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"Eh, Uncle Feng, you say."

"In the past month, 1,518 women have died of natural causes in Punan City, including 257 women living alone, and I will email you the specific information later."

"Xiao Hanqing said that you don't need to be too specific, as long as the name and date of birth are enough, I'm sorry for you!"

"What do you want all this for?"

"I don't know what medicine Xiao Hanqing sells in the drum, I guess it's a fortune teller or something," the crow giggled.

"Okay, you wait for my news!"

"Rakshasa Girl, Rakshasa Girl, you come out for me," Zhang Hanqing rushed into the villa building alone and violently.

I saw that it was still the shadow sitting in front of the Buddha, muttering to herself, reciting the Dharma, completely ignoring Zhang Hanqing's clamour.

"Rakshasa girl, three days have come, what did you let the crow eggs do, tell me honestly." Zhang Hanqing didn't bring any magic weapons, standing in the hall like a savage girl shouting to herself, it's no wonder that the crow has not returned for three days since the crow sent a mission for the Rakshasa girl, Zhang Hanqing can't get in touch, and most of the time he blames himself in his heart, after all, he promised the Rakshasa Girl before, if the other party cheats, the crow should be more than auspicious at this time.

The Rakshasa still didn't respond, and suddenly, the hall was quiet, only the sound of a wooden fish, Zhang Hanqing was like an ant on a hot pot circling around the candlestick, and suddenly, he stopped and shouted in a louder decibel, "Little ghost, you come out, I know you are hidden here, come out." "From the outside, the villa is three-storey, but in fact there are only two floors inside, the first floor has high structural beams, a lot of space, Zhang Hanqing's voice echoed in the house for a long time, giving people the illusion that someone on the second floor is constantly shaking the floor.

"If you don't come out again, I'll kill your mother with a sword," Zhang Hanqing wanted to threaten the little ghost to appear, she knew that the little ghost loved his mother and would definitely come out, although he had to deal with two, but he had to force them to release the crows anyway, so he recited the spell, "Seven Star Linglong Sword, see!" She pointed the tip of her sword at the heart of Rakshasa Woman's back, preparing for the cloud sword to stab.

The sound of knocking on the floor became louder and louder, and the only old-style glass window in the room also vibrated with it, Zhang Hanqing knew that the little ghost had slowly released his spiritual power and issued an angry warning.

"Good! Very good! Zhang Hanqing felt that her sword was shaking, and she made a lunge to defend against the enemy, cautiously listening to the direction of the percussion sound, while the Rakshasa still sat there silently, ignoring it.

Zhang Hanqing deliberately rushed towards the Rakshasa Woman, and suddenly everything in the room shook, the candlelight flickered, and a cloud of dark purple qi diffused, flickering from one of the flesh and blood eyes. Zhang Hanqing felt a powerful spiritual power that he had never experienced gradually approaching, this was not a simple ghost, what was this, "The puppet of the Yin and Yang family?" The figure in the air mass swayed and walked towards Zhang Hanqing, and the little ghost lowered his head.

"Whoever hurts his mother, die, die!" The little ghost raised his head, blood-red eyes, and hideous face, and walked little by little.

"It can only be like this," Zhang Hanqing grasped the blade of the sword with his left hand, and soon the bright blood flowed out, dyeing the entire sword body red along the lines of the sword, "Linglong Sword Spirit, I, Zhang Hanqing, have made a contract with you at this moment, sacrifice the sword with blood, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead." Suddenly, a red light, the Seven Star Linglong Sword absorbed the blood of its master, and changed from the original iron cyan color to the color of red. Zhang Hanqing is gambling on his life, if the other party is just a soul, no matter how he refines it, he will definitely be scattered under the slash of this person's sword, but if it has an entity, then it may be resisted by power.

"Hey!" Zhang Hanqing held the sword luck with both hands, slashed, and the powerful sword qi split the chaotic air, hitting the upper body of the little ghost, cracking, and the little ghost was about to be split in half.

