All the heavens, starting from the Yinyang Road in Gangzong

Chapter 59 Negotiation Failure
"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The weather was not good, the storm was violent, the thunder was loud, and people were flustered.

Under everyone's nervous gaze, the clock on the wall finally pointed to twelve o'clock.

moment.

Everyone in the theater started to operate like clockwork.

Mengcha took the three people who had been severely threatened by him, and knelt together in front of several iron stoves and began to burn sacrifices. While burning, he kept apologizing, how much he offended, please forgive me, etc.

Chen Dachang led Dezai to pick up the cymbals and wooden fish that were placed on the ground, and while knocking on them, he recited the prison breaking spirit medal.

In front of the altar in the mourning hall, Zhou Junwei took a deep breath to suppress the tension in his heart, stepped forward and bowed respectfully in front of the classical dance headdress: "Please come out and chat with friends..."

Ten minutes later, ten minutes later, no matter how sincerely Zhou Junwei made his request, there was no response in the mirror.

After another 10 minutes, Zhou Junwei looked at Huang Jiawen next to him.

Huang Jiawen still shook his head, indicating that he didn't show up.

Among the four people kneeling there to burn the sacrifices, Ting, who was not afraid of being threatened by the messenger for so long, still had no reaction, could not help complaining: "The kneeling knees hurt like hell, do they have any skills!"

Not to mention Xiaogang and Dandong next to him, even Mengcha himself couldn't help wondering if he was being tricked.

At this moment, Chen Dachang, who was dry-mouthed while chanting scriptures, couldn't help his temper. He pulled out the Seven-Star Bagua Sword tied to his back and grabbed it in his left hand. He came directly to the headdress, and said to Zhou Junwei angrily : "Let me say something, and you translate it for me."

"We entertained you kindly. If you don't even have the most basic manners, don't blame me for being rude."

After Zhou Junwei finished translating, there was still no reaction in the mirror on the mourning hall.

With his moving right hand, Chen Dachang slowly drew out the Eight Diagrams Sword in his hand and pressed the head of the sword on the headgear.

Like water touching red-hot charcoal, "Chi!" The headgear seemed to be pulled back one meter by an invisible big hand, and then there seemed to be a layer of black mist drifting over the mirror. Slowly, a woman wearing Thai classical dance In women's clothing, a middle-aged woman posing in a stiff ancient Thai dance handle poses in the mirror.

This middle-aged woman looks like a very weird statue, except that she is not breathing and there is no reaction anywhere on her body, and her eyes are cold and not like human eyes.

Before seeing a ghost, the various horror pictures imagined in one's mind will make people very frightened.

Now when the other party really appeared, Chen Dachang and the others who had seen ghosts were not afraid anymore.

No matter how strong you are, Lin Liqiang, just kidding, if I put you in front of that earth binding spirit, maybe you will turn into a quail.

Of course they are not afraid, but it does not mean that everyone present is not afraid.

After Mengcha glanced at it, cold sweat began to break out on his head. He didn't care to wipe it off, but just lowered his head and burned the paper fiercely, and at the same time, he muttered louder and louder: "No offense! No offense! Please forgive me !please forgive!"

The most timid Xiao Gang next to him just opened his mouth and knelt there in a daze, but from the water stains on his crotch, it could be seen that his heart was definitely not as calm as his appearance.

Only Dandong was lying on the ground with his head in his hands like an ordinary person, and kept calling his mother for help.

Ting smiled kindly at the middle-aged woman who appeared in the mirror. She believed that she was right, she was definitely a good ghost.

The psychiatrist Zhou Junwei has no time to counsel their hearts now, because all his attention is on the woman in the mirror.

"Beauty, I'm sorry to bother you a little bit, we want to talk to you with good intentions."

The female ghost in the mirror cast a cold glance at Zhou Junwei, "Touch!" The door of the hall, which was originally closed, suddenly seemed to be pushed open violently, and hit the walls on both sides heavily. All of them flooded into the living room, whether it was incense candles, ingots or sacrifices burned in the stove, they were all blown out.

Then, amidst the sound of "click, click", all the lights in the living room that were already on in the usual routine of ghosts flickered.

The actual actions of the female ghost in the mirror showed its attitude.

This is normal, and if it is really so easy to talk about, it is not normal.

"Crack! Kick!"

Under the flashing white light of two lightning flashes outside the window, Zhou Junwei saw the female ghost in the mirror, her two gray-black hands became huge, and she grabbed towards him.

Chen Dachang, who was also seeing this scene, quickly raised the Bagua sword in his hand and wanted to go up and cut off the two ghost hands.

It's just that the speed of the ghost hand was beyond imagination. Just when Chen Dachang took the first step, the ghost hand had already caught Zhou Junwei.

At this moment of crisis.

A gossip of golden light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"what!"

Then everyone in the hall heard a piercing female scream.

The lights come back on.

Although there are still heavy rains and strong winds blowing in from the open door, but at most they only come in at a distance of two or three meters, unlike the entire hall just now.

Surprised and angry, Chen Dachang raised the gossip sword to smash the glass, and began to look for the headgear in front of the glass, but the headgear had disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Junwei looked at the amulet on his chest that had turned into ashes and shook his head helplessly, then turned around and walked up to the stunned Meng Cha: "Director Meng, this female ghost is very extreme, we can't talk well."

At this time, Mengcha looked at Zhou Junwei as if he was looking at a god, and asked excitedly: "Master, didn't a golden gossip formation appear and hurt it just now? Could it come again?"

Zhou Junwei thought of the talisman that had turned into a ball of ashes, and immediately thought of Lin Li's saying that drawing these talismans requires not only strong spiritual power, but also precious spiritual blood ink. It took a long time, and my heart was full of heartache and annoyance.

"The golden gossip just now is an amulet painted by Master Lin with very precious materials. Its main function is to protect the body. The blow just now will not hurt the female ghost too much. It may appear again in a day. "

"It's okay! Isn't there still the Archmage of Hong Kong? I believe that with him, the ghosts will definitely be caught."

After speaking, Mengcha looked at Zhou Junwei expectantly, wanting to hear an answer he wanted.

Zhou Junwei nodded: "Although this female ghost is powerful, it is not even one-tenth of the strength of the earth binding spirit in Puka Village."

Hearing this, Mengcha, Xiaogang and Dandong, who were full of anticipation, couldn't help laughing happily anymore.

But what Zhou Junwei said next made them feel like they had entered hell.

"But it's because the Earth Binding Spirit is too powerful, so Master Lin's vitality is seriously injured now. In addition to today, he won't be able to make another move within five days."

(End of this chapter)