the road with a school bag.

Passers-by will also subconsciously glance at it, after all, the student will come out on his own if he is fine.

Lin Chen looked up at the couple passing by. This man is handsome and chic, and the woman is also very beautiful, he is more than 1.8 meters tall, but his dark bags under his eyes are a bit severe.

This woman is a fashionable girl, with a small bag, high heels, tall and thin, a pair of white legs, and a short skirt that covers the hips and is beautiful.

They love so much and hold hands as if the whole world is theirs.

But that's just what the average person sees.

In Lin Chen's eyes, men have not changed, but women have changed.

The withered yellow skin, slightly wrinkled eyes, and short body exude a special fragrance that distorts people's hearts and spleens and confuses people's minds.

But Lin Chen doesn't like to meddle in things.

The woman smiled and walked away with her hands clasped.

"You know what?"

"I don't know. I just thought the kid was cute and delicious. ”

It is a world where people, ghosts, and monsters coexist.

Everything in man eats for the sake of the mouth, but everything in the world becomes the essence of the spirit.

And, from the position of the ring on a man's finger, a husband with a woman comes out to steal it, he will bear the consequences, he will not be able to complain.

It is a green car with the "Shenzhou" sign that says "Rental" on it.

Lin Chen stretched out his hand and stopped in front of him, the window fell down, and the driver stuck out his head and asked, "Have you rented a car?" ”

"Yes, go to Tianhua Street." Lin Chen lowered his head and said.

When the driver listens, the address is correct. Press the button and click, the door is unlocked.

......

In the darkness, a corpse hung in the basement, and occasionally three or four moths, rushed to the corpse and gnawed, died, and became a dense stream that seeped into the corpse.

It's a table with a ghost diagram painted with various ghost statues, Godzilla, and some spells.

The corpse lay on it, dry and hard.

The old man picked up a skull hammer and struck a drum. The drums were dull and lingered in the room for a long time.

One step, two steps, three steps... With the rhythm of the drumming, his pace changed.

Another knock, a sonic impact, like a sharp ghost howl, unpleasant, unusually harsh.

He pointed, and a bottle of black nematode floated, moving, biting each other. Hundreds of black nematodes are converted into nutrients, leaving 11 black nematodes.

They are calling, and the silent voices are dispersing.

He walked over to an urn and put his hand in to stir it, his mouth moving.

The water is spinning, it gradually stops, the water stops, and a number appears.

White walls, posters of male stars, a bed, a huge mirror, this is a woman's bedroom.

It's a bit messy, little underwear, pants are everywhere.

Chen Xue tried to get dressed, stood in front of the mirror and took off her coat. Before she could finish, she was itching again.

It felt very sudden, instantaneous.

She quickly took off her coat, black lines loomed, and her body was suppressed by tattoos, which she could not stand.

"Isn't it coming down? Why, why ......" Chen Xue muttered in disbelief and hurried.

"No, no, no,...... No, it won't. Yes, ask clearly, ask clearly, find him, call him. ”

She picks up her phone and finds a note, little bastard.

When she dialed, she was glad she left his phone number.

The bell is ringing.

"Don't you care if she lives or dies?" You're not afraid I'll kill her. The old man stood in the urn, guessing.

But he knew he couldn't kill her alone. At 12 o'clock in the morning, another opponent was waiting. He didn't have time to break this rune.

"Handsome guy, the phone is ringing." The driver drove and shouted.

In the back seat, Lin Chen opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and answered the phone.

"You play with me, little bastard."

Chen Xue was very angry. She thought she should be safe. But who knew there would be another black line. She was very angry, forgetting that Lin Chen was also the object of her fear.

"Calm down, as I expected, if the black line appears, you have to listen to me, find a pen and a piece of paper." Lin Chen said calmly.

There was no sound on the phone. After venting, Chen Xue was scared for a while. She remembered him as a Feng Shui powerhouse.

After a while, she begged, "Please, help me." ”

Calling, what are they talking about? Make the old man suspicious.

Due to the function of Feng Shui, he can only observe images, but he cannot hear sounds or speak.

He was trying to remove the image, when he saw Chen Xue find the paper and pen and stopped.

"You just write, don't try, he's not here, I'm dead, and you won't be fine." Lin Chen said.

Chen Xue was stunned, listening to Lin Chen's words, as if a feng shui powerhouse could see her, the methods of a feng shui powerhouse, she felt that she was amazing, but if she was asked to write, she was a little afraid to write.

Her hands trembled for a moment at first.

Don't try. He's not here. If I die, you won't feel better.

The old man looked at the ugly handwriting and was furious. He is underrated. He had an impulse to go down the mountain and curse Chen Xue.

He endured.

Small intolerance leads to big plans.

This is not a short period of time until the black line pus is suppressed, re-reduced, or strengthened. It was not far from twelve o'clock. He wasn't in a hurry. He killed the Feng Shui Adept on the other side. He had all the opportunities.

With a wave of his hand, he scattered the image, took out the black nematode, walked to the side of the corpse, took the red nematode to it, and took out the corpse to feed it.

No one spoke. Chen Xue was reading the handwriting. She found that the meaning of the handwriting didn't seem to help her much.

What is my death? Does that mean he's going to die?

She stared angrily.

There was no itching, the black lines disappeared.

Chen Xue was stunned again. She felt that life was simply out of control. Her life is fragile.

