not scary story

The cold words were clearly a threat.

If Yang Si and Qiao Yuan were really good at dispelling evil spirits, Yang Si wouldn't have to throw millions of dollars a year to the Fang family to purify themselves.

Yan Jiu's face turned pale.

Now that the patriarch had made his decision, Fang Tianqing's expression became indifferent. "Then please." He directly issued the order to evict the guest.

"Do you believe me?" Qiao Yuan suddenly asked Yan Jiu when he was wavering.

Uneasiness and fear made his unstable emotions more susceptible to the influence of evil spirits in his body. The young man glared at him bitterly: "So what if I don't believe it? Can I go back on my word?"

After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth with annoyance.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose." He didn't understand why he had the guts to provoke Qiao Yuan, but his rationality could no longer control his negative emotions, and his state of not being easy to show in front of others was uglyly exposed .

Qiao Yuan was not angry this time.

"If you believe it, there is nothing I can't do." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and tapped Yan Jiu's forehead with his left hand. The blood splashed across the back of his left hand stained Yan Jiu's cheek, and before he could react, Qiao Yuan's bleeding hand left a wide bloodstain on his forehead.

Under his spell, the bloodstain turned into a golden light, which gradually penetrated into Yan Jiu's forehead.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, even Fang Tianqing looked at him in disbelief.

Yan Jiu only felt that the place smeared with blood was tense as if someone had cast a spell on it, and he knelt on the ground in unbearable pain, screaming to get rid of the pain that was about to stretch his brain out.

The man with the bleeding on the back of his hand watched calmly as he kept curling up, and even started to roll on the ground. The mantra he was chanting didn't mean to stop at all, and the blood dripping from the back of his hand flew into Yan Jiu's body from mid-air. Between the foreheads, a thin red line was formed. Everyone was horrified to see it, but they didn't dare to interrupt it.

Yan Jiu knelt on the ground and arched her waist.

Qiao Yuan waved his hand and grabbed the red rope formed by his own blood. The red rope wrapped around Yan Jiu's whole body as if it was alive.

The boy rolling on the ground was so painful that tears came out. He couldn't hear a word of Qiao Yuan's spell. Something was stuck in his body, but the red rope seemed to be pulling that thing out.He was tormented by such a tug-of-war.

"Qiao... Qiao Yuan... ah... it hurts..." He unconsciously called out the only name he could think of, the pain was so unbearable that he wanted to hit his head on the floor, but fortunately Qiao Yuan hugged his head in time, The blood rope tied him even tighter, as if adding another restraint, restraining the young man from moving around.

There was silence in the hall.

The last scream was that the blood rope was finally pulled out from Yan Jiu's body, a black resentment was bound in the black rope, screaming and struggling to get back into Yan Jiu's body.

However, when it just touched Yan Jiu's body, a golden light reflected him, and the blood rope took advantage of the situation to bind the resentment even tighter, and finally it was wiped out under the strangulation of the blood rope.

"You're crazy, you actually used a blood curse..." Fang Tianqing couldn't stop it at all, and looked at the two half-kneeling on the ground in disbelief.

"Aren't you worried that I won't be able to protect him?" Qiao Yuan, whose face was pale because of the blood curse, lifted his chin slightly and looked at him, "Bring me a bowl of water and a soul talisman."

"...You are wasting your life." Fang Tianqing couldn't believe that this 20-year-old boy actually used such extreme methods to exorcise evil spirits.The blood curse is a violent spell that uses the vitality of the caster to control the soul of the opponent. In Yan Jiu's state, it is far from necessary to use this kind of self-destructive spell to exorcise evil spirits.

"I don't know how long I can live. What's the point of wasting a day or two of Yangshou?" Qiao Yuan stared at the other celestial masters who were still in a daze, "Hurry up!"

The power of the blood curse is very overbearing, and anyone and ghosts who come into contact with the caster's blood will be controlled.However, not all spellcasters can succeed, and the blood curse will be very unstable against opponents who are stronger than him.

