Wu Heng walked along the street and came downstairs to Li Ruonan's old house.

At this time, Li Ruonan had already taken Duoduo and the real estate agent guy upstairs.

He peered upstairs, an unsettling aura lingering there.

People who pass by here at night will involuntarily feel furious in their hearts and speed up their pace.

Wu Heng observed the process.

On the tree next to them, the two sparrows that were still screaming just now instantly quieted down.

They squatted quietly on the treetops, and Madou's small eyes stared at Wu Heng like a dead thing.

It seems that this old mansion has also noticed that something is wrong with Wu Heng.

A handful of steel balls appeared in Wu Heng's left hand, and with a sharp swing, the steel balls shot towards the tree like air gun bullets, and the two sparrows were instantly hit and fell to the ground.

There was not a single struggle or scream during the whole process, as if it had hit two puppets.

Wu Heng lifted his feet and walked up the stairs.

The broom next to the wall, with a click, fell down without wind, and lay in the middle of the staircase steps.

It seemed to be blocking his way.

Wu Heng stepped on it with an expressionless face, and with a click, the broom handle was trampled into two.

The ambient air temperature seems to start to decrease.

The door to the room on the second floor.

"Duoduo, you play here first, and my mother and uncle will discuss work."

Li Ruonan pressed Duoduo's shoulders with both hands, pushed the six-year-old Duoduo to the corridor, and then turned around and walked into the room with the sales guy.

Duoduo stood in place, watching her mother and uncle enter the room, and the door was even slightly closed.

At this moment, a breeze blew, and there seemed to be a sound in the wind that reached Duoduo's ears.

"If you don't want your mom to get hurt, do as I say!"

Duoduo could feel that this was bad talking, and she looked up slightly, and saw a black and red stain on the ceiling, like a leaky ceiling.

Two arms protruded from the stain, like a woman's arms, pale and cold, proportionally twice as long as a normal arm.

The ten fingers are also very slender, and there is no protrusion at the joints, as if there are no bones.

He pointed to the corridor on the third floor.

The corridor sandwiched between the walls on both sides is narrow and dark, the steps are covered with dust, and there are several corners upward, as if something will pop out of the blind spot at any moment.

Duoduo nodded to the ceiling for her mother's safety, and her little pink shoes stepped up the steps.

Wu Heng had already advanced three corners along the corridor at this time, and he looked at the broken broom in front of him, and his brows furrowed.

Step over again, walk to the corner of the first staircase, and pull out a piece of talisman paper.

It was written in the book that he had excerpted from the Ashi Shina.

Ignite the rune paper and recite the incantation silently.

Then he threw the burning rune paper into a ball and threw it on the ground.

'Please heavenly fire! ’

Wu Heng was already thinking about whether to demolish this building directly.

It seems to be a light ball of paper fire, but it seems to break something.

Wu Heng stepped forward, this time he did not recycle in the broom position, but went up smoothly.

Li Ruonan, who was negotiating the price with the sales guy in the room on the second floor, suddenly felt a pang of discomfort in his abdomen.

She hurried to the wall, bent over and retched.

The feeling of nausea and pain made her tears and snot flow together.

The intestines of the abdomen seemed to be stirred, as if there were countless caterpillars crawling in it.

Li Ruonan understands this feeling very well, this is the big black Buddha Mother who is angry, over the years, every time the Buddha Mother is angry, she will have this kind of pain.

The sales guy looked at Li Ruonan's back bent over and vomiting, and hurriedly stepped forward to help her pat her back.

"Ms. Li, are you okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It can't be food poisoning."

The guy in the suit asked with some concern.

Li Ruonan suddenly took the initiative to talk to him about the sale of the house yesterday, if this business can be successful, his commission will be a lot, this has to sign a contract, and the head of the household must not have a problem.

"What's your name?"

Li Ruonan did not answer the guy's question, but made a cold voice while regurgitating.

"What?" The guy suspected he had misheard.

"What's your name, what's your name.?" Li Ruonan asked continuously as if he was crazy.

"Ji Xiaojun, my name is Ji Xiaojun, Ms. Li, are you okay?"

Sales guy, Ji Xiaojun hurriedly replied.

This answer was like a good medicine, and Li Ruonan's abdominal pain was instantly relieved.

She ignored Ji Xiaojun, pinched the lotus seal with both hands, put the backs of her hands together, and kept chanting:

"Fire Buddha cultivates one, Xinsa**; Fire Buddha Shuichi

It seems that only this spell can give her a sense of security.

Wu Heng came to the second floor at this time, and the door of the room seemed to be locked.

He kicked it down, and the lock cracked open along with the lockbox.

"Ahhhhh

The sales guy, whose eyes and ears were all bleeding, closed his eyes tightly, shouted miserably, stretched out his hands, and rushed towards Wu Heng.

Behave like a zombie.

"Your customers are over there!"

Wu Heng took out the exorcism order and slapped it on the young man's face.

Crackling, accompanied by a sizzling sound, the sales guy was knocked to the ground, unconscious.

He twitched, but still kept his hand.

This guy is also an innocent person who was implicated by Li Ruonan, otherwise he would have his head blown out by him.

Just this action seemed to have completely alarmed the small building, and there was a crackling sound around it, and things fell to the ground and shattered.

"Fire Buddha Shuyi,."

Seeing that Li Ruonan was still there gesturing with his eyes closed, and kept closing his eyes and reciting, Wu Heng was angry.

This is the Stockholm syndrome of the Great Black Buddha.

"Shut up, it's noisy!"

The one-inch-thick exorcism order slammed from the bottom to the top and slapped Li Ruonan's chin.

There was a crack of bone, and a mass of jujube-sized minced flesh and a few teeth flew out of its mouth.

That's a tongue.

While she was reciting a mantra, she accidentally knocked out a piece of her tongue by her own teeth, and it is estimated that she will never be able to recite it again in her life.

Wu Heng took out the rope and tied the two of them up.

Li Ruonan is still useful, he won't kill her so easily.

As for the sales guy, it's just handy, whether he can save it or not, that's it, after all, everyone has their own lives.

By the way, I picked up the sales agency contract on the ground and took a look, and the agent wrote Ji Xiaojun

can be controlled by the big black Buddha mother, this guy must have handed over his real name.

"You dare to use your real name when selling second-hand houses, young man, you are so bold!"

Wu Heng stuffed the contract that Li Ruonan had signed into the young man's arms along the tied rope.

Then he got up and walked out the door.

The moment he walked out of the door, a pair of pale long hands hung down from the ceiling and grabbed Wu Heng.

Wu Heng leaned over slightly to dodge, and the exorcism order was waved into a black shadow by him, making a wind roar, and pulling out his hanging hands.

He walked up the stairs to the balcony above the third floor.

Duoduo was stepping on a small stool and swaying up the railing.

The two little short legs exert their strength, and they are about to jump off the building.

The moment she jumped out, a thick muscular arm grabbed the collar of her back and suspended her in mid-air.

Duoduo also seemed to notice that something was wrong, and when she opened her closed eyes, she found a very fierce bald bearded uncle holding her with one hand.

Wu Heng tilted his head slightly and looked down.

A pair of pale and slender arms, which are spreading out underneath, seem to be waiting to pick up someone.

Wu Heng thought about it, and he couldn't let people down.

A Harley-Davidson motorcycle with talisman paper on it appears and is thrown down by him.

With the blessing of the charm, with a roar, the pale arm was smashed and dissipated.

Wu Heng turned his head to look at the attic where the video was stored.

Thank you for the tip from Changbai Mountain Tianchi yesterday

(End of chapter)