"Okay? Or are you dead? Lin Chen asked.

The driver looked at Lin Chen strangely, and when he heard his words, he was very confused.

Today's teenagers, talking strangely, is this still a teenager?

"Well, the black line is back. You don't care about my life or death at all. How do I feel? Chen Xue said angrily.

"You're not dead. Do as I say tonight. Don't overthink it and hang up. Lin Chen said.

He hung up.

Leaving Chen Xue in the room, she thought about it a lot, and then cried.

He never said that Lin Chen's deal with Chen Xue had to ensure that she could survive, after all, he might fail, and how to ensure that others could survive.

The premise is to keep her safe. While he is alive, he will help her solve the problems of the Feng Shui Avatar, nothing more.

He just swapped some of the dangers for Chen Xue's Dragon Kingdom Boy Chain and won the battle. He can help her surrender and fail. He doesn't care about the world at all.

His petty citizen mentality was that after his death, the torrent exploded.

After all, he's just a selfish person.

The car was driving, and the minutes and seconds passed.

It was 11 o'clock when Lin Chen went home, and there was not much time left.

When I opened the door, it was pitch black and there was no one in the villa.

The servants don't live here. It was a long-time servant. She comes in the morning and leaves in the evening.

In addition, temporary workers are sometimes asked to help, after all, the villa is too large for one person to handle.

Turning on the light, walking through the hallway, he walked to the end, a door, opened, entered, opened the underground door, entered.

This is the basement.

Two coffins were erected at the entrance to the staircase, and two corpses lay inside, guarding the ground.

Even if he was grazing, he wouldn't use these two corpses lightly. Two bodies fell to the ground.

Therefore, Lin Chen didn't dare to wake them up, and used his feng shui attainments to wake them up, as if he was looking for death.

The shelves inside are filled with bottles, cans, spiders, cockroaches, snakes, scorpions, centipedes, clams, worms, etc.

In front was a large box, gray and blue robes, with a sword in his hand, sitting empty next to a dragon boy, childlike, with red eyes, small fangs, and a disgusting face.

Grazing looks a bit like Lin Chen, with a nose as big as a foot.

And a lot of things, seven nails, crimson thread, a skull, seven bleeding holes, two sets of fangs up and down, a brass bell with a picture of a ghost biting man carved on it...

In front, he took out three incense sticks and lit them. A rotting smell appeared, inserting them into the censer.

He took the little ghost out of his bag and placed it on the magic box. There is a small vacancy. Yes, the little ghost dropped the book and put it there. Father took it for a long time.

"Dad, you can bless me."

Lin Chen recited a sentence.

He pulled out a vial of glass blood and placed the dagger on the ground.

He walked over to a wooden frame, took out a small brass basin, carved many incantations, formed a formation, and returned to Godhead.

"I have to self-harm every time, and people I don't know still see me as a self-harm addiction."

He stretched out a gray-haired arm, picked up a dagger, and made a knife on his wrist. The wound was deep, and the blood flowed out as if there was no money, dripping on the copper basin.

The coffin on the stairs moved, as if to break free from the restraints and come out bloodthirsty.

Damn, this blood isn't for you to drink, nor is it for your ass. - Lin Chen cursed in his heart.

He wasn't at all worried that the silver-horned copper coffin would tie up the two corpses, which would only excite people for a while, and they wouldn't be able to come out.

Sure enough, after a while, the coffin stopped, and stopped.

Lin Chen's face was a little white, and he was bleeding half a basin, if he was an ordinary person, such a bleeding amount, at least half of his life.

Now the bleeding is getting bigger and bigger each time. If we continue, there will be no blood to play with;

He thought, he wondered, why his father was not a swordsman from Nadora Shu Mountain, and there was no bloodshed.

That's fate.

Lin Chen took out a bottle of medicinal powder and opened the cap. The powder seems to be moving, like some insects, and some not like it. He poured it on the wound, and the wound healed instantly.

Soon, ten seconds later, it was healed.

He took out the plaster, tore off the film, and put it around his waist. A warm current flows from the body to the dantian and mixes with the air.

He poured another drop of virgin blood into the copper basin.

It was eleven twenty-three o'clock.

On the other hand, the old man continued to cast spells. The corpse stood up and began to decompose, without dripping any oil.

The decomposing corpse fell.

He walked up the ghost steps, drumming, confused, muttering to himself.

He knew very well that at twelve o'clock tonight, the other side would come to the door. He will use this opportunity to give you a chance at life and death.

A clot of blood hanging in the air, one after the other, constantly swallowing the yin, preparing for strength.

......

Lin Chen picked up his palm. His drum was full of incantations. He tapped the coffin's sunglasses and read the words in his mouth, and a mysterious and strange voice came from the basement.

Curses are chanting, blood is turning, time is ticking.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute, ten minutes...

Suddenly, blood shot into the eyebrows.

It comes and goes.

The statue of the father is reflected in the golden rays and shoots into the blood of the copper basin. A man appeared, he was moving.

That's the old man.

On the other side of the capital, blood was trembling, and drop by drop.

He reached for it and shot it into the corpse platform. His body seemed to be squeezed by an invisible pressure. Blood splattered from his body and into his intestines, and the body fell to the ground.

Red and purple.

At eleven forty-five a.m., the two sides moved.