The people in the room couldn't help but start talking loudly, venting their shock in each other's hearts, people exorcise evil spirits by mouth, this little boy from the city, actually cast all kinds of incredible spells, it's amazing!

"Don't make a noise!" Ding Xiaocong shouted, now he frowned, and his face was extremely solemn.

The people in the room were all stunned by his miraculous spells, and they all immediately shut down, and some of them were self-aware and even covered their noses and mouths, for fear of accidentally making a sound.

This series of spells has been carried out so far, it can be described as perfect, Ding Xiaocong's pre-expected situation has all been realized as planned, he has solved this problem, and the next is the most critical moment - soul catching!

He grabbed a bucket of rice in his left hand and a pair of small round mirrors in his right hand separately, his eyes staring at the egg whites that slowly flowed down the chopsticks, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

The ghast spirit is full of yin energy, and now these yin qi is flowing into the blood with the egg white, due to the mutual exclusion and attraction of yin and yang, the chopsticks wearing eggs are fixed. And at this time, the ghost was reluctant to leave the egg embryo, and remained in the egg, and now what Ding Xiaocong has to do is to catch this ghost immediately when the egg white is finished.

Since this thing can do evil once, it can do it a second or third time, and once it is released, it will pounce on people on the spot if it is not good, and the effort will be in vain. After this series of spells just now, Ding Xiaocong's body was not tired, but his heart was so tired that he didn't have the energy to do it again.

Soon, the egg whites were about to run out, and the erected chopsticks began to be a little unstable and crumbling.

Ding Xiaocong, who had been waiting intently, immediately put up his left hand, grabbed the rice bucket and poured rice into the blood water, filled it in an instant, and buried the chopsticks steadily.

The five grains absorb the essence of the sun, the yang energy is extremely heavy, and the yin soul is very afraid of this thing, and the yin soul originally planned to drill into the blood along the chopsticks, but was rushed by the heavy yang energy, and quickly drilled back. At this time, Ding Xiaocong pinched the two small round mirrors separately with his right hand, and the mirrors stretched out to the side of the chopsticks relative to each other, and slowly brushed them up from the bottom up.

The mirror is an ordinary small glass round mirror, two yuan a piece, 10 cm in diameter, the kind that girls can put in a pencil case, this is the container that Ding Xiaocong used to hold the soul (or ghost hunting).

When it comes to ghost hunting, most people will immediately think of formations, talismans, etc., but in fact, those should be called sleepy, not catching. If you want to catch a soul, the mirror is the simplest tool, and it doesn't require any tricks and spells, everyone can use it, provided that you need two.

The soul is the mind, so it doesn't matter how big or small it is, and it doesn't need real space, you just give it unlimited imagination space, and it has an infinite area to move around. The space reflected by the mirror is nothingness to people, but it is real to the thinking body, the two mirrors are opposite each other, reflecting back and forth, which is equivalent to having an infinite space, and the soul can not feel trapped in it, but it will never be able to finish this road.

In the future, if you see something in the mirror that you shouldn't see, don't be afraid, if you happen to have a mirror at hand, stick the mirror facing the mirror, and then glue it with tape, congratulations, you have also caught the soul.

Ding Xiaocong held his breath, stared at the mirror, and moved up along the chopsticks all the way, and suddenly, he saw a face in the mirror flashing away.

Finally caught it, once you enter the dead loop between the mirrors, theoretically speaking, the soul will never be able to escape.

Ding Xiaocong quickly pulled out the empty eggshell with his left hand, pinched the mirror with his right hand and slammed the chopsticks, his middle finger retracted, and there was a "pop" sound, and the two small round mirrors were firmly attached together. Next, he threw the eggshell with his hand, grabbed the rubber band and stuck it on the mirror, folded it in half, and wrapped it into a "ten" hoop, and the two mirrors were firmly tied together.

After doing this step, Ding Xiaocong leaned back as if he had been cramped, and fell on the bed "whirring" and panting. The scene just now was actually only a few minutes, but Ding Xiaocong felt that it seemed to be as long as a century, but he was tired.

Sister Xiaolan swam over, rubbed her head against his cheek, and then got back into the bag.

"Little ...... Little master, how's it going? There were weak words beside him, Ding Xiaocong turned his head weakly, and it was Ruxiang Niang who spoke.

Ding Xiaocong has never been so tired in his life, he has become a dead dog, and the big things have been done, but there is still some finishing work that needs to be continued. He struggled to turn around again, patted the unconscious Rue Xiang on the head, and shouted weakly: "Hey, it's okay, your mother called you to eat." ”

These few slaps are actually exquisite, called "soul shock", which means directly shaking people's souls, and being slapped by Ding Xiaocong like this, Rue Xiang really woke up leisurely.

The little girl slowly opened her eyes, looked at Ding Xiaocong, and after being stunned for a moment, she screamed in fright, shrank into the bed desperately, and shouted in a dumb voice: "Who are you?" How in my bed! ”

During this period of being possessed, she had no memory, which was equivalent to a sleep, a little girl, when she woke up and saw a strange man lying next to her, it was strange if she was not afraid.

Ding Xiaocong didn't have time to explain to her, and he didn't have the strength, so he turned his head and glanced at her mother, "You come." ”

Yun Xiangniang hurriedly went around to the bed and hugged her daughter, and explained in a low voice, the little girl couldn't believe it, but looking at a room of people, she couldn't help but believe it, she really hit the evil ......

The people in the room saw that the spell seemed to be really over, and began to whisper again, at this time they looked at Ding Xiaocong's eyes, they were already full of awe, what they saw tonight was incredible, enough for them to blow for half a lifetime.

"This is ......" Honghua Daxian walked over, pointed to the mirror tied up face to face, and after a while, he suddenly woke up, gave Ding Xiaocong a thumbs up, and praised sincerely: "Wonderful, little master!" Why didn't I think of it, old man...... Convincing. ”

For Ding Xiaocong, Honghua Daxian has slowly turned into doubts from the initial contempt, and now he admires the five-body casting. He has traveled to many places, and he has seen a lot of masters, Ding Xiaocong's mana is not strong, but he has never heard of the means he can use, and it is so wonderful that he is really unconvinced.

"That's what Sensei said." Ding Xiaocong gasped at this time and struggled to sit up, he remembered that there was still one thing he hadn't done.

The bowl was filled with rice, soaked red with blood, and the chopsticks were still standing on it.

The yin qi flowing out of the soul is now buried by rice, and it is being consumed little by little, and the two sides are still seesawing. These yin qi must be dealt with well, otherwise if you are sucked in, you will get sick.

Ding Xiaocong grabbed the chopsticks with his right hand and held the bowl with his left hand, and suddenly fell one by one, turning into chopsticks against the bowl, and the magic was that the rice in the bowl seemed to be sticky, and none of them fell down. Letting go of his left hand, Ding Xiaocong grabbed the chopsticks, as if holding a big mushroom, looked left and right and shouted: "Whoever inserts this thing into the gate, give it a day of sun tomorrow, and when the rice is gone, it will be completely fine." ”