After listening to the conversation between Huang Xiangu and Murong Xuehan, Qin Yan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Could it be that Huang Xiangu is a weasel?

It should be, otherwise Murong Xuehan wouldn't have scolded her weasel! No wonder Huang Xiangu has a sharp-beaked monkey gills.

But how did Huang Xiangu know that we would come? Is it really weird?

"How did you know we were coming? Who gave you the news? Murong Xuehan asked coldly, without a trace of emotion in her tone.

"Your master, and your master's friend, of course!" Huang Xiangu said triumphantly.

Hearing Huang Xiangu's words, Qin Yan couldn't help but scold in his heart.

I'll your grandmother's mouth, how can Lao Tzu be in the same league with you, a weasel, I hate to pump your tendons, pick your skin, and eat your meat.

Forget about the meat! Weasel meat is not tasty!

"Nonsense!" Murong Xuehan didn't believe Huang Xiangu's words at all.

"Believe it or not!" Huang Xiangu sneered.

Immediately after, Huang Xiangu seemed to be fighting with Murong Xuehan, and there were immediately bursts of fighting and the sound of the yin wind whistling in mid-air.

It's just that the top of Qin Yan's head was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Murong Xuehan was fighting while teaching Qin Yan the spell of the Three Souls Returning to the Body.

Qin Yan immediately cast it after learning it, and his soul returned to his physical body.

As soon as his soul returned to his body, Qin Yan felt a sharp pain coming from his ankle, and he stumbled and didn't stand firmly, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

I went, why did it hurt so much, it didn't hurt so much when I was bitten just now!

Qin Yan touched his swollen ankles, looked at the black blood gushing out of the wound, and greeted the eighteenth generation of Huang Xiangu's ancestors in his heart.

Strange, how is it black blood? Is it toxic?

Qin Yan couldn't help but think of some ghost movies, which not only said that zombies have corpse poison, but even ghosts have ghost poison.

I'm not going to die, am I? Qin Yan thought sadly in his heart.

If Lao Tzu dies, I am afraid that there will be one less good person in this world.

Qin Yan is not a good person at all, and he is even a little wilted, but he thinks that he is kind-hearted, has simple feelings, and is a good person with affection and righteousness.

After a while, the fight in mid-air stopped, the black fog around him dissipated, and Qin Yan saw the grass and trees in the courtyard of the villa again.

Behind Qin Yan, whether it was Zhang Di, Tang Xiaomeng, or Wang Fatzi, they all stood in a daze like wooden people.

"Zhang Di?"

"Tang Xiaomeng?"

"Wang Fatty?"

Qin Yan called the names of the three of them one after another, but none of them answered Qin Yan, still standing motionless in place, while looking at the front with dull eyes.

"Master, there is no need to call them, their three souls are locked, and the seven spirits are sealed, and they can't hear what you say at all!" Murong Xuehan floated out of the villa, and her clothes were scratched in several places.

Seeing Murong Hanxue drifting over, Qin Yan was about to stand up.

But as soon as Qin Yan stood up, he felt a pinprick in his ankle, and he almost fell down after shaking it twice.

"Master!" Murong Xuehan hurriedly floated over and grabbed Qin Yan's arm.

Qin Yan turned his head and was about to say thank you, but his eyes suddenly widened, I'm a mother! I can't imagine that Murong Xuehan's little white rabbit is so big, no wonder people say: Little white rabbit, white and white, two meat balls stand up, love is rubbed and love is pinched, and the pink is so cute.

I'll go! I'm a hooligan!

Why can't I help such an upright person?

Qin Yan wanted to close his eyes, but the hormones in his body drove him to take one more look, one more look, and seal this moment into a photo with his eyes, and treasure it in his mind forever.

Murong Xuehan saw Qin Yan's blood-red eyes and flashing with thief light, and immediately lifted the torn clothes upwards to cover the places that should not be exposed.

"Xuehan, it's so big! Why is it so big? Did you grow up eating lard? Qin Yan couldn't help but ask.

However, as soon as this sentence was asked, Qin Yan regretted it.

Am I not a hooligan again?

I can't do this anymore, I'm a person with status now, and I must be forced, otherwise it seems that I'm too casual.

Murong Xuehan didn't answer Qin Yan's words, and said with a smile: "Master! You have been poisoned by ghosts, and you must remove them within an hour, otherwise your life will be lost! ”

Murong Xuehan's words suddenly pulled Qin Yan into reality. He immediately lowered his head and looked at the wound on his ankle.

"Xuehan, do you have a way?" Qin Yan asked with a sad face.

"Hmm!" Murong Xuehan nodded.

Hearing Murong Xuehan's words, Qin Yan's eyes immediately flashed with Dao essence: "That's good!" Hurry up and help me get treated! ”

Murong Xuehan said: "Master, Zhang Di, they were locked by Huang Xiangu, if they don't help them untie them now, they will become vegetative!" ”

"Vegetative?"

"That's right! In fact, many people become vegetative because they are locked in the soul of others! Murong Xuehan nodded.

It was the first time Qin Yan had heard that a vegetative person was caused by this.

However, Qin Yan thought of another question: "By the way, why can some vegetative people recover after more than ten years?" Didn't you just say that vegetative people are locked in their souls? ”

Murong Xuehan smiled: "That's because the caster didn't seal it well when he locked the soul and sealed it, and after a long time, the remnant soul escaped. So even if those vegetative people regain their sanity, they are only a few years old! ”

Qin Yan nodded, he couldn't imagine that things were like this.

It's no wonder that science can't explain the specific situation of vegetative people, only that it is caused by brain death.

If it is really brain dead, then the vegetative person will definitely not wake up for the rest of his life.

Death is death, and how death can be resurrected is simply a fallacy.

"That's it! You wait! I'll help Zhang Di unlock them first! Murong Xuehan said to Qin Yan.

Qin Yan nodded and stepped aside.

Murong Xuehan circled Zhang Di and the two ghosts three times to the left and three times to the right, and there were words in his mouth, not knowing what yin and yang ghost magic he was performing.

After six turns, Murong Xuehan's eyes suddenly widened, and she pointed at Zhang Di and the others respectively.

Zhang Di and the two of them shook for a moment and regained their senses.

"Huh? What's going on? I just thought I couldn't move? It's like dreaming! ”

"Me too! I feel like my whole body is being squeezed together by an invisible force! ”

"We're locked in souls!" After all, Wang Fatzi is a ghost, and he also knows some doorways, so he immediately told the truth of the matter.

"By the way, let's hurry up and save Wang Hao!" After Tang Xiaomeng woke up, he first thought of Wang Hao.

Qin Yan slapped his head and thought in his heart, how could he forget the most important thing.