When the blood spirit rushed to the top of the blood spirit coffin, there was only a little resentment left on his body, and Lao Dao looked at it as big as a basin.

It's a pity, it's a failure, but this blood spirit is still allowed to run away, as long as this blood spirit enters the blood paste in the blood spirit coffin, no one can do anything with it.

The blood spirit will follow this blood paste into the blood spirit stone, because the blood spirit stone absorbs human blood, so there is also blood paste inside the blood spirit stone, as long as the blood spirit enters it, it will not be a problem to hide until sunset, when the time comes, come out at night, find someone to possess you, and this blood spirit will make a comeback.

Therefore, as long as there is a little blood paste left on the surface of the blood spirit coffin, this blood spirit will still have vitality. Just when Lao Dao sighed that the life of this blood spirit should not be extinguished, he saw that this blood spirit rushed left and right quickly in the sky above the range of the blood spirit coffin, turning around, turning faster and faster, but he never entered the blood spirit coffin, and suddenly the blood spirit was scattered and separated, all of which turned into white smoke and dissipated, and this blood spirit was completely destroyed.

Lao Dao rubbed his eyes violently, unable to believe what he was seeing. This contrast is too great, just now Lao Dao was still thinking about what he would be like after he died, but now it turned out that this blood spirit was completely destroyed.

Lao Dao gritted his teeth and got up, limping to the front of the blood spirit coffin, only to see that the entire coffin was corroded by caustic soda, revealing all the gray-black stones, and even the blood paint painted on the outside of the blood spirit coffin was corroded by the caustic soda splashed out when it was stirred. There was not even a trace of blood in the caustic soda solution in the coffin. Lao Dao couldn't help but admire the work efficiency of the Wang family.

To say that this blood spirit is really unlucky, if it had just been out of the spirit rune circle, instead of chasing the old way, but directly into the blood spirit coffin, at that time, maybe there would be a little blood paste left in this coffin, and it would not have ended up like this. But after all, this blood spirit is not smart enough, he doesn't know how to protect himself first, he is carried away by anger, and he just wants to find revenge on the old way, but he loses his only life.

Lao Dao straightened his waist, stepped on the blood spirit coffin, faced the rising sun, and stood with his hands behind his back. Quite a bit of fairy style, Chen Ziyang looked at the posture of the old way, how can it be a little too high to be cold, to say that it is still this old way, this posture is pretended, and there is a level, and it is time to pretend again, which is completely different from the virtue of the two just now.

Although the Wang family in the distance couldn't see the dissipation of the blood spirit, they looked at the dashing back of Lao Dao in the sun from a distance, and knew that this Dao master should have succeeded, and it was estimated that the blood spirit had been extinguished, so they walked towards Lao Dao in a swarm of bees.

The old man's steel hammer may not even add up to two yuan, but it became the last straw that crushed the camel, and the blood spirit was beaten back into the sun, not only destroying the blood spirit, but also saving two lives, it was really worth it.

Chen Ziyang felt very surprised, why Lao Dao, who has always been picky, generously took out a lot of money today, although this money is a bit scattered, but for Lao Dao, it is rare to take out so much money at one time, usually Lao Dao's money is enough to make up a point and not break.

Why was Lao Dao so frightened before he took out the money, and then he threw the money back, and he actually felt like a big victory, could it be that this blood spirit was stoned to death by Lao Dao with money? I've always heard people say that they can smash you to death with money, but I can't imagine that you can smash ghosts with money.

Or maybe this blood spirit suddenly saw this old Taoist take out so much money and throw it away generously, and he was scared to death? It must be the latter, I guess even these ghosts know the old way of slamming the door. Or is this old way possessed by blood spirits? Or even throw away the money.

When Chen Ziyang was thinking nonsense, Lao Dao asked him to pick up all the steel hammers in the grass. Chen Ziyang relieved his heart at this time, the old way is still the old way that eats for nothing, and he is not possessed by the blood spirit.

Chen Ziyang was struggling to find a steel hammer in the grass, and at the same time scolded the old man for slamming the door. Until the big guys came over, they heard Chen Ziyang say that they wanted to find the steel hammer in the grass, so they all bent down to help find it, and everyone was also strange, when they first came over, they heard the old Taoist say that the blood spirit had been destroyed, how could they still let the child pick up the steel hammer.

The old man who picked the door was also a little embarrassed, so he had to say that this set of steel hammers was a magic weapon that had been opened. In this way, everyone suddenly realized and worked harder to find it. Only Chen Ziyang and his second uncle and aunt looked at each other, and they both saw the reason from each other's eyes......

Lao Daozi carefully looked at the blood spirit coffin a few times inside and out, and after making sure that there was no problem, he asked everyone to bury the coffin again. Instructed everyone to pick up all the spirit runes that fell off on the fourth rune ring that was blown away by the wind, and piled them on the spirit rune ring for Chen Ziyang to set on fire.

It doesn't matter if the rest is picked up or not, the resentment will dissipate after a while in the sun. Everyone took the tools, poured out the remaining half of the water in the tin water tank, packed up their things and rushed back to Wang's house with a smile.

From nearly three o'clock in the morning, everyone set off from Wang's house and then returned to Wang's house at about six o'clock, in just nearly three hours, too many things happened, Chen Ziyang didn't feel anything, just because he was a little embarrassed to accidentally fall down and drop the bottle containing the boy's urine just now, but he found that Lao Dao's eyes were a little different when he looked at him again, not complaining, but having more of a kind of care and appreciation from the elders, and he didn't know why.

When the group rushed back to Wang's house, Wang Jili's father was standing at the door with tears in his eyes, and when he saw them coming back from a distance, the old Wang Tou hurriedly greeted them from afar. Thank you to the old way, and say that the old way is a living Bodhisattva, such as coming down to earth.

This is for the old Taoist to be happy, and the old Taoist heart said that I am a Taoist, okay, how did I move all the Rulai. And the old way is very strange, why didn't he say anything, this old king knew that it was done. After asking, I found out that Wang Jili was well not long after they set off, although his body was a little weak, but he was very conscious, he asked for two bowls of porridge to drink, and after drinking, he fell asleep again.

Lao Dao patted his head after hearing this, and suddenly realized. Lao Dao finally knew where the resentment that almost wiped out their entire army came from, and how to forget the resentment that the blood spirit attached to Wang Jili's body came from.

It is estimated that at that time, when the blood spirit had nothing to do, he summoned back the resentment attached to Wang Jili, and broke the spirit rune circle outside. After a hundred secrets, Lao Dao actually forgot that this blood spirit also has a backhand. Next time, I'll have to calculate it well, phew, bah...... Say what next time, Lao Dao thought to himself, there is no next time.

Eating the old Daozhi for nothing, breaking the blood spirit coffin, won a complete victory, or a narrow victory and a tragic victory. Except for Lao Dao, no one can see the blood spirit, everyone does things according to Lao Dao's arrangement, only Lao Dao knows the danger, and he almost lost his life twice.

So this feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe made Lao Dao decide that he would never have much to do in the future, and eat dumplings with his head saved.