Zhao Muqiong walked leisurely to avoid the blood stains on the ground. frowned slightly, and said with a faint smile: "Tut-tut.. I haven't spoken yet. Section Chief Lin, you're in a hurry....."

Suddenly, a high-pitched shout came from behind him: "You dare to try to get close to my master again!" ”

She turned around and looked back, her face as white as paper, and the smile she had already faced. I saw Liu Zimo standing beside Zhao Yu, with one hand on the oxygen mask, making a gesture to pull it out. Point one hand on the switch of the heart rhythm apparatus and make a gesture to turn it off.

"You.. You.. You.." She gritted her teeth, and her heart was even more anxious to speak. I only thought about killing Lin Qiuzheng first and forgot about this little ghost. Suddenly, her face changed, she regained some calm, and Ying Ying smiled: "Okay, okay, I won't touch your master." As long as you can stop. Everything is easy to say. "Stop and stand still.

As the saying goes: Fight the snake and hit the seven inches, and the thief will capture the king first. Liu Zimo happened to be pressed on top of Zhao Muqiong's seven inches.

He saw the opportunity just now, and took advantage of the chaos to sneak around in front of Zhao Yu. He knew that the only person who could coerce Zhao Muqiong to stop now was her precious son Zhao Yu. Only by controlling his son can he force her to be restrained and thus avoid a vicious fight.

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and pull out the stuff from my master! He raised his voice three points and shouted, and the oxygen mask was lifted slightly by three inches in his hand.

Dididi's rapid and irregular electronic alarm sounded, indicating that Zhao Yu would not be able to deliver oxygen normally. Zhao Yu's expression, which had lost the oxygen supply, suddenly became distorted, and he couldn't help but make a nasal voice.

Zhao Muqiong: "Ah! I exclaimed, and I couldn't suppress the nervousness in my heart anymore. Without saying a word, he hurriedly did as he was told, and stretched out his hand to pull out the purple talisman under Lin Qiuzheng's ribs.

As soon as the purple talisman came out, Lin Qiuzheng only felt a burst of refreshing feeling that penetrated his heart followed. The spirit is even more invigorating. He supported the ground with one hand, stood up on the ground, covered his ribs with the other, and staggered to Liu Zimo's side.

"Master, how are you? Can it still hold up? ”

"It's okay, it's okay. As long as the thing is unplugged, it is not a big problem. Lin Qiuzheng looked sideways at the wound under his ribs, there was not much bleeding, and it was obviously not hurt.

Seeing that he hadn't covered his mask yet, Zhao Muqiong stomped his feet anxiously and shouted, "Little brother! I'll let you go, master. It's better than my son. As long as it doesn't hurt my son, I'll promise you anything. The tone was very anxious and sincere, and the words were full of begging for mercy.

Liu Zimo frowned suspiciously, not daring to believe what she said. turned to look at Lin Qiuzheng beside him, and asked him what to do next.

Lin Qiuzheng has always been above board, he doesn't like to cheat, and he doesn't like to coerce others. He waved his hand and said, "Put on an oxygen mask." We arrested her, not her son. ”

"But... Master.."

"Yes, yes, yes! Listen to your master! We're going to arrest me, and it's not my son's business! It's all done by me Zhao Muqiong!! She was afraid that Liu Zimo would hurt her son, and when she saw that the oxygen mask did not fall for a long time, her heart was in chaos. Between gestures, you can no longer see the calm and composure you had before.

For her, nothing in the world is as good as her son. I'd rather die myself than hurt my son in the slightest.

In desperation, Liu Zimo had to put the oxygen mask back on. The rapid alarm sound of Didi Di Di gradually returned to an even beating sound. Zhao Yu's face immediately stretched.

Zhao Muqiong took a long breath, lowered his head, and said eloquently: "As long as you don't hurt my son." I promise everything. Come on, handcuff me. I'll go with you. Stretching out his hands, palms facing up, he held them flat in front of him, as if he had given up resistance.

Lin Qiuzheng snorted coldly and said, "That's the best." Then he gave Liu Zimo a look.

Liu Zimo said that he couldn't believe how easily she would give up resistance. But now that the master has signaled, he won't think about it. I was uneasy in my heart, and I vaguely felt that there seemed to be some conspiracy in it.

