My phone can catch ghosts

"Master! You must avenge us!" The two apprentices knelt in front of the middle-aged man and cried with snot and tears.

"Did you tell them about your teacher's whereabouts?" the middle-aged man asked.

"No, disciple does not." The apprentice said hastily.

"Well, very good, I will avenge you as a teacher." A strange smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

Immediately afterwards, a slender ghost appeared behind the two apprentices.

Before they could react, the black shadow put both hands on the heads of the two apprentices.

"Master...Master..." The two apprentices seemed to have a premonition of something, and shouted in horror.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "All my skills have been crippled, and I still have the face to come back. I, Wu Nanxun, don't support idlers. Since it's useless, you should be obedient and take the nourishment of my ghost pet!"

"Uh uh..."

The yang energy of the two apprentices was continuously sucked away by the ghost, and in a short while, the two had turned into two mummies.

The middle-aged man Wu Nanxun waved his hand, and the ghost disappeared immediately. Then he took out two talismans and threw them on the corpse, and the corpse burst into flames immediately.

With a cold snort, Wu Nanxun said with a livid face: "What a waste, he has been raised for so many years, it seems that he has to leave here as soon as possible, lest more people find this place."

After locking the door, Wu Nanxun left the house directly.

"The man is gone, should we go down and have a look?" Bai Moling said.

"If he really had diary paper, he would bring it with him. We just need to follow him."

Controlling the broom and turning a corner, Luo Hao continued to follow Wu Nanxun.

Wu Nanxun seemed to be respected by the villagers here. Everyone would salute him respectfully no matter what they were doing when they saw him.

Wu Nanxun also kept smiling all the time, looking like a master of Taoism, and he was indifferent and fierce in the room, like two different people.

Not long after, the villagers of Dongjiang Village gathered towards the northernmost square of the village. Luo Hao and the other two also landed in the village, and found two clothes to wear, disguised as villagers, and followed them to the square.

There is a large platform in the middle of the square. On the platform there is a boy whose hands and feet are chained. The boy looks ferocious, with a fierce face, green face and fangs, struggling constantly. Seeing this, the villagers all hide away. , afraid to approach.

Wu Nanxun stood in front of the young man, looking like a master, looking at the villagers in front of him with a serious expression on his face.

"Fathers and elders in my hometown, in Dongjiang Village, many livestock have been killed recently, the crops in the fields have failed, and villagers often get sick, it is because of this monster." Wu Nanxun pointed to the chained boy.

"Kill him, kill him!"

The villagers suddenly shouted excitedly.

"I, Wu Nanxun, as the sorcerer of the Cangqing Sect, slay demons and demons, keep righteousness and ward off evil. This is my duty. Even if I die, I will get rid of this monster and restore the peace of Dongjiang Village."

Wu Nanxun's words immediately attracted the response of all the villagers.

"Kill him! Kill this monster!"

Seeing the villagers getting more and more excited, Wu Nanxun was very happy, but he didn't immediately kill the boy.

I only heard him shout again: "Fathers and elders! This little monster grew up in the village since he was a child, and his evil spirit has unknowingly infected every villager here, which means that you are all cursed by him, and you may be killed at any time." lost life."

As soon as these words came out, all the villagers showed panic, and some timid villagers even collapsed on the ground.

"I beg the Archmage to save us!" The village head directly led the villagers to kneel on the ground.

"Everyone please get up."

Although he was very polite in his mouth, Wu Nanxun was actually very straightforward in his heart. He enjoyed the feeling of being worshiped by these ignorant and deceitful poor people.

Luo Hao and Bai Moling hid in the corner, naturally they would not kneel down to him, but Bai Moling didn't understand what Wu Nanxun was doing.

"Are these villagers really cursed by that boy?" Bai Moling asked.

Luo Hao sneered, and said, "These people are just taking advantage of the fear in their hearts. People are selfish. They would rather believe that they are really cursed than believe that the child on the stage is not a monster."

Bai Moling looked at the bound child, howling ferociously, it was indeed terrifying.

"But he looks really scary, like a monster?"

Luo Hao shook his head and said: "Although I don't know why that boy became like that, I didn't feel any murderous or resentment from him. Instead, it was because the boy was afraid that he struggled non-stop at a loss."

At this time, Wu Nanxun saw that the villagers' emotions were almost mobilized, and continued: "This mage has been thinking for a long time, and has found a way to lift everyone's curse."

After saying this, all the villagers looked at Wu Nanxun excitedly.

"To untie the bell, you need the person who tied it. Since the curse originated from him, use his blood to lift the curse for everyone."

"Everyone take out the clear water and the knife I asked you to prepare before."

As soon as Wu Nanxun finished speaking, everyone brought out a bowl of water and knives.

"Just cut a knife on this monster, catch the blood with water, mix it and drink it into the body, and the curse will be lifted."

The villagers did not doubt the authenticity of Wu Nanxun's words at all, and they all rushed forward in a panic to cut the boy's blood.

"Everyone, calm down and line up."

The village chief was quite prestigious, and directed the villagers to line up and come to the platform one by one.

The first person to come on stage was a woman with a child. She stepped forward with some fear, holding a knife but did not dare to get close to the scary-looking boy.

Wu Nanxun comforted the woman with a kind expression: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I've locked him up, he can't hurt you."

Then Wu Nanxun held the woman's hand and came to the boy, and directly slashed the boy's chest.

The cut was very shallow, only a little blood flowed out, and it stopped quickly, but it happened to be caught by the bowl in the woman's hand.

"Thank you, thank you mage!"

The woman held the bowl excitedly and thanked her, then immediately put the bowl into her child's mouth, forced him to take a sip, and then finished the rest by herself.

Next, one by one the villagers came up one after another, with a woman leading the way, they gradually became less afraid of the boy, and all of them happily cut wounds on the boy's body.

Wu Nanxun was very satisfied, but his eyes did not pay attention to the young man's situation, but kept staring at the entrance of the village.

"Hmph! Let me see if you will hide again now." Wu Nanxun thought hard in his heart.

"These people are crazy." Bai Moling looked angrily at the villagers who were happily taking blood.

"They're not crazy, they're afraid, they're selfish, anyway, they're not hurting themselves, so naturally they won't hesitate to hurt others." Luo Hao said coldly.

"I'm going to save people right now." Bai Moling took out her long sword and was about to rush over.

"Do not impulse."

"Why! Didn't you say that the boy who looks like a monster is not a bad guy?" Bai Moling stared at Luo Hao and asked.

Luo Hao said angrily: "If you rush forward so rashly, can you guarantee that you will save someone?"

"Well, listen to me..." Luo Hao whispered in Bai Moling's ear for a while.

"Okay! You have a lot of ideas, let me listen to you." Bai Moling decisively chose to trust Luo Hao, after all, she also knew that she was not a person who was good at thinking of ways.