Feng Shui live broadcast: A haunted house worth 50 million is not worth living in

"Brother Chen! Don't give up!"

"What should we do? Brother Chen is injured!"

"Please, someone can save Brother Chen!"

Wang Jiajia's footsteps were getting closer and closer. Chen Yile felt his eyes blurred and his consciousness gradually became blurred, but he still refused to give up.

He tried hard to prop himself up and stand up again, but the injuries on his body made it difficult for him to move.

The cell phone also fell to the ground. When Chen Yile was about to pick it up, the thing was already close to him, so he had to give up.

Now whether to live broadcast or not is secondary, the main thing is to survive first!

However, the other party approached, grabbed Chen Yile's neck, and threw him out.

Chen Yile had no room to resist at all.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the entrance of the cellar: "Evil creature, why don't you show yourself quickly!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe flew in, holding a copper coin sword in his hand, his eyes as sharp as lightning.

Obviously, this is a master.

The Taoist priest quickly swung the copper coin sword, and a golden light rushed straight towards Wang Jiajia.

The ghost let out an angry roar, but was forced to retreat again and again by the golden light.

The Taoist turned his head and looked at Chen Yile, nodded and said, "You did a good job, leave the rest to me."

Chen Yile finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then his eyes went dark and he fainted.

Chen Yile didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Suddenly, he heard a shrill scream and opened his eyes suddenly.

His vision gradually focused, and he saw that the Taoist priest who had just appeared was being strangled by Wang Jiajia and pressed tightly against the wall.

The Taoist priest's face was pale and his body was covered in blood. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

Chen Yile's heart tightened, and he quickly got up and rushed towards the two of them.

However, just as he was about to intervene, the possessed Wang Jiajia suddenly turned around, sneered and said to him: "You are all going to die!"

Then, she seemed to summon a gust of cold wind out of thin air, and the Taoist priest and Chen Yile were both blown away by a powerful force and hit the opposite wall heavily.

Chen Yile gasped, enduring the pain, looked at the Taoist priest, and asked, "Who are you?"

The Taoist priest gasped for breath, blood on the corner of his mouth as he said, "I was also invited by Li Yizhi. It seems that now we have no choice but to cooperate."

Chen Yile nodded, knowing that the situation was serious and he had to join forces with the Taoist priest to have any chance of survival.

The two of them quickly adjusted their state and prepared to face Wang Jiajia again.

Fighting broke out again.

The Taoist priest first swung the copper coin sword in his hand. The tip of the sword emitted golden light and drew a series of brilliant tracks, trying to find Wang Jiajia's weakness.

Chen Yile quickly put on a new talisman, bit his fingertip, dropped blood on the talisman paper, and muttered something.

"Heaven and earth, please help me. The true words to subdue demons, hurry up and obey the command!"

The talisman ignited with flames and turned into a huge fire phoenix, rushing towards Wang Jiajia.

However, the possessed Wang Jiajia seemed to be more powerful. She opened her mouth and sucked, and actually swallowed the fire phoenix.

Then her power seemed to grow even stronger, causing the air around her to tremble.

Wang Jiajia's body suddenly shook, and her speed increased alarmingly. She continuously released several streams of black air to attack the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest managed to block the blows, but each blow made him take a few steps back, and it was obvious that he was struggling.

When Chen Yile saw this, he became anxious and immediately gathered all his internal strength, gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly in his hand, and swung it out with a heavy blow.

But Wang Jiajia dodged the attack lightly, and slapped Chen Yile back with her backhand, knocking him back.

The battle became more and more intense. Although the Taoist priest and Chen Yile joined forces, Wang Jiajia's strength was too strong, and each attack was carried with overwhelming force and speed.

Chen Yile and the Taoist priest tried many times to trap her with various Taoist magics, but she easily broke through them.

Suddenly, Wang Jiajia let out a sharp laugh, and an even more sinister ghost figure appeared from behind her.

The ghost rushed directly towards the Taoist priest at a speed that was dazzling.

Although the Taoist reacted quickly and swung his sword, the ghost turned around and actually broke the Taoist's neck.

When Chen Yile witnessed this scene, he was shocked and felt unprecedented fear.

He shouted loudly, and used all his strength to swing the demon-subduing pestle again and attack Wang Jiajia fiercely.

Wang Jiajia opened her mouth and swallowed the ghost that had just killed the Taoist priest.

Her power reached its peak at this moment. Her whole body was surrounded by black air, and her eyes emitted red light.

Chen Yile felt unprecedented despair.

He kept backing away, each step unsteady.

Wang Jiajia approached step by step, her eyes full of murderous intent and indifference, making Chen Yile feel a chill deep in his bones.

At this moment, he knew that no Taoist magic could resist the terrifying power before him, and a trace of despair surged in his heart.

However, Chen Yile did not give up. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and silently recited the last secret technique.

He knew this might be his last chance, or his last effort.

He slowly raised the demon-subduing pestle, and his whole aura began to become solemn and sacred, and the air around him seemed to be affected by his will.

But at this critical moment, Wang Jiajia suddenly exerted force, and the air in the entire cellar seemed to freeze.

Chen Yile's eyes went dark and he felt a powerful force hitting his chest.

His consciousness began to blur, and the last image he saw was Wang Jiajia's cold, cruel eyes.

Chen Yile was extremely tired and his physical strength was almost exhausted, but the ghost possessed by Wang Jiajia didn't seem tired at all.

Chen Yile clenched his teeth, feeling unwilling inside.

He gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly and swung it at the ghost, but the ghost nimbly dodged the attack and sneered at him, "With this little skill of yours, you still want to defeat me?"

Chen Yile's chest was burning with anger, and he cursed: "What the hell is this thing? It's so powerful that even the demon-subduing pestle is useless!"

The ghost sneered disdainfully, suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Yile, and threw him out.

Chen Yile's body slammed hard against the cellar wall, and then fell heavily to the ground. The wine barrels were smashed one after another by him, and the wine quickly flowed throughout the cellar.

Chen Yile gritted his teeth to endure the pain. The wine had already reached his knees and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

He struggled to stand up, but the ghost pushed him back into the drink.

A large amount of alcohol poured into his mouth and nose, almost suffocating him.

At this moment, Chen Yile suddenly discovered that the ghost possessed by Wang Jiajia actually lowered its head and began to drink greedily.

With a flash of inspiration, he came up with a solution.

He bit his wrist hard, letting the blood drip into the wine.

The blood with spiritual power quickly melted into the wine, and the color of the wine turned deep red.

The ghost was completely unaware and continued to drink in big gulps.

Suddenly, the ghost's body began to tremble violently, as if something inside was exploding.