Ying'er's body shook slightly, and she leaned closer to Jiang Bo as if she was weak. Jiang Bo saw that she was showing her childish appearance, and she was not disgusted. For this wife who is much younger than himself, he has never been demanding, and he is willing to let her warm himself. The two were relatively speechless, but the atmosphere was very warm. Unexpectedly, at this time, someone outside walked straight in. As soon as his legs stepped in, he shouted loudly: "Steward Wen, something is wrong." Then he hurriedly planted a small guy and rushed in.

The man was still shouting, and suddenly looked up to see Jiang Bo and his wife hugging. At that time, I was dumb, and I didn't know what to say. Ying'er's mother's surname is Wen, so the descendants of the Zhang family generally call her Wen Steward, and after marrying Jiang Bo, there are also familiar people who call her Xiucai Niangzi. She is shrewd and capable, and she is very angry when she is seen as a little woman at this time. Immediately straightened up from Jiang Bo's arms and scolded: "What a blind killer, what kind of body is it to panic! Is the quiet room where Jiang Guanren cultivates also a casual one?"

She was so embarrassed that she picked up a handful of dust on the table beside her and went to smoke the little guy. Jiang Bo chuckled lightly and snatched the dust from his hand. said: "Don't be annoyed, don't worry, listen to him and then fight." ”

The little guy hurriedly bowed to Jiang Bo and said, "The little one really doesn't know that Jiang Guanren is back, you are always strange." It was also because something happened before that I hurriedly came to the clerk to get an idea. Something happened to the old tenant Sang on our Zhuangzi. The daughter-in-law of his second child suddenly hanged herself somehow, and it was the first seven in the middle of the night last night, and she suddenly made a fuss. First, the family flew sand and stones, and then the little daughter-in-law attached to his son and shouted injustice. It's been tossing for a long time. The big guy tied his dick to the door panel and carried him to the front yard of our house, wanting the Xiucai lady to give him an idea. ”

Ying'er's face was full of unhappiness, and she said: "What idea can I have, what is the use of looking for me! Why don't you go to Mr. Yin and Yang?"

The little guy grinned and said, "Isn't this a person who is flustered and demented? Usually it's the talented lady who takes the idea, and this little guy is 。。。。。。 ”

Jiang Bo looked up at the sky, and it should be about less than a moment at this time. It was when the yang energy was still very strong, why did this ghost come out to make trouble. He patted Ying'er on the shoulder and said, "Let's go out and have a look." And he took the lead and walked out.

When I came to the front and entered the courtyard for the first time, I saw no less than 40 people gathered there. In the middle of the crowd was a flat door panel, on which was tied a thin man, crying loudly. Seeing Jiang Bo coming, everyone hurriedly greeted and saluted and made a way. In the past two years, Jiang Bo has been passed on by the descendants of the Zhang family to be very mysterious, and they all say that he has been guided by immortals and is a half-immortal body. So everyone has special respect for Jiang Bo. Jiang Bo parted the crowd and walked closer. I heard the man shouting in a woman's voice, still intermittently hoarse: "Grievances... Unwilling ... Don't want to die" or something like that.

Jiang Bo felt a gossamer-like yin qi surrounding the man. He asked the others to lean back, half-crouched down himself, and tapped him lightly on the chest. The man trembled, stopped shouting, and turned his head to look at Jiang Bo. opened his mouth wide and panted, and then said quickly in a sharp voice: "I'm wronged, I didn't deserve to die, there are ghosts, there are hanged ghosts... I hate it... ”

Because it is said so fast, the average person can't hear it clearly. But Jiang Bo could capture what he meant. After listening for a while, he understood a general idea. The dead little daughter-in-law quarreled with her concubine over trivial matters a few days ago. Originally, she made sense, but his husband, the second boy of Old Man Sang, was a bit confused. When I got home at night, after hearing about it, I slapped my daughter-in-law twice without asking. The little daughter-in-law was wronged, and of course she felt uncomfortable. I locked myself in the wing room and cried secretly, the more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved, and the more I cried, the more aggrieved I became. After that, I vaguely saw a woman in gray clothes, with a cloak that could not be seen clearly. The strange woman said to her, "Poor, so pathetic. No one feels sorry for you, it's better to die, it's good to die, it's good to die. Originally, the little daughter-in-law thought it was a little strange, but then her mind was confused. By the time she woke up, she was already hanging from the girder of the wing. His neck was strangled and he couldn't breathe, and he fainted after kicking his hands and feet. When I realized it again, I found that the whole family was crying, and people kept coming in and out of the house. She floated a foot above the ground, and no one paid any attention to her, and she found the hall in a daze, only to find that there was another one lying on a door panel that had been removed, and a black strangulation mark on her neck. Only then did she realize that she was dead.

