Ximen Jing pulled out half of the knife and inserted it back in, and suddenly realized in his heart that this Nima was sick!

After beating himself, the old man knelt down in front of Ximen Jing with a puff, and wept bitterly: "You spare me! I don't dare to scream anymore, not only I don't, but I will also persuade those people to practice their voices and go to the land where no one is around, this noise disturbs the people and lacks morality!" The old woman and the middle-aged woman followed together to plead.

An afternoon of immersing myself in the joy of absorbing the aura, I have forgotten about this unpleasant event. Only then did Ximen Jing remember that the dead soul in the morning did not break his promise, and it seemed that the old man who tossed was not light. At this moment, using spiritual power, the red light in the old man's body was covered with a miserable white shadow.

At this time, an old man knelt in front of him, which really made him unbearable, since he admitted his mistake, he hurriedly helped the old man up, comforted him with kind words, and secretly let the dead soul disperse from the old man's body.

It took a lot of talk before they left worriedly. Ximen Jing hurriedly shouted: "This thing on the ground, take your things!"

The old man turned around and waved his hand again and again, and said, "The thing is for you to apologize......

Ximen Jing picked up his things and wanted to catch up, but the servants had already gone downstairs. I had no choice but to carry these living creatures into the house and throw them on the balcony, and the chickens and ducks were not lively for a while.

The leg of mutton can't be put outside, Ximen Jing put it in the refrigerator, but he didn't expect to find a small bag from the plastic bag, which contained five thousand yuan, which should also be an apology. Ximen Jing thought that things don't matter, money must not be wanted, although what he lacks most now is money, but this kind of money cannot be taken and the next time he meets the old man, he must return it to him, I only hope that in the future, this old man can change his evil and return to the right, and practice in a civilized morning.

At this moment, the dead soul floated over and said coldly: "You and I have ended our fate, although we don't owe each other, but I still want to thank you, if I hadn't met you, the old woman would have lost the rest of her life!"

Thinking of what happened to the dead soul, Ximen Qing also sighed for a while, and said: "You can go with confidence, I will try my best to take care of the old lady when I am free in the future!"

The dead soul smiled and said, "I'll go see the old woman one last time, and I'll say goodbye tomorrow!"

At this time, Ximen Jing felt that there was a trace of milky white aura in his body, which was different from the aura and seemed to be more mysterious. What he didn't know was that this breath was called good fortune, also known as wishing power.

Wishing power is rarer than aura, it can not be found, only by sincerely doing good, and getting the blessing of others, can you get one or two. According to the records of the spiritual priests, those who have a deep desire can obtain the power of heaven and earth, and they can be filled and transformed into real time, and the body can be sanctified.

After eating some dinner casually, Ximen Jing sat cross-legged and nourished his whole body with the spiritual temperature absorbed in Xuanfu during the day. This is a daily homework that must be done, and you can't slack off for a while. The cultivation of spiritual warriors is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. In terms of cultivation, Ximen Jing was very arrogant and set a goal for himself, and he would be enlightened within three months.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from upstairs, as if a heavy object had fallen on the floor. The Ximen official, who was guiding the aura without distractions, was shocked, and there was a sharp pain like a needle in his heart, and the aura almost went to the wrong meridian.

Before Ximen Jing could slow down, the movement from the upstairs became louder and louder, first the slamming of various things on the floor, and then there was a woman's scolding.

"Little slut, I'll kill you, kill you!"

Hoarse shouting, accompanied by a low sobbing voice, Ximen Jing's hearing is not what it used to be, and he listened carefully, this sobbing girl should not be very old.

Ximen Jing scolded: "The wolf howls in the morning, the chickens fly and the dogs jump at night, this shabby place is completely unlivable, and I must move tomorrow!"

The noise upstairs is getting louder and louder, it seems that tonight is not good, I don't know what time they are going to make trouble, Ximen Jing decided to clean up, go to a nearby business hotel to get together for a night, and ignore it.

"You forced me, I can't beat you today, you're my mother!" The woman's voice was almost out of shape, sounding like a ghost crying.

There was a muffled pop, and another heavy object fell to the ground, accompanied by a child's scream. Ximen Jing even felt as if he smelled blood, and secretly thought, this is too ruthless, whose parents and children have such a big enmity! This is the rhythm of wanting to be beaten to death, do you want to call the police?

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the upstairs was already the top floor, and it was not the girl he met on the stairs who was crying? Ximen Jing put on his coat and ran out of the door, while calling the police as fast as he could.

The power has not been restored, and the hallway is pitch black. Ximen Jing took his mobile phone to illuminate it, ran up to the top floor, and listened to the scolding becoming clearer and clearer, but the child's sobbing was gone, thinking that it should not be broken.

The official of the West Gate knocked on the door, and after waiting for a while, there was no response inside, and even the shouting and scolding just now quietly disappeared. The cold wind blew from the window, and the sound of the rustling was chilling.

Trouble is a natural phenomenon that cannot be explained clearly, the most common is that in the middle of the night there is an empty house as if someone is arguing and fighting, and people go to look at it, but there is nothing. There are also three watches in the middle of the night, I heard the sound of rolling balls on the floor, and some bungalows are spewing fire out of the chimney, and all kinds of situations can be summarized as trouble.

When encountering this kind of thing, it is easy to solve, generally holding a kitchen knife, finding a place to slash hard, and then scolding for a while, and the murder is solved.

Ximen Jing knocked on the door of the neighbor on the opposite side again, but there was no response. At this time, his heart began to hairy, there was no one in the two families, where was the girl he met in the corridor when he went home?

In the midst of his doubts, footsteps sounded on the stairs. Ximen Jing's heart hung when he heard this, thinking that although he was a spirit whisperer who was not afraid of evil, he had just started, and if something extremely vicious appeared, he would really not be an opponent if he didn't get it right.

"Did you call the police?" As the voice sounded, two police officers with flashlights walked up the stairs.

Ximen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly pointed to the door, and said, "This is this, I heard that her family seems to be beating the child, this will be no movement!"

The policeman turned on the law enforcement recorder on his shoulder, leaned over to the door to listen, began to knock on the door, and waited for a while There was no sound in the door, so he asked Ximen Jing: "Can you show me your ID card if you live below?"

Ximen Jing touched his pocket and found that he didn't have a wallet, so he had to take two police officers downstairs to his house. One of the two officers was left at the door, and the other went downstairs with Ximen Jing.

After looking at the ID card, the policeman said, "Can you hear clearly, can't it be a mistake?"

Ximen Jing shrugged his shoulders and said, "My ears are sharp, I have been beating and scolding for at least twenty minutes, and there are still children's cries." ”

"Well, don't go out if you're fine, I'll go up and have a look!" said the policeman and left.

It was another unquiet night, with knocks, footsteps, and a mess of noises that continued into the night. Ximen Jing tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep, and he had a strange dream, dreaming that a long-haired girl in a long white dress was carried out on a stretcher, the white dress was stained with blood, and the long black hair hung down to the ground.