At about six o'clock in the afternoon, the master and apprentice finally left here.

The two of them couldn't leave if they didn't want to.

I don't know when it started, and the surrounding area was full of people eating melons and watching the excitement.

Looking at Master Yuan's steps with relish, which were comparable to space dance steps.

Master Yuan's face was pale, and he walked forward at a speed that did not match his age.

Tynyima is a loser!

lived for more than 100 years, and was used as a monkey for the first time.

Knowing that he was going in, Chen Yu was stunned and didn't show up.

Obviously to embarrass yourself!

The middle-aged man who followed behind was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe.

The master is angry, and at this time, no matter what is wrong or right, he will be used as a punching bag by the master.

Over the years, the master has successively accepted more than a dozen apprentices.

The only disciple who is still alive today is himself.

Dozens of minutes later, the master and apprentice duo appeared in a high-end suite in a five-star hotel.

Master Yuan said murderously: "You call Wen Xinghui and say that something is wrong, and let him wait patiently for a few more days." ”

The middle-aged man didn't dare to slack off and came to the corridor with his mobile phone.

dialed Wen Xinghui's phone and made an excuse casually.

After a few moments, the middle-aged man re-entered the room.

Seeing what the master was holding, the middle-aged man gasped.

"Master, you want to take Chen Yu's soul?"

The middle-aged man asked cautiously.

Master Yuan said coldly: "Chen Yu's other skills are not very good, but the formation is quite talented. ”

"The phantom array he arranged can be easily dissolved by the teacher."

"Unexpectedly, this person added other formations to the slide show, which were interlocking, so that the division could be stopped."

"Chen Yu wants to fight with the teacher, and the teacher will naturally not let him down."

Speaking of this, Master Yuan sneered.

"At midnight, you hung this soul bell above the main entrance of Chen Yu's shop."

"And then, so ...... and that"

The middle-aged man nodded frequently, and said with a flattering expression: "Master is resourceful, and compared to you, the three major masters are not even worthy of carrying shoes." ”

"In this way, Chen Yu must be afraid, what Master asks him to do, he will do obediently."

"Humph!"

A smug expression appeared on Master Yuan's face.

After a hundred years in the world, what is the difficulty of holding a Chen Yu.

A milky boy who has not dried up, learned a few three-legged cat skills, and dared to compete with himself with the axe.

I really don't know what to say.

If you want to fight, you can play with him.

Let Chen Yu know that he is powerful first, and then accept him as an apprentice, which will become much easier.

At midnight, a figure appeared like a ghost near the psychiatric treatment room.

At this moment, the streets are silent, and the figures are walking and looking back and around.

Approaching the door of the psychiatric clinic, the figure looked up at the second-floor window.

The room was pitch black, indicating that Chen Yu had fallen asleep.

The middle-aged man sneered secretly.

offended the master, Chen Yu dared to sleep peacefully, and deserved to be unlucky!

Determining that there was no one nearby, the middle-aged man pulled out a soul bell and a disposable sticky hook.

Stand on tiptoe and secure the disposable hook in the middle of the door beam.

He hung the bell on the hook again.

After doing this, the middle-aged man took a few steps back, and said with a smile: "It is a blessing for you to be regarded by the master, and you dare to play tricks in front of the master, why do you say you are doing this." ”

"Tomorrow I lose my soul, and there will be a time for you to cry."

As he spoke, a gust of night wind blew.

Blow the door and the bell rings slightly.

Listening to the sound of the bell, the middle-aged man lost his mind instantly.

"Master's magic weapon is really powerful, and it almost caught the Tao from so far away!"

The middle-aged man shook his head vigorously.

As if there was a flood beast ahead, he quickly left the place.

However, I didn't return to the hotel, but found a nearby food stall that was still open.

At dawn the next day, the door of the psychological treatment room was opened by Chen Yu.

Chen Yu walked out of the store wearing cotton pajamas and slippers.

Closing the door with his hand, Chen Yu yawned as he walked towards the breakfast shop in the distance.

In the dark, a pair of big bright eyes stared at Chen Yu without blinking.

A stunned expression appeared on the face of the owner of the eyes.

The soul bell shook all night, how could Chen Yu be normal?

As Chen Yu returned to the store after breakfast, the middle-aged man's expression changed from stunned to shocked.

The Soul Bell is Master Yuan's unique magic weapon, which is specially used to hook people's souls.

According to his father, it took him eight years to refine this artifact.

No matter what kind of warlock you are, once you encounter the Dementor Bell, your soul will be snatched away.

After that, it became a mess, like the walking dead......

It's a strange situation right now!

The Soul Bell, which specializes in dealing with cultivators, seems to be ineffective against Chen Yu.

Not sure if Chen Yu was tricked, the middle-aged man suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to hide in the dark to observe.

An hour later, Zhou Kexin, carrying a bag and wearing headphones, walked into the store.

Soon, the sound of the two talking came from the store.

……

"The Soul Bell is useless to Chen Yu?!"

In the hotel room, Master Yuan showed the same shocked expression as his apprentice.

The Dementor Bell fails, it's absolutely impossible!

This thing is by no means an ordinary magic weapon, but an extremely powerful evil weapon.

There are hundreds of ghosts and ghosts who died in vain.

Once activated, the Soul Bell emits a bewildering Soul Ringing sound.

Ordinary people will not be affected much.

On the other hand, cultivators will definitely be hit in minutes.

A hundred ghosts howled, and the bell was a soul.

The deepest fear in the heart will make the soul unstable, and then sucked into the soul bell.

Chen Yu is also a cultivator, why did he come out unscathed?

He can do anything that is conducive to cultivating immortals, and anyone who hinders his cultivation of immortals can be killed.

The spiritual weapons in Chen Yu's shop are of great benefit to cultivating immortals.

This set of harmful tricks, Master Yuan doesn't know how many years he has used.

But this time I missed.

"Master, what should I do now?"

The middle-aged man said worriedly.

Master Yuan was silent, his face unpredictable.

"The surname Chen's ability seems to be more powerful than we thought, and even the soul bell can't help him......"

"Nonsense! The dementor bell for the teacher has never missed a moment, so something must have gone wrong. ”

Master Yuan warned middle-aged men not to talk nonsense.

The Soul Bell is a magic weapon made by oneself with all his own efforts, even if it is the three major masters of the Dao Sect, he must be afraid of three points when he sees the Soul Bell.

It was impossible for Chen Yu to dodge the sound of the hundred ghosts in the soul bell.

"You recount last night, up to your return."

"Remember, you can't miss a thing!"

Master Yuan said sharply.

The middle-aged man immediately talked about it, he hung the soul bell in front of Chen Yu's store last night.

After that, I went to the food stall for a bite to eat.

Before dawn, I began to stay outside the mental health clinic, staring closely at the situation inside.

Chen Yu got up in the morning and went out to buy a breakfast, and he was in the same state as a normal person.

Say hello to pedestrians on the street from time to time.

Not long after returning from breakfast, Zhou Kexin arrived at the store.

The two talked and laughed and chatted for a while.

No matter how you look at it, Chen Yu doesn't look like his soul has been lost.

"Poof!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the middle-aged man's face.

(End of chapter)