"Easy!"

Lao Dong walked to the cabinet in the corner where the instruments were placed, and took out a glass, a bottle of water, a bell, a copper coin sword, and a palm-sized red lantern.

When he returned, he hung the bell on the door of the morgue, spread a piece of yellow sheet paper on the morgue, placed the glass on the yellow sheet paper, and then opened the water bottle and poured water into the cup.

After pouring the water, he hung the bronze coin sword on the mortuary, right on the corpse's head.

I'm excited to see it, although I've been in the Yin Gate for a while, but this is the first time I've encountered this kind of fighting.

What I experienced before was a straight fight, wide open and closed.

"Alright, put the needle in the cup!"

Do all this, Lao Dong pointed to the water glass.

According to Lao Dong's instructions, I put the sunning needle into the water cup, and the sunning needle sank immediately after entering the water, and on the surface, there was no doorway.

"This pen, you hold it, and you will put the pen in which direction the tip of the needle points for a while!" Lao Dong took out a pen from his arms again and handed it over.

I took the pen, opened the cap, made a stroke in the center of my palm, leaving a crimson mark, leaned to the tip of my nose and sniffed it, and said in surprise: "Fountain pen? Is the ink in it blood? ”

"Spiced chicken comb blood!" Lao Dong said.

"Not only is the ink added, but the bottle of water is yin and yang water, which has been specially processed!" Wang Yiran interjected.

Yin and yang water is actually a mixture of boiling water and cold water, but depending on Wang Yiran's meaning, there should be something else added to this bottle of water.

"Dong Tou, if you make a personal move today, you will definitely be able to catch it!" Wang Yiran slapped his ass again.

Lao Dong glanced at Wang Yiran lightly, without any expression on his face, but snorted without being salty.

Jingle bells!

Just then, the bell on the door rang.

"It's coming!"

Lao Dong's expression froze, he took out a talisman, shook it twice, and the talisman paper burned.

When the talisman paper burned out, Lao Dong threw the talisman ash into the glass, and the sun-drying needle that was originally sunk at the bottom of the cup was stimulated by this, and suddenly stood up and spun in the cup.

Gradually, the tip of the needle was aimed at the left side of the morgue door, I held the pen, and the moment the tip of the needle was pointed to the left, the first stroke was dropped, and at the same time my eyes also looked in the direction where the tip of the needle was pointed, there was a ball of black gas the size of a basketball, and a bleeding face was faintly visible in the black gas.

My heart moved, I have yin and yang eyes, and I can see this black gas, but Lao Dong and Wang Yiran, most of them can't see it, I opened my mouth, I wanted to make a sound, but I held back, and the sun needle had already discovered the black gas.

Sure enough, Lao Dong has already made a move.

"Edict!"

Lao Dong took out another talisman, and after shouting, he threw it towards the black gas, and the rune paper flew in the direction of the black gas like a dart.

The next moment, the talisman and the black gas collided, making a soft bang, and it burned, and the faces in the black gas screamed miserably and dissipated.

"So weak?"

After the face in the black air dissipated, Lao Dong frowned, somewhat surprised.

I noticed that when Wang Yiran heard this, he grimaced at me and pouted, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Jingle bells!

But as soon as the words fell, the bell on the door rang again.

This time, instead of only ringing twice, it has been ringing all the time.

"That's right!"

Lao Dong tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a cruel smile appeared on his stiff face.