You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

The little paper figure cut by Xiao Liu'er is not only slender, but also has hair and clearly visible five fingers.

As Xi Meng watched, she thought of Xi Lan.

As expected of her daughter, she is equally clever and skillful.

There's water in your head.

Thinking of what happened before, she felt the energy in her body begin to surge.

Su Chen paused and quickly injected some merit into Xi Meng's body.

Ximeng's body trembled slightly, but she finally calmed down.

"Who messed with you again?"

Little Liu'er looked up at Su Chen blankly, then subconsciously turned her head to look behind her. Seeing no one, she scratched her head and turned her gaze to Xi Meng: "Aunt?"

Xi Meng's gaze towards her was not as gentle as before, and she said with a stern face: "It's okay, go cut your paper!"

The little guy didn't get angry and nodded obediently.

Xi Meng couldn't help but sigh as she watched.

This temperament... is even more similar.

She looked out the window somewhat absentmindedly, the drizzle continued.

It seemed like it was raining at that time...

Old Song didn't go far and went to Huang Nansong's repair shop.

At that time, Huang Nansong's eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not a nose, and they once wanted to kick him out.

Old Song glared at him and said, "I'm helping you. You're just a dog biting Lu Dongbin, you don't know how kind I am."

Huang Nansong didn't believe it.

"Driving me away is helping me?"

"Then I'll help you now."

While the two were arguing, Lao Ge came back.

He held a small case of wine in his arms.

"What are you doing? You're so old and still making a fuss? You're making a fool of yourself!"

When Old Song saw him, he was annoyed: "Xiao Huang is a blind man with no brains."

Huang Nansong: "Hey, Old Song, you're the first to complain?"

Ge Pingan put the box down, took a closer look, and glared: "Xiao Liu'er's aunt is back? Didn't they say she's not in good condition now?"

Huang Nansong: "??? Old Ge, do you also know Aunt Xiao Liu'er?"

"You don't know? Wasn't it her who ripped off the roof of Old Song's backyard house last time?"

Huang Nansong was bewildered: "Old Ge, what nonsense are you talking about? Old Song's roof is clearly a black dragon..."

He paused, his eyes suddenly widening.

Then he gasped.

"Hei, Heilong, Aunt Xiao Liu'er?"

Old Song sneered: "You only thought of it now?"

Huang Nansong realized it later and became frightened.

"I, I didn't anger her just now, did I?"

"Nonsense, with her violent temper, if you really piss her off, she'll devour you in one bite."

Huang Nansong trembled twice.

Suddenly he looked at Lao Song with envy in his eyes.

"Old Song, you are so lucky!"

"I picked up a little Liu'er and brought her home to raise. Look, she attracted both Taoist Su and the Black Dragon. What luck... If you don't get rich, who won't?"

While chatting, Ge Ping'an glanced towards the teahouse.

"Who's that girl over there? Hey, she went in."

Old Song quickly turned around to look.

Where can I see Song Anhui?

He vaguely sensed something and hurried to the teahouse. As soon as he entered, he saw Xiao Liu'er sitting there counting money.

"What about people?"

Xiao Liu'er didn't even raise her head, her eyes were curved.

"Master Su is leaving with my aunt and sister!"

Xiao Liu'er had already counted the money while she was speaking: "Grandpa, three thousand one hundred!"

"Sister is simply my God of Wealth!"

Old Song was initially feeling a bit regretful, but his expression changed upon hearing this: "Xiao Liu'er, shouldn't everyone who sees it get a share? Look..."

He rubbed his fingers together.

"Humph, no way!"

Song Anhui was like a dream.

It's like going back to the time when I first started taking drugs.

Unexamined.

But soon, everything returned to normal.

It was dark all around.

Song Anhui instinctively grabbed the corner of Su Chen's clothes, and the next moment, she covered her mouth and nose.

It stinks!

Xi Meng snorted softly: "It's that disgusting smell again."

The sound is a bit empty and there is a faint echo, which shows that there is a lot of space here.

Su Chen took out a flashlight and turned it on. When he saw a pile of bones in the corner, Song Anhui's eyes widened.

"Master Su, where is this place?"

Su Chen didn't say anything.

The flashlight light moved to the right little by little.

Next to the pile of bones, there was an empty space, followed by rows of wooden shelves, each of which was filled with neatly arranged skulls.

The moment Song Anhui saw it clearly, she was so frightened that she almost fainted with her eyes closed.

Su Chen injected some power into her head.

Song Anhui finally felt better.

Even so, when she spoke again, she began to stutter.

"How many skulls are there?"

The number of skulls represents the number of deaths, right?

Su Chen: “Nearly a thousand.”

Song Anhui took a breath.

She thought of a possibility and asked cautiously.

"Is he...he here too?"

So, just during that moment of dizziness, Taoist Su had already taken her across the ocean?

No, the point should be...

How many people did my mother kill for them? ! !

Song Anhui's hands couldn't help but start to tremble.

After harming so many people, will I also suffer retribution?

Su Chen's eyes swept across the wooden shelves one by one, and finally stopped behind one of the shelves.

Ximeng also discovered it.

She revealed her dragon tail and swept it towards the wooden shelf.

Wow!

Countless skulls flew backwards, fell to the ground, rolled, and stopped.

The wooden frame also fell apart.

Song Anhui glanced at Ximeng's legs, and then saw a tripod about three meters high behind the shelf, and her body trembled subconsciously.

Just with this one glance, she felt as if something was staring at her, and her whole body felt cold.

But the next moment, she felt warm all over.

Under the Heavenly Eye, Su Chen saw a black aura extending from the cauldron into Song Anhui's body. After sweeping around, it absorbed the remaining evil and negative energy before retracting into the cauldron.

"Huh?" Xi Meng stared at Song Anhui in confusion.

"What's your relationship with this filth?"

Song Anhui waved her hands repeatedly: "I, I have never been here before."

Xi Meng said coldly: "But it is helping you!"

Song Anhui couldn't help but tremble all over when she was stared at by her.

Fortunately, Su Chen spoke up: "She is the beneficiary of the sacrifice made by her mother."

"Then your mother is really cruel!"

Xi Meng glanced to the other side.

Su Chen's flashlight also followed.

I saw headless corpses kneeling in a row. White maggots were constantly swarming on some of the corpses, and white bones were faintly visible on some of the corpses.

And above, heads were hanging.

The ground was dark brown.

Song Anhui was frightened, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground.

Su Chen: "Nine in a row."

"The ground is sloped, and the blood from the beheading should flow this way..."

Ximeng pointed in the direction of Ding.

Her brow quickly furrowed.

"Why does this look a bit like a witchcraft ritual?"

Su Chen nodded: "I heard that this evil god was created by the Xuanshi from Nanyang. Most of the Xuanshi from Nanyang are wizards who were driven out of the country."

Xi Meng: “No wonder!”

Her expression suddenly became serious.

"So you asked me to come here to kill the creature enshrined in the cauldron?"

Su Chen shook his head: "It's not him."

"He's just a medium!"

As he spoke, he glanced down at Song Anhui and said, "It must be the so-called protective spirit!"