He didn't speak, just nodded in understanding, walked quickly around the table in front of him, took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist, and walked up quickly, intending to make a quick decision.

At the moment when the handcuffs were about to be cuffed, Zhao Muqiong's originally lowered head slowly lifted up.

The two looked at each other, and Liu Zimo "chuckled" in his heart. Zhao Muqiong's eyes were cold and smiled at him, this smile was really weird and indescribable. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and his body trembled.

In a flash of thought, Zhao Muqiong's palms flipped upward, revealing two vertical purple talismans sandwiched between his fingers. I saw her arms retracted and sent, and she slapped forward violently with the purple talisman in her palms.

Because the distance was too close, although Liu Zimo had seen it, his body didn't have time to react, and his shoulders were already slapped twice.

The two paper purple talismans turned into two sharp daggers in Zhao Muqiong's hands, and pierced straight into his shoulders. "Ahh With a bang, Liu Zimo fell backwards and rolled. "Boom!" There was a muffled sound, followed by "Click!" There was a loud and messy noise.

Liu Zimo stumbled backwards on the altar table, even with the table, and the table fell apart. Tributes, incense and candles were scattered all over the place. Zhao Yu even fell on his back, lying on the ground, motionless, only a few catheters and oxygen masks on his face were still connected to the machine.

The altar is broken, which is equivalent to the abandonment of previous achievements. All previous efforts have come to naught. A trace of white smoke gradually rose from Zhao Yu's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and converged into a dark blue flame. This is nothing else, it is the soul that Zhao Muqiong recruited for him before.

The spirit hovered aimlessly in the air, sometimes swooping, sometimes hovering. Sometimes I want to walk through the wall. Thanks to the presence of the spirit flag, the soul could not get out of the wall for a while, and was trapped in the house.

Zhao Muqiong raised his eyes to see her son's soul hovering in the air, and her heart was even more frightened and anxious, like an ant on a hot pot. If the soul is gone, it may never be able to be brought back.

She screamed like crazy, ran to her son's side, and hugged Zhao Yu in her arms. I saw Zhao Muqiong bite through the tips of his ten fingers and smear it with blood on Zhao Mu's white face. Then he put his bleeding index finger into Zhao Yu's mouth. The other hand pinched the mantra and tried to recall the soul back into Zhao Yu's body.

Lin Qiuzheng didn't have time to pay attention to her at this time, and hurriedly ran to Liu Zimo, who was lying on his back. Seeing that his eyes were foggy, he was in a trance, and he seemed to be fainting. I also saw that on his left and right shoulders, two spiritual talismans were inserted, and they were deeply penetrated.

Lin Qiuzheng was pinching the person to prevent him from fainting. While pulling out the purple talisman for him. It took him a while before he gradually came to his senses and regained some consciousness.

Seeing that he had regained his senses, Lin Qiuzheng breathed a sigh of relief. With a "tearing" sound, he tore off a yellow robe to bandage his shoulder to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he was secretly glad that this kid was not penetrated by the spirit talisman, otherwise it would be difficult to be flexibly beaten out of the body.

Zhao Muqiong has no time to take care of the two of them at the moment, and only wants to save her son. As time passed, beads of sweat gradually oozed from her forehead, and her black and shiny hair gradually withered and turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, losing its luster.

All of Zhao Muqiong's essence and blood nutrients dripped into Zhao Yu's mouth through his index finger. In the end, she was like an old man with silver hair.

Lin Qiuzheng saw this scene and was shocked in his heart. This is a kind of spiritualism that uses one's own essence and blood as a medium. Use the blood of your loved ones as a guide to bring your soul back. It's just that this kind of practice is too dangerous, and it is not safe and proper to open an altar and use the spirit banner as a guide.

The method of blood induction is a kind of spiritualism that does not cost anything. The caster not only consumes effort, but also blood. To put it simply, this method is equivalent to self-consumption of yang longevity. If you are not a loved one, no one wants to lose your life.

There are pros and cons to this method, and there are pros and cons. The benefits are immediate, the recovery is extremely fast, and there is no need to wait for a long time to have results. But if it is not used properly, not only can it not summon the soul to return to the body, but it will also attract the ghost to the body and cause fire and self-immolation.

Lin Qiuzheng couldn't help but purse his lips and shook his head, looking hesitant. Presumably she was desperate and desperate. said that he wanted to bring back his son's soul.