The Ling Long Sword appeared so powerful, but Zhang Hanqing was not the slightest bit happy, "Sure enough, it is the puppet soul dementoring technique of the Yin and Yang family, and this sword does not defeat it." ”

Zhang Hanqing wanted to take this opportunity to slip away, but he was suddenly choked by his hands in the mist, Zhang Hanqing was about to suffocate, and his eyes widened. The upper and lower bodies of the little ghost in the air mass began to heal, and it stretched out its hands to lift Zhang Hanqing's whole person up, "Whoever hurts his mother, die!" Zhang Hanqing tilted his head, pulled the ghost hands tightly with both hands, and tried to recite the incantation in his mouth, "Lin", "Bing" and "Fight", but his throat was pinched and he couldn't make a sound, is he going to die at the hands of this little ghost today? She looked at the Rakshasa woman in front of the Buddha platform, still meditating and reciting the scriptures, as if nothing had happened. Dad, daughters are useless; Raven Egg, Master is here to accompany you! Zhang Hanqing seemed to shed tears and gradually lost consciousness.

"Aunt Fangling, I'm back!" The crow ran all the way and rushed into the door, but there was a blur in front of him, only two figures faintly, "Xiao Hanqing?" ”

"Little brother, quick, throw things out." The Rakshasa Woman, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, finally couldn't hold her breath anymore and teleported up and shouted.

The crow did so, threw the puppet in his hand into the sky, and immediately ran to Zhang Hanqing's side, "Xiao Hanqing!" ”

"Hum Ma Mi Mi Bang," the six-character mantra was revealed.

The imp's gaze suddenly looked at the puppet in the air, which floated under the ceiling, but glowed with a warm yellow light, "Mom," the imp shouted at the puppet, "Mom." The little ghost jumped up, and a big black hole suddenly appeared on the white ceiling, and a pair of withered yellow hands appeared in it, which hugged the little ghost who flew up, and then pulled it into the hole, "Mom," the ghost fog diffused in the air immediately dissipated, everything returned to calm, and Zhang Hanqing fell into the crow's arms unconscious.

Zhang Hanqing was sleepy-eyed, and slowly opened his eyes, but saw the crow staring at her with wide eyes, "Dead crow, what are you looking at?" ”

"Xiao Hanqing, you look pretty beautiful when you sleep quietly." The raven smirked.

"Fuck off, it's beautiful when I'm not sleeping," Zhang Hanqing smiled playfully, "Where is this?" What about the Rakshasa Enchantress? ”

"Aunt Fangling's villa!"

"Let me get up, and I won't sleep in her bed even if I die." Zhang Hanqing forcibly wanted to get out of bed, but was stopped by a crow.

"Xiao Hanqing, you really misunderstood Aunt Fangling, if it weren't for her this time, you would have died a long time ago!"

"Tell me, what did you do hiding from me?"

"Fang Ling asked me to find a dead woman, and she described a woman who lived alone and died in the past month, and the cause of death was bizarre. I went to Officer Feng for help, and he found hundreds of them for me, and I was also perseverant enough, and I checked one by one, and finally found one for me. ”

Zhang Hanqing didn't seem to be listening, she bit her lip thoughtfully.

"I heard about the lonely old woman who suddenly died at the age of 46 in Heqing County, she was divorced at an early age, and lost her son, and her son was only six years old when he died. So I wrote her name and date of birth on the puppet that Aunt Fang Ling gave me, and hurried back. ”

"Sure enough, it is the puppet soul dementoring technique of the Yin and Yang family, the woman estimated that she used this forbidden technique, raised her dead son with blood all day long, and used the secret technique to force the soul to remain in the corpse, so as to generate such a strange spirit that is neither human nor ghost, and the life span of the person who uses the technique is greatly reduced because of the rebellion."

"Aunt Fang Ling is really smart!"

"This time, it was you who found the person who was sacrificed, and replaced the dead woman with a puppet, so that you were able to purify your soul, if you are not looking for her, then I will die today!" Zhang Hanqing sat up with his body propped up.

"No, Aunt Fang Ling won't let you die."

Zhang Hanqing smiled bitterly, she owed the Rakshasa a favor, "Rakshasa Girl, I will definitely repay today's love in the future, but one yard is one yard, we are still enemies." Zhang Hanqing shouted around, regardless of whether the Rakshasa was here or not, "Crow, help me up, let's go!" ”

The crow knew that Zhang Hanqing didn't want to stay here, so he stopped stopping her, and carried her downstairs, and there was no Rakshasa girl downstairs, maybe she didn't want to stay with Zhang Hanqing, so as not to be embarrassed. After bowing to the big Buddha in the hall, the two left in a hurry.