Jiang Bo guessed from her intermittent narration that the daughter-in-law of the Sang family should have been caught as a stand-in by the hanged ghost. Now her soul is also ignorant, and her resentment is very heavy, because she has hatred for her husband, and her man's physique is weak, so she directly possesses herself and complains. Jiang Bo has been dealing with dead ghosts a lot in the past two years, and he is relatively familiar. After a little thought, I had a plan in my heart. He took out a talisman and shook it between his fingers, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without wind and turned into a puff of green smoke. The next moment, the second boy of the old Sang family struggled for a while and stopped moving. Covered in mud, the person fell asleep.

Jiang Bo said to Old Man Sang: "Uncle Sang, you take a few young people to your room." Dig three feet down from the place where the person was hanged, and wrap the dug up in a red cloth and bring it over. Then I brought the rope she used to hang herself, and wrapped it in red paper. You carry the second child back too, he should be fine. ”

After he finished the order, the old mulberry head immediately took people home. The others helped to carry the second child of the Sang family back. Not long after, Lao Sangtou came back with a group of people. He trembled in his hand and held a tray with something wrapped in red cloth on it. Jiang Bo took it, put it on the ground, and used a shadow of his own to suppress it. Then he asked the eight characters of his second daughter-in-law, and asked everyone who committed the zodiac to go out. Crack the red cloth to reveal the two things inside. A cowhide rope and a piece of black dirt. Jiang Bo first twisted the rope with two fingers. The old mulberry on the side said: "Mr. Jiang, it's not strange that you say it's not weird, this thing is not our family's thing." I don't have any leather rope in my house, and I don't know where he got this child. ”

Jiang Bo looked at the rope to the sunlight and said, "This rope is a bit old, and I probably have to hang two or three people." They all strangle their necks in one position, and each one has found a stand-in. There was a dark mark on it, which was soaked in oil from the skin of a dead man. The resentment is quite heavy, and the smell is terrible. Hearing him say this, the people around him unconsciously flashed back a few steps.

Jiang Bo said to himself, "If those guys from the Nine Shadows Sect encounter this kind of naturally formed thing, they should be very happy. But I'm not in the habit of serving ghosts, so I'd better destroy this thing. ”

He grabbed the rope with his left hand, and with his right hand at the center of his eyebrows, the tattoo of the Spirit Fire Throwing Knife resurfaced, and a line of fire erupted at the rope. The rope immediately crackled and burned, and twisted slightly like a living snake. The surrounding villagers all exclaimed in unison and took a few steps back. This rope is just a mortal thing, and it can hold the ghost fire, and it will be burned in three strokes and two strokes.

Jiang Bo picked up the piece of soil again, this thing was not stone or wood, it was very hard, and it was slightly cool. This is something that the grievances of the dead have condensed in the earth, and if time goes by, and there are more people in the same place, this thing will become like granite. After special treatment, it can be made into a low-level magic weapon with the upper hanging rope. The magic weapon specially used to defile others is a very vicious method. The Nine Shadows Sect is very good at this kind of thing, but it can only be regarded as a magic weapon that is not on the table. When it really comes to the Jindan level, these things are not easy to use. Because the true fire of the Jindan monk can easily break these things. It is only in the period of opening the pulse and Xuanguang that this is somewhat useful.

The true qi in Jiang Bo's body moved, and he began to refine this thing. In fact, it's not really refining, this thing is not a climate. Jiang Bo only absorbed the turbid qi gathered in it, and he couldn't absorb the heavy resentment. After a while, the cold of the thing gradually dissipated. Jiang Bo sent out another ghostly fire, turning it into flying ashes. Jiang Bo clapped his hands and said to everyone: "It's okay, let's disperse." Uncle Sang, let your second boy grow snacks in the future, don't be so confused. No matter what, you can say it slowly, what's the use of beating, it's troublesome. ”

He dismissed everyone and took Ying'er back to his house. Closing the door, Ying'er asked, "Xianggong, this is the end, it's that easy?"

Jiang Bo smiled: "Naturally. But it's not that simple. In fact, at first, I used a charm to freeze the ghost, and then I used a magic weapon to put away her soul first. But the undead of a hanged ghost like this are not easy to handle. This kind of person who died in vain is very resentful, and it is not easy for him to enter the underworld. And there are also the artifacts that have accumulated after their deaths. It can't be done if I don't cut off the root cause, so I asked Uncle Sang to find those two things, and I will destroy them, breaking the root of her existence, and also dissolving some anger. When I go back, I will send this woman's soul to the City God Temple, and ask the people of the Yamen of the underworld to send her to the underworld to be reincarnated. ”

Ying'er asked again: "The second boy of the Sang family will be fine, right?"

Jiang Bo nodded and said, "There will be no more problems." But he let his daughter-in-law's ghost possess him for so long, which consumed a lot of his yang energy. Besides, his physique is weak, and he will definitely cut some yang life. ”

Ying'er covered her mouth and exclaimed, "How is that good? Xianggong, can you save him?"