The crying in the backyard shook the sky, and the concubine collapsed on the ground with her son in her arms, her tears had flowed clean, and blood gushed out of her eyes, which was terrifying.

Yan Wu was upset when he heard this, and there was a sad sadness of the dead rabbit and fox, he threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and his face was pale. What is this called? I have only been in office for half a year, and I have not offended anyone, and I have no clue about what is happening now.

He looked out the window, and the flowers in the garden that had bloomed not long ago had recently withered, and the plants had withered, and even the blades of grass were completely black, as if they had been poisoned.

"Isn't Daoist Yang here yet?" Yan Wu anxiously called his subordinates to ask.

"I haven't seen Daoist Yang's figure yet." The servant hurried back.

Yan Wu was even more anxious: "Why hasn't he come yet, I sent someone to invite him three days ago." Is there a delay? ”

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill welling up behind him. The face of the subordinate who was still answering his words just now turned pale, and after a few seconds, the blood turned extremely black again. Yan Wu was suddenly frightened and took a few steps back.

The subordinate person's body seemed to be squeezed into some kind of pitch-black gas, which swelled like a balloon, and soon turned into an oval ball. Yan Wu only felt that the cold hairs stood up, his scalp was numb, and he wanted to escape, but the only exit from the study was behind the mutated person. At this time, the round body of the subordinate had firmly blocked the door, and only heard the sound of 'pop', and the whole subordinate exploded, leaving only a blood-red skeleton.

The skeleton did not fall, but stood upright, glaring at him hatefully with its eyeless eyes. Yan Wu kept backing down, his back against the wall. The blood that exploded stained his face, he didn't care about wiping it, there was only one thought in his heart, my life was over!

At the same time, Dongchuan Jiedu made a middle-aged Taoist priest walk far away outside the mansion, his long sword eyebrows and eyes, a long beard on his chin, and his small figure had a temperament that made people look up. He was carrying a huge dark yellow gourd on his back, his Taoist robe swaying in the wind, and the unsheathed Bagua Sword on his waist was faintly cold. When the Taoist priest's eyes turned, Haoran righteousness came out of his shell, which was very pressing.

"Daoist Yang is here!" The people at the gate screamed with joy at the same time.

"Where's your master?" The Taoist priest surnamed Yang glanced at the subordinate lightly, neither humble nor arrogant. As soon as I returned to Chengdu, I saw that there was a place in the city that was ghostly, but I didn't expect it to be at my old friend's house. Looking at the boundless, dense and terrifyingly cold aura, he couldn't help frowning, I'm afraid this matter is a little tricky.

"The master has been waiting in the study for a long time......"

Before the people could finish speaking, the Taoist priest surnamed Yang suddenly changed his face and shouted: "It's not good, your master's life is in danger!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he had already rushed out in a few arrows, casting a spell that shrank into a foot, and Sumeru flew into the study.

Yan Wu in the room had already closed his eyes, his face full of despair. The sharp knuckles of the blood-red skeleton were only 0.03 centimeters away from his throat. Saying that it was too late, the Taoist priest surnamed Yang quickly pulled out the Bagua Sword, and made a 'tsk' sound in his mouth, which resounded throughout the mansion like thunder.

As soon as the Bagua Sword was drawn, the overwhelming cold air immediately appeared in all directions, and the skeleton's movements suddenly slowed down. The Taoist priest kicked the skeleton's waist, and with a wave of the sword in his right hand, the blood-red skeleton immediately trembled like fire, and within a few seconds, it turned into flying ashes and scattered on the floor of the study.

Yan Wu's whole body was trembling, he opened his eyes, only to see Daoist Yang looking at him, still afraid, he looked around numbly with wooden eyes, and couldn't help but tremble again. I saw that a thick layer of ice had formed in the study at some point, and the blood-red skeleton that wanted his life was nowhere to be found.

Yes, I am saved!

Yan Wu only had this thought left in his heart, he often breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Brother Yang came at the right time, even if it is a second late, my brother and I will be in a different place." ”

The Taoist priest surnamed Yang returned the salute and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, just by virtue of your friendship with me, I will also put down the big things to save you." Don't be happy yet, I see that your huge mansion is probably cursed! ”

"Who will curse me?" Yan Wu shrunk his neck.

"Think about it?" Daoist Yang said indifferently: "To be able to make such a vicious curse, the enmity he has with you is definitely not ordinary." Even if it's not a sea of blood, it's not far away. ”

"I can't think of it, I haven't had a blood feud with anyone." Yan Wu thought about it for a long time, but still had no clue.

Daoist Yang looked around again, pinched his fingers, and frowned again: "With such a big evil spirit, I can't see that in seven days, your Yan family will die from childhood to adulthood." ”

Yan Wu was shocked: "Then we'll move out immediately." ”

"It's useless to move away, the evil spirit has already entered the eyebrows of everyone in the house." Daoist Yang suddenly asked, "Brother Yan, when did people in your family start to die suddenly?" ”

"Seven days ago. First the mother who had been sick in bed for a long time, then the weak concubines and children, and even the next people began to die mysteriously one after another. Everyone died as if they had been poisoned, and they looked horrible. Yan Wu sighed sadly: "Seventeen people have died." ”

"Seven days up, seven days down." Daoist Yang's face suddenly changed: "Your family's curse is very troublesome, if I am not mistaken, it should be the son and mother of the yin." Where such a curse falls, the weak are first affected, and after accumulating yin qi, it affects the healthy people. Twenty-seventy-four days later, everyone was dead. This curse is very vicious and difficult to solve. ”

"Brother Yang, save me!" The dignified Dongchuan Festival envoy was frightened, and he knelt on the ground to worship. Daoist Yang immediately stretched out his hand and lifted it in the void, but Yan Wu couldn't bow down.

"Brother Yan is insulting me, my own brother, I can't help him." Daoist Yang's expression was solemn: "Take me around this courtyard, after Brother Yan was promoted, I haven't had time to visit." ”

Although Yan Wu was terribly afraid, he knew very well in his heart that his fairy-like friend had his own intentions, so he immediately called his subordinates, ordered to prepare a table of sumptuous wine and food, and raised his hand: "Brother Yang, please come with me." ”

While walking, he introduced the mansion of the envoy of the Dongchuan Festival: "This mansion is said to have a history of hundreds of years, and it has always been the residence of the high-ranking officials sitting in Chengdu Prefecture to settle their families. The current Emperor Taishang, Emperor Xuanzong, lived here for half a year before moving into a temporary palace a mile away from here. ”

If it weren't for the yin pressure, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and everyone I met was panicked, yellow-faced and thin, and looked like a dying person, in fact, this house was still extremely beautiful.

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