After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Yuan said: "The confession must be written, but the matter of the paper piercing people and Xiaoyang cannot be written in it." ”

"Then how do I write it?" asked Master Zhang.

Zhao Yuan shrugged his shoulders and kicked the problem back to Master Zhang: "How to write is your business, I don't care." But one thing I would like to remind you is that it must be written in a reasonable manner. I want to see your confession written. If I'm not satisfied, I'll keep you going. Don't forget, there are needles stuck in you, and every three minutes, they will give you a good itch!"

Hearing the word sour, Master Zhang couldn't help but shudder. If the curse in his heart could kill people, then Zhao Yuan had already died ten or twenty times at the moment.

Master Zhang sighed, accepted the reality, frowned, and bit the pen to ponder how to write.

At this moment, he felt like he was back in his student days, taking an extremely difficult but very important exam, which was simply not too torturous!

After several revisions and rewritings, Master Zhang finally wrote a confession that satisfied Zhao Yuan.

"Okay, so be it. Zhao Yuan threw the confession back to Master Zhang and ordered: "Remember what you wrote on it clearly, and then go to the police station to turn yourself in and confess." Don't think about it, don't even think about running, you definitely can't run away!"

After throwing down these words, Zhao Yuan turned around and was about to leave.

Master Zhang, who was kneeling beside the bed, looked at his back, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

He doesn't want to go to jail, let alone die, he still wants to continue to spend all day drinking and being happy!

But Zhao Yuan drove him to a dead end!

If you want to get rid of the dead end, there is only one way, and that is to kill Zhao Yuan! Now that Zhao Yuan has his back to him, it is a perfect opportunity!

**Overcoming fear, Master Zhang gritted his teeth violently, reached out and took out a gun from under the pillow, aiming it at the back of Zhao Yuan's head!

Before, he hadn't had a chance to pull a gun from under his pillow, and he wasn't sure he would be able to kill a cultivator head-on. But now, with Zhao Yuan's back to him, the situation is different!

In Master Zhang's opinion, even if Zhao Yuan is a cultivator, his body can't be so hard that he is not afraid of bullets, right? It can't be faster than bullets, right? At this moment, he has absolute certainty that he can fight back!

"Boy, you are looking for your own death, you can't blame me!" Master Zhang roared in his heart as he pulled the trigger.

But the gunshots did not ring out as expected.

To be precise, it was Master Zhang's fingers, and he didn't obey the command of his brain to pull the trigger.

Master Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then tried to pull the trigger again, but his hand, as if it had broken control, did not move at all.

Zhao Yuan had already walked to the door of the bedroom, turned around, glanced at Master Zhang with a frightened face, shook his head and sighed: "I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you don't know how to cherish it." ”

Master Zhang immediately understood that the situation of his fingers was definitely Zhao Yuan's ghost.

This is indeed the case, when Zhao Yuan was leaving, he quietly cast a ** talisman on him, but Master Zhang didn't know it, and thought that his sneak attack could succeed.

Master Zhang panicked, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and kept begging for mercy: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let ...... go"

This time, Zhao Yuan didn't forgive him again, and said coldly: "You are indeed wrong, so let's apologize for death by dying!"

When the words fell, Master Zhang was horrified to see that his hand was uncontrollable, and he stuffed the gun into his mouth.

"No...... Not ......"

In despair, Master Zhang wanted to ask for mercy, but found that his tongue was also uncontrollable and could no longer speak fluently.

Zhao Yuan stopped looking at him, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

"Bang!"

The gunshots rang out, and Master Zhang used his own gun, resulting in his own life.

Blood ran down his body, staining the ground red, as well as his confession. His body remained in a kneeling position, and did not fall, as if in this position, he was confessing to those who had been killed by him.

Walking out of the house, Zhao Yuan felt that the temperature around him was suddenly cold, and gusts of wind were coming. He turned on the Qi Observation Technique and was surprised to see that there were several ghosts floating in this courtyard.

These ghosts are very weak, far less than the retorts, so they don't show much of a distinct appearance, only a rough outline.

"Why did so many ghosts suddenly come here?" Zhao Yuan was surprised, and at the same time secretly guarded.

But then, he saw that the ghosts that appeared in this courtyard actually knelt down to him in unison. A gloomy, strange voice, ringing in my ears, was none other than the ghost whisper.

"Thank you for avenging our blood!"

Zhao Yuan instantly understood that these ghosts were not Master Zhang's accomplices, but the souls of those people who were killed by Master Zhang! Because they died in vain, because they had grievances in their hearts, their souls could not be exceeded, and they remained in the world. Today, Master Zhang died, and they got revenge, so they came to express their gratitude to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath and said in ghost language: "No thanks, I wish you all happiness in the next life." ”

The ghosts were amazed that Zhao Yuan could see them and speak ghost language.

Zhao Yuan didn't explain much, but recited a spell. This is what he learned from the Ancient Witch Blessing Secret Record, which has the effect of surpassing the soul.

At the sound of the incantation, the spirits of the ghosts became fainter and more transparent, and finally disappeared. This means that they have left the human world and entered samsara.

"I hope that in your next life, you can meet good people and be a good person. Zhao Yuan said softly, then turned back and glanced into the bedroom.

Master Zhang's body was still kneeling in front of the bed, but no soul appeared.

It seems that the soul of this thing should have been directly detained to the Netherworld. In fact, even if his soul still lingered in the Yang World, or even turned into a powerful ghost, Zhao Yuan was not afraid.

If you're alive, I can kill you, and I'm afraid of you when you're dead?

Retracting his gaze, Zhao Yuan turned over and walked out of the courtyard wall, replaced it with a new shrinking land into an inch talisman, and left Longmen Village at a ghostly speed. At the same time, the people in the village, all awakened by the gunshot, got up from their beds and came out to check on the situation in their coats.

"What happened?"

"What was that noise?"

"It sounds like gunshots! I don't know where it came from. ”

Just as the villagers gathered in twos and threes to discuss, a terrible scream came from the house of the widow Ma.

It turned out that after running out of the village, Zhao Yuan canceled the hypnotic curse technique, and the horse widow noticed that the light in the room was on and was awakened, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Master Zhang kneeling in front of the bed, covered in blood, and immediately frightened Hua lost his face and screamed......