There's something wrong with the general.

Xiao Jiqiu's face changed and he rushed out of the door as fast as a flying sword, rushing in almost in the blink of an eye.

Yun Qingyan followed closely behind, arriving in a flash and stopping one step away from him.

In the dim room, a skinny middle-aged man was sitting unconscious.

The items displayed in the house were scattered all over the floor.

A rope made of twisted sheets was wrapped from his thighs to his shoulders.

His head was half-hanging, drooping on the bed.

"Young men, this is our shopkeeper. Come and see if there is anything wrong!"

The second brother was so scared that his face turned pale. He tightly grasped the clothes on both sides with his hands, and fear flashed in his eyes.

The oil lamp in the room flickered, and its dark yellow reflection looked like a long, twisted worm, extremely eerie.

"What's that smell in this room?"

Xiao Jiqiu sniffed and suddenly asked, then surveyed every corner of the house.

Huh?

He bent down, picked up a yellow paper talisman from the ground, took out the one in his arms, and compared them one by one.

The two pictures are exactly the same.

Xiao Jiqiu turned to the waiter and said, "Help your boss downstairs first, and let us handle this."

The waiter pointed at Wang Fugui tremblingly, his face worried: "Then our boss..." should be fine, right?

Xiao Jiqiu interrupted him and said, "Your shopkeeper is fine, he just fell asleep."

A hint of hesitation flashed in the waiter's eyes. This... can you tell that everything is fine just by looking at it?

Are the people hired by the boss reliable?

"Well, I'll leave it to you two young men."

The waiter felt uneasy and went out slowly.

Seeing the person leave, Xiao Jiqiu flicked his sleeves and closed the door.

"Wake him up."

He casually pulled a bench and sat down, one leg crossed over the other, and said lazily, "Who is so wicked as to tie him up here? But at least he saved his life."

Yun Qingyan silently walked up to Wang Fugui, squatted down, and gently tapped his forehead: "Brother, that's right."

Then he stood up and stood behind Xiao Jiqiu.

Wang Fugui felt a headache and woke up unconsciously.

He looked blankly at the two elegant young men and asked uncertainly, "Are you two...robbing?"

After saying this, he saw that he was tied up, his eyes showed horror, and he began to struggle continuously.

Xiao Jiqiu laughed, and the jade flute in his hand tapped his palm lightly from time to time.

"Shopkeeper, you're joking. My junior brother and I are friends of your boss. We came here to help exorcise the ghost."

When he said the last two words, he looked at Wang Fugui deeply and reminded him in a louder voice.

Wang Fugui finally realized that he had just seen the Marquis, but now he was tied up here.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He thought he was sick again and was tied up by these two people. Naturally, he did not mention meeting Wen Yuxi.

Xiao Jiqiu put away his smile, stood up from the bench, and paced back and forth in front of Wang Fugui.

There was a strange atmosphere in the room.

Wang Fugui secretly groaned in his heart, wondering where this marquis had friends.

How come it’s scarier than that evil ghost?

"I ask questions and you answer them." Xiao Jiqiu looked at him coldly.

Wang Fugui was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Where did this talisman paper come from?"

Xiao Jiqiu brought the two yellow talismans to him.

Wang Fugui lost weight so quickly that his face looked unrecognizable. The skin on his face was loose and sagging, and there were fine lines around his eyes. He looked very tired.

He replied weakly, "A wandering Taoist priest gave it to me. He said it can exorcise ghosts."

Xiao Jiqiu smiled coldly: "He lied to you, this is a talisman paper that attracts ghosts."

Wang Fugui's eyes showed fear: "How could this happen? Why did that Taoist want to harm me?"

Suddenly, his face changed, and he struggled to reach out to his chest, asking for help: "Here, here is another one."

Xiao Jiqiu reached into his arms to take it.

With a "snap", a warm hand grabbed his wrist.

It's hard to make even half a point.

Xiao Jiqiu turned around and saw the person who had been standing quietly behind him, like an invisible man.

I don't know when she came to him silently.

Xiao Jiqiu looked at him puzzledly: Is there something wrong?

Yun Qingyan said softly, "There might be danger, so please be careful, brother."

Xiao Jiqiu couldn't help but retort: ​​"What danger could there be here?"

Yun Qingyan shook his head, his attitude gentle but unquestionable: "Let me do it."

He leaned forward and rummaged through Wang Fugui's arms to find a purse.

This purse looks very ordinary, the embroidery is also average, and the stitching is crooked in many places.

Wang Fugui pursed his lips in gratitude and said, "The talisman paper is in this purse. I carry it with me every day. Be careful not to tear it."

It seems to be very cherished.

Xiao Jiqiu couldn't help but snort coldly.

Yun Qingyan glanced at him and lowered his head to untie the strap of his purse.

The straps on top are tied very tightly.

It's also a dead knot.

He actually hid this harmful talisman paper like a treasure, tsk.

He was still staring, his eyes fixed on the purse.

Suddenly, a strange look flashed in Wang Fugui's eyes.

Xiao Jiqiu's heart trembled.

No, no.

Why are his pupils...moving?

Oh no, this is a soul-stealing technique.

"Be careful!" Xiao Jiqiu was horrified and screamed in panic, his voice loud and rapid.

Immediately, a yellow paper talisman flew out from Yun Qingyan's pouch like lightning and headed straight for his forehead.

Xiao Jiqiu then cast a spell and attacked Yun Qingyan's forehead with gritted teeth.

The intention is to stop the yellow talisman paper.

In a flash, without a sound or a trace, the spell and the talisman paper collided with each other.

With a "zilla" sound, the talisman paper turned into a tongue of fire.

In an instant, the house was lit up by the fire, as if it were daytime.

In an instant, the flames brushed against Yun Qingyan's ear, turned into ashes, and slowly fell to the ground.

It was extremely thrilling just now.

Xiao Jiqiu felt relieved suddenly, but he was still frightened.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yun Qingyan's eyes, and he suddenly came to his senses, a trace of regret passing across his face.

At this moment, "Wang Fugui" suddenly seemed to be controlled by someone, baring his teeth and rushing towards him madly.

A trace of unwillingness flashed through Yun Qingyan's heart, and he threw the purse into the air.

He made hand gestures and muttered a few words silently.

The man had pulled Xiao Jiqiu and teleported him ten feet away.

"Are you injured?"

A trace of worry flashed across Xiao Jiqiu's eyes. He pulled his arm and tilted his head to look at his ear.

The skin there was burned red by the flames, and a few strands of hair were burned to ashes.

"I was careless." Xiao Jiqiu felt distressed and placed his slightly cool fingertips on the burned area on the back of his neck in annoyance.

Yun Qingyan's body suddenly stiffened.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she raised her hand to pull his hand off.

He shook his head, raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "I'm fine, and it has nothing to do with Senior Brother."

On the other end, "Wang Fugui" missed his attack and began to struggle hysterically.

The rope had left a bloody mark on his wrist, but he still rushed forward without feeling any pain.

With a "crack", the bed legs broke.

He leaped towards the two men like a mad horse that had broken free from its reins.