In a gloomy cottage.

Liu Ming's eyes flickered, his face gloomy, and he looked at the altar in front of him, where the candle flame was shining brightly and brightly.

The surroundings are quiet and quiet, like death, suffocating.

The night, like a tidal wave, poured into the house.

In the dark, in the darkness, it was as if someone was whispering.

"People who know me say that I am ruthless and do things that are careless of human life...... As everyone knows, if there are not so many vicious people in the world, how can I continue my business? ”

Liu Ming muttered to himself, a hideous and strange smile on his face.

In the case of Qingfeng Group, he has already earned millions from Manager Huang.

Tonight, after a legal event was cleaned up by Lin Daoqing and Wu Haisheng, there were naturally hundreds of thousands of receipts.

This money is much faster than falling from the sky.

Looking at the hour, it was close to midnight, and Liu Ming walked slowly to the altar.

On the altar, there are three ceramic bowls, a bowl of chicken blood, a bowl of human blood, and a bowl of dog blood.

Chicken blood is used to practice, human blood is used to guide ghosts, and dog blood is used to break the law.

Although Liu Ming is confident in his own strength, Lin Daoqing can't help himself at all, but this bowl of dog blood is also just in case.

I saw Liu Ming muttering in his mouth, and the tips of his fingers lightly touched the blood of the chicken, and pressed it on his forehead.

On the altar, the yellowish candlelight reflected on his face, making it more and more gloomy.

"The sky is vast, the earth is vast, and all the ghosts listen to orders!"

Liu Ming shouted, and the momentum of the whole person skyrocketed.

All of a sudden, the crockpots on both sides of the room "jingled" and made strange sounds, as if there were countless little ghosts, jumping excitedly, trying to rush out of the crockpots.

These little ghosts, on weekdays, Liu Ming is fed with his own blood, and he is very familiar.

To put it bluntly, these little ghosts are his cash cow.

This little ghost is much more powerful than the ordinary ghost of the unjust ghost, and he has a heavy anger, once he has the blessing of magic, the power of the ghost fighting technique can be multiplied, and the ordinary magician can't resist it at all.

This is also the reason why Qingfeng Group invited so many masters, but they were all defeated in the hands of Liu Ming.

An evil magician like Liu Ming can't tell fortunes in feng shui, but if he wants to take people's lives, he is extremely powerful.

"Woo ......"

I don't know where it came from, and suddenly a strange demon wind blew in.

In the room, there seemed to be a misty mist, and in a trance, there seemed to be countless ghosts.

"Daddy...... Daddy......"

"Tonight, who do you want us to kill?"

"It's been a long time since I've tasted blood...... Feast on ...... tonight"

The imps were so excited that they were babbling and screaming.

People who practice ghost fighting often feed the little ghosts with their own blood, and over time, these little ghosts call them "dad".

In fact, this is not only the case for those who practice ghost fighting arts, but also for many mages who practice evil arts, and they also have the habit of raising little ghosts.

These imps are usually children under the age of seven.

Some evil magicians will use their leisure time to walk the streets and alleys and choose targets.

Some children, with poor physique, have their own yin body, and are born at a different time from ordinary people, they will be looked at by these evil magicians, who use yin and poisonous spells, or use spells, or Gu, to make children seriously ill and die.

Within forty-nine days of the burial of these dead children, the magicians had to find a way to dig up their bones.

Generally speaking, people have three souls and seven spirits, and after death, only the soul remains, commonly known as "ghosts", which follows the flesh and blood of the human body.

If the black and white impermanence of hell does not hook the soul, then the soul will always follow its own bones.

Sorcerers, dig up their bones and soak them in the blood of the six animals.

These six animals, namely: cows, sheep, chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs, are soaked for 3721 days, and the original pale will fade on the bones, and blood will be attached to them.

At this time, the sorcerer will use his own blood as a guide, sprinkle it on the bones, and seal the bones in a clay pot, so that the child's life and soul can be driven by the sorcerer.

This kind of ghost raising technique is the most common one among the ghost fighting techniques.

The sects are different, and many of the methods of raising ghosts are also different, but in general, they are all the same, in order to control the lives and souls of children and achieve the role of attracting wealth and profit.

The life soul of adults is generally more conscious, more resistant, and not easy to be kept in captivity, so raising ghosts and raising children's ghosts.

These ghosts, one by one with teeth and claws, are hideous and abnormal, surrounding Liu Ming, bouncing and jumping.

Liu Ming stood in the shadows of ghosts, his face became more and more gloomy, his eyes were closed, and he was chanting an inexplicable incantation in his mouth.

At this moment, he is looking for Lin Daoqing's trace.

After all, the fighting method is far away, and under normal circumstances, only if you find the traces of the other party, you can start.

The power of the ghost fighting technique lies in the fact that it can borrow the power of ghosts from all directions, no matter where Lin Daoqing is, as long as there are ghosts there, then ...... They will pass on Lin Daoqing's whereabouts back to Liu Ming to know.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, Liu Ming knew the whereabouts of Lin Daoqing and the others.

"Go, kill them!"

Liu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of killing intent flashed, and he shouted.

As soon as the words fell, he pointed out with blood, and in mid-air, it seemed to outline a map.

The little ghosts around him seemed to sense his killing intent, and they were extremely happy.

"Killing...... Murder ......"

"Hee-hee...... Kill Kill Kill ......"

"All have to die......"

The little ghosts shouted, and the room was full of ghosts, turning into black shadows, "whoosh", disappearing out of thin air, and running straight towards the ground.

The night was dark, and the streets were empty.

It's cold and cold, but it seems to be a little colder.

The altar in front of him was constantly trembling, as if it was shaken by the power of the ghost.

Above the altar, the flame of the candle flame seemed to burn more vigorously, and the dim light of the fire rose in an instant.

Liu Ming's face was distorted, and at this moment, it seemed that the muscles on his face were trembling and twitching, and his pupils were huge, as if he was about to burst out of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the bowl full of chicken blood on the altar, and took a sip of it, "poof", and squirted out.

Blood stained the entire altar red.

Suddenly, the eerie light flickered continuously.

The crockpots around were constantly shaking and ringing, and in the darkness, there was the sound of a baby crying, melodious and terrifying.