Fang Tianqing stared closely at Qiao Yuan's expression.He was no longer sure who was better than Qiao Yuan in his own strength.

The water and soul talisman were delivered quickly. Qiao Yuan held the soul talisman between his fingers and shook it. The ashes from the talisman paper spontaneously ignited and fell into the bowl, turning into talisman water.

He brought the bowl to Yan Jiu's mouth, but the young man just bared his teeth and screamed in pain, unable to take a sip at all.

"Tsk. I'm used to you." Qiao Yuan snorted, took a mouthful of the talisman water, pinched Yan Jiu's chin, and crossed over mouth to mouth.

The young man who still had a bit of reason was stunned by this earth-shattering kiss. He even forgot to cry out in pain. He opened his mouth slightly, and was just poured a mouthful of talisman water by the other party in a domineering way.

"Okay." Qiao Yuan let go of the stunned hamster, turned to Fang Tianqing and said, "How about it, do you still think it's up to you?"

"...Is he so worth it to you?"

Qiao Yuan just smiled and didn't answer.

none of your business.The roots of his ears were slightly hot, but he didn't want to admit it.

As soon as Yan Jiu regained his strength, he saw Qiao Yuan's arm that was almost completely stained red, and hugged his hand in fright and shouted: "Where's the gauze! Where's the doctor? ... Damn it's still bleeding! Hurry up, doctor ! Find a doctor!"

Qiao Yuan didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and casually rubbed the back of his hand on his clothes: "We'll go back first if you're fine. There's also a doctor at home."

... Do you think you still have time to pick a doctor?

Yan Jiu absolutely refused to listen to him this time, and hurriedly asked Fang Tianqing for help.Fortunately, there was already a celestial master on the other side to bring the medical kit, which stopped his bleeding in time.

The young man who had returned to normal before him had no reason to stay.

What's more, the close relationship between the two of them has made some celestial masters look contemptuous.

After Fang Tianqing watched them leave expressionlessly, she coldly reprimanded the Celestial Master behind her: "I asked you to find the person who raised the poisonous snake, but you haven't found it yet? Do you want to continue to cause harm to him?"

Several celestial masters in charge of the investigation broke out in cold sweat, and no one dared to say anything.

"A cultivator dares to raise poisonous snakes? I think he is tired of working!" Fang Tianqing sneered, and swept across the group of young celestial masters who were about the same age as her.

Of course there are many people who dissatisfy him, but as long as he is the strongest celestial master of this generation, then don't expect to be able to surpass the rules he set.

On the way home, Qiao Yuan suddenly remembered the golden light reflected from Yan Jiu's body. The latter patted his head and took out an old bronze mirror from his pocket.

"Hey, I didn't expect him to be really useful." Yan Jiu rubbed the bronze mirror that no one wanted even if it was sold as an antique, feeling quite emotional.

He was able to leave because of it, and he survived because of it.

"Even if it's a defective product, it can still come in handy." He murmured, telling himself while sighing.

"What kind of shit and defective product?" His hands were bandaged, and he could only sit in the car driven by the bodyguard. Qiao Yuan leaned lazily on Yan Jiu's shoulder, looked at his bronze mirror, and sneered disdainfully, "Look who is using it." Those who are incapable of course hope to hold a fully functional magic weapon, and those who are capable, such as me, can make up for its shortcomings. In the final analysis, the Fang family is still incompetent."

Yan Jiu showed a flattering smile, saying that the elder brother was right.

As a defective product, it is enough for Qiao Yuan to say "useful".

Qiao Yuan glanced at the guy's wretched smile, curled his lips, still feeling upset.

You're going to forget about that kiss just now, right?

Hmph, it doesn't matter, I have plenty of opportunities for you to remember again and again.

Until you take the initiative to confess!

Chapter Six: Ghost Baby