She probably couldn't have imagined that she would just be doing a horror live broadcast adventure, and she would fall to such a point, which was simply unlucky.

I still held back my restlessness, and I didn't mean to make a move.

The old monk, seeing Zong Qiqi yelling, didn't pay attention to it, just reached out and grabbed the dragon pattern jade pendant hanging around his neck.

I looked at it for a few seconds.

Chi Li sneered.

Syllable.

One moment, ripped it off.

Crumpled to pieces!

At that moment, I could clearly see that an invisible yang qi rippled around me, which was the mana left in the jade pendant, which was directly crushed into powder!

This old monk is ruthless enough!

Generally speaking, regardless of Buddhism or Taoism, only items that have been turned on can be called "Dharma weapons" and have the purpose of protecting the body.

If an external force wants to forcibly destroy this kind of thing, in addition to the original owner, it will have to pay a price.

Mild illness is worse, and severe loss of life.

This old monk crushed it with one hand.

Without some cultivation, you can't do this.

Seeing this, Zong Qiqi's beautiful eyes shrank and struggled violently again, but in the next second, the old monk grabbed her neck.

Then, a thick iron nail was cut out of the sleeve robe.

aimed at the top of her head.

"Oops!"

My body is tense, this is to lower Zong Qiqi's head!

Drag it out any longer, and she'll be done.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I took out my stockings and put them on my head, and immediately rushed out, and before the nails fell, I shouted, "Stop! ”

At that moment, several people in front of the incinerator looked at me.

Especially the old monk, the iron nail in his hand was even stiffer, and he turned his head to stare at me mechanically, and his brows furrowed directly.

A chilling killing intent slowly emerged in his eyes.

"Help!"

"Help me, save me!"

"Brother in stockings, save me!"

Zong Qiqi saw the savior, although he didn't recognize me at all, he still instinctively asked for help.

"I've called the police!"

"If you know each other, run away!"

I snorted coldly and bluntly, but my palms were covered with sweat.

But as I expected, these Southeast Asians didn't understand what I was saying, and just looked at each other.

The old monk snorted and scolded angrily.

Three Southeast Asians, like walking dead, walked slowly towards me.

My expression froze, I haven't recovered from my injuries yet, and I have lost a lot of energy just now, so it is definitely not possible to do a dry fight.

But fortunately, before I came in, I was prepared.

Taking a deep breath and holding back the tiredness of sleepiness, I put my hands on the ground.

"The four rivers are overturned, and the earthquake returns to the earth."

"Reverse!"

The old monk and the Southeast Asian people didn't know why, but in the next second, the air around them became much colder, like a cold wind.

Seismic and water reversal method.

Shun, that is, the boat.

Reversed, that is, the boat is capsized.

Before entering the hospital, I picked up four bowls of water and placed them in the corresponding four corners, cutting off the intersection between the partition and the land.

But disruption isn't enough, I want a reversal.

The magnetic field is forcibly reversed, and there is only one result, that is, yin becomes yang, yang becomes yin, and yin and yang no longer have a boundary.

Of course, with my skills, I can't do it at all.

At most, I can only use Zong Qiqi as an introduction to reverse the magnetic field within a radius of ten meters.

That's enough.

Activating this spell, I instantly saw a dense array of spirits appear in front of me, many of which were tragic deaths.

When I arrived at the door just now, I inadvertently took a look at the feng shui of this place, which is a place of "falling into martyrdom and avoiding famine", which means that there are many people who are lonely, have died of plague, and have died by accidents.

It just so happened that this abandoned hospital was an old hospital in the 90s, and there was no special feng shui planning.

So here, there must be a lot of wandering spirits who have not left safely.

But I didn't expect it to be more than I could have imagined.

If you count them, there are nearly twenty or thirty.

It is common sense that no matter how many wandering spirits there are, there will be a day when they will dissipate.

Only those who had a great grudge before they died, or who were innocently murdered, could not go to the underworld.

Could it be that these are the ......

By the time I reacted again, these spirits had already begun to "exert their work", and the sky was filled with yin qi and strange laughter.

Yin and yang are reversed, and yin things are no longer afraid of the yang, and you can enjoy the fireworks of the yang world at will.

Even......

It can harm people.

I saw that this was not right, so many wandering spirits would inevitably affect me, so I had to immediately bite my finger and draw a yin charm on the door of my head.

This will allow me to avoid being targeted by these spirits for a short time.

But the few Southeast Asians who rushed towards me were not so lucky.

The geists went mad and pounced on them in a flank of their brains, and began to tear at their flesh with all their might.

They couldn't even scream, and their heads and bodies were separated!

"it!!"

When Zong Qiqi saw this scene, he was dumbfounded on the spot, rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Ruthless enough!

When I saw this, my heart couldn't help but tremble.

No wonder my father repeatedly told me that the magic of ghosts and gods must not be used to harm people, otherwise it would be easier than stepping on an ant to death.

Fortunately, these three Southeast Asians who "came back to life" are not living people at all, just "living corpses", and I am not guilty.

The real trouble was the old monk.

His face was very gloomy, and he stared at me with a strong meaning in his eyes.

I know that he probably thinks of me as a fellow believer.

Moreover, it is still that kind of strong opponent.

Seeing that his three "subordinates" were entangled by the spirit, he didn't say a word, his sleeve robe flew, took out a golden copper bell from his body, and put it in front of him.

Then, he raised his fist and hammered it at the brass bell.

Buzz.

An extremely crisp bell rang.

In the middle of the night, it sounds extremely eerie.

Before I could react, trouble happened.

Every time the old monk hammered the copper bell, the surrounding spirits trembled, as if they were suddenly controlled, and stopped moving.

Then, Qi Brush turned his head to look at me.

"What!?"

My pupils shrank, full of disbelief.

I don't know what kind of spell this old monk is casting, but he actually forcibly controlled these geyers and turned to trouble me?

This simply doesn't make sense!

"Wait......"

"It's the brass bell!"

I reacted suddenly and saw what the problem was.

It wasn't him who controlled these spirits, it was Brass Bells.

That thing must have a good background.

"Hehehe......"

The old monk sensed my confusion, and he smiled strangely, with some disdain in his eyes.

Now, how is it good?

My eyes were calm, my mind racing, searching for every solution, but the geists weren't going to make me think.

Boom!

Brass bells ring!

The dense spirit rushed to my face, I couldn't retreat at all, and the yin charm I just drew directly lost its effect!!

My face changed dramatically, and I immediately started running backwards.

But within two seconds, the retreat was sealed.

"You forced me!"

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

I gritted my teeth and decided to let it go.