As we spoke, the female ghost stared at Wen Tingfang stunned for a while, the resentment in her body accumulated to a certain extent, she screamed violently, opened her mouth and bit his throat!

Wen Tingfang didn't seem to have yin and yang eyes, she couldn't see the existence of female ghosts at all, and enjoyed herself by herself.

At the moment when the two sides touched, the ice hexagram hanging on Wen Tingfang's chest suddenly flashed with a white glow!

The light fell, and the female ghost disappeared without a trace.

Wen Tingfang raised her head and carefully sucked away the remaining blood stains on her lips, her pale body was slightly bloody, and the corpse spots on her body were gone.

Murphy was dumbfounded, "What's going on?"

"It's probably some kind of evil skill, I don't know the specifics."

I also looked around and saw that there were two bonsai trees at the entrance of the bedroom, which were strangely shaped, and they could be seen from the branches to be willows.

The willow tree beckons shade, and few people will choose to plant it in the bedroom.

Hanging a mirror across the bed is also something that attracts yin.

The dresser in the center is made of mahogany, with two incense cases on the left and right, and a square copper mirror in the middle, on which people sit like a tablet.

The weirdest thing is the big bed in the middle, one end is thick and the other is thin, and the dust cover directly above it is covered, like a coffin.

Feng Shui patterns like this are generally found in the tombs that accompany the burial.

I can see that the feng shui pattern here is carefully arranged, which shows that Wen Tingfang's evil art needs yin and evil qi.

Strange, what kind of magic is it......

When I was hesitating, Wen Tingfang had already put on a bath towel and slowly got up.

Xiao Wenwen immediately got up, quickly put on her clothes, and said tremblingly, "Boss, if you don't have any other instructions, I'll go back first."

"Let's go."

Wen Tingfang's expression returned to indifference, "Wenwen, go back and remember to serve the gold lord well."

"Even if you come to something, don't spoil people's interest, and use all the work you know, understand?"

"Ming ...... Understood."

Xiao Wenwen turned around and was about to leave, when she was suddenly grabbed by Wen Tingfang's arm and forcibly dragged to the bed, and the whole person was pressed hard.

"Ahh

After a short exclamation, Xiao Wenwen simply gave up resisting.

Murphy shoved me from behind, "Hey, you're not leaving, when do you want to see it?"

I said solemnly, "Something is wrong."

Murphy: "What's wrong?"

I explained, "Wen Tingfang is a dead soul, without a soul and no body, and it is a consciousness that survives by relying on the body in a special state."

"Dead souls are forced to survive in the yang world through corpses, and they are infertile."

"No fertility, what is he doing with Xiao Wenwen?"

Soon, Wen Tingfang, who was excited and excited, stopped moving, and then stood up with a numb expression.

Xiao Wenwen sat up a little embarrassed, "Boss, are you still ...... Do you want to sleep?"

"Get out."

Wen Tingfang said indifferently, Xiao Wenwen tidied up her clothes as if she had been amnestied, she didn't even wear shoes, and ran out.

Wen Tingfang, who was standing alone in the bedroom, suddenly ripped off her pants and stared at the unresponsive underneath, her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Damn, shit!"

He slammed it twice, still with no expression on his face.

Murphy was a little confused, "What is he smoking?"

I thought for a while, and said slowly, "Probably because the corpse doesn't have that ability, and it doesn't even feel pain, but Wen Tingfang's desire to cultivate evil skills is stronger than that of ordinary people."

"This feeling is like a rash on the heart, I can't scratch it if I want to, I can't scratch it when I want to, I can't scratch it all the time, and I scratch my heart with a hundred claws all the time."

Murphy got goosebumps all over his body, "Hey, you're so."

I didn't bother to pay attention to Murphy and got up to look elsewhere in the room.

Murphy shouted at me blankly, "Where are you going?"

I don't look back

said, "Go to another room and investigate Wen Tingfang's identity."

"Of course, you can choose to come with me, or you can stay in this room and watch a dead perverted bird walker."

Murphy hurriedly followed me out the door, making rounds of the living room and other rooms.

Probably because Wen Tingfang has a habit of cleanliness, the living room and room are cleaned by special servants, and some people even make a special trip to clean the cracks of the floor.

The living room is very special, with porcelain, Tang Sancai, and even bronze on the shelves.

Murphy stared at the bronzes on the wall suspiciously, "The bronzes on the TV series are all densely packed with words, these are all bare, are they fake?"

"It's not."

I said flatly, "Bronzes with inscriptions belong to the level of national treasures, and it is unlikely that there will be them here."

"Even if there were, it would probably be treasured in a box."

"The bronzes here are not from the Shangzhou period, but the funerary objects made in the later dynasties."

"The ancient painting hanging on the opposite wall is a flying map, probably from the tantric lamas of the Sui and Tang dynasties."

"Tantric diagrams, the yin qi is too heavy, and it usually exists as a funerary object."

"There is also a gorgeous Tang Sancai next to it, with an inscription engraved below, which proves that it is also a funeral item."

"Wen Tingfang is doing the work of digging graves, it seems that she is already a little old."

Murphy made a pretty face, "Let's go back now, I'll contact the headquarters to arrest people and wipe out Wen Tingfang and the gang!"

"Not bad."

I nodded and said appreciatively, "Remember to prepare more wreaths and paper money or something, so that they can be burned in time when they die."

"And after scaring the snake, it will be difficult for you to find Wen Tingfang."

"What then?"

Murphy was a little annoyed and frustrated, "It's enough for us to deal with a Night Wanderer, and now we meet a guy who is even more powerful than the Night Wanderer, can we only go along with him?"

The power of the spell vanished, and our eyes returned to the hotel room.

"There will be a way to deal with him."

I said in a deep voice, "The cultivation speed of the evil skill is fast and the strength is strong, but there is a fatal flaw, that is, the shortcomings are too obvious and weak."

Murphy frowned, "What do you mean?"

I took out a traditional shaver from the bathroom of the hotel and removed its blade.

"Which one do you think is sharper than this razor or your dagger?"

Murphy didn't even think about it, "The Hidden Snow Treasure Knife is worth tens of millions, of course it's mine."

I took the snow from Murphy's waist and slammed it onto the calendar paper on the wall.

The paper cut through a roll opening, and it looked pretty sharp.

I took out the razor again and slashed hard.

When it was just scratched, the calendar paper did not change, and when the wind blew, it became two.

Murphy's eyes widened, "No! This Tibetan snow of mine is not as good as an ordinary razor!?"

Then, I put the razor on the table and lifted the snow to stab hard!

Click-

Along with the razor, and the marble table tops underneath, there was a hole in it.