I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

I told Wang Haomin the general steps of casting the spell, and he said that he remembered almost all of them.

Then, the two of us simply ate a little of what we brought, and continued to wait patiently.

Before I knew it, at around ten o'clock in the evening, the bad boy who was in charge of squatting outside sent a text message to Wang Haomin, saying that the head-restraining master Badan had entered the hotel and brought two prostitutes.

Wang Haominxuan told me about this matter, and the two of us immediately walked to the door and waited quietly.

At this time, I suddenly had an idea, I wanted to see what the real Badan looked like.

So he opened the door directly and wanted to go out.

Wang Haomin immediately grabbed me and said, "Master Wu, what are you going to do?"

"I'll go out and have a look, I'll be back soon, do you have any cigarettes, give me one." I said.

"Master Wu, Badan will be here soon, isn't it appropriate for you to go out at this time?" Wang Haomin said.

"I just want to see what other people look like. After seeing his appearance, I can cast spells better." I said.

Wang Haomin had no choice but to take out a cigarette from his body, and handed me a lighter by the way.

I took the cigarette and came to a trash can in the corridor. After lighting it, I held it in my mouth, pretending.

Actually, I don't smoke either.

After waiting in the corridor for a while, I heard a woman's laughter coming over.

The room we stayed in was on the second floor and they walked up the stairs directly.

Not long after, I saw Badan walking towards me with two very dusty women.

Nabataan looks similar to the photos I saw. He is dark and thin, with tattoos all over his face and neck, and his hair is messed up like a chicken coop.

At this moment, Ba Dan was hugging left and right, staring at the two women beside him all the time, looking very anxious, and his hands were disheveled on the two women.

These two women wore heavy makeup, and their bodies looked good, and they were very young. From a long distance, I could smell a strong scent of perfume.

I pretended to smoke and puffed up the clouds.

Badan didn't even look at me, and led the two women into the room next to me, and closed the door.

At this time, I directly crushed out the cigarette butt, and quickly returned to my room.

Wang Haomin looked nervous, saw me go in, and said, "Did you see it?"

"Yeah." I nodded, sat next to the altar against the wall, and glanced at the scarecrow.

Not long after Badan brought the two women in, the inappropriate voice came from the room soon.

I have to say that this Badan is very violent, and there is so much movement in the next room that it is difficult for us not to hear it.

The woman screamed loudly, and Nabadan also let out a low growl like a wild animal.

This is the best time to do it.

Nabadan put all his thoughts on the woman, and he never expected that someone next door wanted his life.

I glanced at Wang Haomin and signaled him to do it.

Wang Haomin quickly sat beside me with a nervous look on his face.

At that moment, I looked at the scarecrow, took out the dagger on the table, cut my finger, and dripped the blood on the scarecrow.

Then he quickly made seals with both hands, and chanted in a low voice: "Xuantian in the north, the god of Yaoyao, a thousand transformations, the true spirit of Xuanwu, soaring to the ground, sweeping away the demon atmosphere, I will feed on the grass man, blood, and I will eat it. Descending spirits, spreading righteous dharma, cultivating Li Zhao, and eradicating evil cultivators. Today, there is Badan, the head master in northern Thailand, who has harmed innocent people and stained his hands with blood. The disciple implores the divine power of the ancestor to eliminate evil and assist righteousness, and Dao Qi will last forever! Disciples worship !"

As I said that, I picked up the short knife in my hand again, cut the palm of my hand, and poured blood on the scarecrow.

Not long after, the scarecrow was covered with the blood dripping from my hands, and it suddenly became bloody, looking a little scary.

When I finished all this, the energy field in the room suddenly fluctuated violently and came surging.

Wang Haomin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly felt a little restless, and he also felt the changes in the Qi field around him.

After all, it is to kill people, and what I cast is somewhat similar to an evil method.

It's just that there is no distinction between good and bad techniques, the key is to see who uses them and what they are used for.

This head lowering master Badan has done a lot of evil all his life. As long as he is given money, he can use the head lowering technique to kill people at will.

If I use this technique to kill him, it must be doing justice for the heavens.

When I finished all this, I picked up the bloody dagger again, pointed the handle at the position of my heart, and stabbed it down fiercely.

At this time, I heard a scream from the next room, it was Nabadan's voice.

Then the two prostitutes yelled in horror from the house, and after a while, the door next door made a sound, and the two women must have been frightened and ran out of the house.

I didn't dare to stop the movement of my hand, and picked up the handle of the dagger in my hand, aimed at the position of my eyes, and stabbed fiercely.

Then there was another horrific scream from the next room.

The feng shui spell I used is very vicious. First, I used the scarecrow to control Badan at this time. Whatever I do, the other party will do whatever moves.

Although he doesn't have a knife in his hand, the knife in my hand can fall on him in this way.

Aren't the head-down masters in Southeast Asia very evil?

Then I will let him experience how broad and profound the Taoism of the land of China is.

After I stabbed twice in a row, Ba Dan, the head-down master next door, must have been seriously injured, but I could feel that he was still alive at the moment.

It is necessary to do another heavy hand, directly killing him.

However, when I raised the knife in my hand again, I suddenly felt a powerful force coming from the next room.

Worse, not only did the lowering master Badan not die, he even started to fight back at me at this moment.

This is fighting in the air.

Although Nabadan was seriously injured, he has decades of profound cultivation. I have only practiced for more than eight years. Even if I am a genius, it is difficult to compete with him.

At that moment, I turned my head and glanced at Wang Haomin with some difficulty.

Wang Haomin reacted quickly, picked up a dagger, cut his palm, and sprinkled blood on the scarecrow.

Afterwards, he sat beside me, and began to make mudras with both hands, and together with me, he resisted the mental shock of the head descendant Badan.

After Wang Haomin joined, I felt much more relaxed, but it was still a bit difficult. I clenched the dagger in my hand again and pointed it at the other eye...