Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

"Sister, she ran away." Fang Yiyi looked at the direction where Qiu Weiwei was leaving, his eyes flickering.

The depressed mood since Qiu Weiwei's appearance dissipated, and there was a bit of joy.

She clasped her hands behind her back, straightened her chest, twirled around on her toes, the corners of her skirt drew a gentle arc, and turned to face Li Ting, with the corners of her mouth raised, staring at Li Ting in a good mood.

Happy like a baby.

Li Ting glanced at her sideways, and couldn't help teasing her, "Why, are you going to chase after her?"

Fang Yiyi was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips collapsed, he was very confused: "Why am I chasing her?"

Li Ting Weiliang's hands covered the back of Yiyi's head above her, exerting a slight force, forcing her to turn around: "Cook."

Fang Yi was also pushed forward with undeniable force, but he still did not forget to shout: "The door, the door, the outside door is not closed!"

The weather is very good tonight, the night in the mountain village is the original face of the world, without the bright light in the city, the night sky is full of stars, the Milky Way is like a glowing belt, approaching the fifteenth day, the moon is also round, and the silvery white natural light shines on the naked/exposed outside Everything, reflected on the two wooden doors in the yard, and the unrusted parts of the iron bolts glowed with cold light, waiting in the long river of time, day after day.

Li Ting's phoenix eyes were cold, she glanced casually, waved her big red sleeves casually, the door lock seemed to be conscious, and with a 'click' sound, she put herself on the wooden beam of the horizontal lock, completely sealing the small courtyard from the outside world. isolated.

The old wooden door, full of years of vicissitudes, is independent of the world, looking at everything unknown at night with cold eyes.

On the deserted street outside the door, a gust of wind blew, rolled up a few withered yellow leaves, blown over the high wall, and fell into the yard of the uncle's house next door.

At the moment of crossing Gaoqiang, the wind seemed to be blocked by something and disappeared suddenly. The leaves lost the strength to blow and slowly fell to the eaves of the blue tiles. There are still many dead leaves with veins and traces of insect bites.

In the courtyard, on the bottom of the tile eaves, under the shadow that is not easy to be noticed by others, there is a yellow talisman commonly used by Taoism. It was dripping with blood, and it was emitting a golden light.

Fang also found that the range hood was broken.

The kitchen is open, with only one sliding glass door full of gaps. If you cook like this, it will definitely fill the room with oily smoke, and she will have to clean it again tomorrow.

Fang also doesn't lose weight, and doesn't want to eat cold cucumbers and tomatoes. She needs three to four times more calories than ordinary people in order to support herself and Li Ting.

So we still have to cook.

Fang Yiyi put his hands on his hips and sighed.

She got out all the rags and wipes, soaked them, sealed the glass door frame tightly, and opened the window to the backyard.

The backyard is facing a small pond. When you look at it during the day, the water quality in the small pond is clear and the fish are shallow. You can see to the end at a glance. When you get close, the cool water vapor drives away the heat, which is very pleasant. It is also straight If you want to plant lotus roots, it will be a different scene at night. The clear lake reflects the moonlight and sparkles, as if all the romance in the world is mixed in it, which is really beautiful.

Fang Yiyi's gaze rested on the lake, and after enjoying it for a moment, she felt relieved. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly. She crossed her arms and raised them above her head. She stretched her waist and turned around to get down to business.

She has to cook.

Fang Yiyi hummed a song, and neatly stacked the vegetables in the box into the refrigerator, and then she was pleasantly surprised to find that at the bottom of the box, besides potatoes, there were actually a few eggs mixed in the middle.

The recipe came out in no time.

Fang Yiyi felt better again.

After cooking in a while, she can touch her round belly and lie on the bed with her senior sister for a while, even if she doesn't do it, it's good to be close together quietly.

The senior sister would probably push her away in disgust, but it doesn't matter, if she gets together a few more times, the senior sister won't chase her away.

In fact, Fang Yi could feel that Li Ting had been quite indulgent towards her from the very beginning.

He will never block her decision, at most she will not support it, and will only let her do it. When she encounters difficulties, she will come out to help at the right time.

Fang Yi also emptied the box, bent down and put the box on the bottom shelf of the microwave oven. When he got up, he was going to make mashed potatoes for an after-dinner snack. There is no other choice.

The dishes seem to be many, but in fact they are pieced together, and if you really have to worry about it, there is really nothing that can be beaten.

After all, Fang Yi is also a meat eater.

Even though he hasn't touched the kitchen for a long time, Fang Yiyi still washes the dishes quickly.

It was when the cucumber was being stabbed that the skin on the palm of her hand was so painful that she was slightly surprised.

When cooking for Baixuan's family before, she always poured water directly and wiped off the thorns with her hands, but she didn't feel any pain. Maybe her skin was rough at that time.

Recently, it has been raised very well, and it has become squeamish without knowing it.

After all, it was thanks to Li Ting, so why did she think Li Ting was scary before?

Obviously senior sister is the most gentle.

Fang Yi also gritted his teeth, did not stop, endured the pain and removed the thorn, and went to wash the tomatoes again.

Her former senior brother was a fastidious person.

Fang Yiyi's uncle's house has a multi-purpose pot, and an electric hot pot solves all cooking and frying, but here, any pot is the same pot.

There is a special cooking pot for cooking rice, and a special frying pot for cooking. This electric hot pot has a clean bottom, and there is no black paste stained by cooking. It is probably specially used for heating steamed buns.

Therefore, the pot alone accounts for a large part of the small stove.

It happened to save Fang Yiyi time, such as frying two dishes at a time.

She cut up the peeled scallions and washed cucumbers and tomatoes, heated up both pots, poured oil carefully, and then put the seasonings in. When they were all fragrant, she added the main ingredients.

At the same time as the sizzling sound of hot oil came, the kitchen was filled with thick smoke.

Fang Yiyi held the frying spoon in one hand and the transparent lid of the rice cooker in the other, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, coughing from choking.

The smoke touched the glass door and was blocked. The hot smoke rolled back, looking for an exit, and scrambling to roll out from the open window.

I don't know where there is so much oily smoke. From a distance, those who don't know think that this room has caught fire.

Below the window, which was emitting thick white smoke, the back of a long-haired woman's head gradually emerged.

Her body is bent into an arc that is impossible for a living person. The lower body below the lower abdomen is tightly attached to the ground, and the lower abdomen is folded at 90°, tightly against the wall. Only one head is exposed, staring at Fang Yiyi, with long hair Scattered behind the head, dripping with water, dripping on the body, there is a water stain behind him, mixed with silt with algae, extending into the lake.

Fang Yi also didn't notice it, she was concentrating on finishing the meal, and felt that it was almost time, so she put some water in the tomato pot, covered the pot, and went to stir-fry the cucumbers in the other pot.

The free hand holds two eggs, ready to crack them.

Suddenly, her movements froze, she turned her head abruptly, and faced a pair of gloomy eyes with blood and tears.

Fang Yiyi didn't even think about it, he threw the egg violently, and said the well-known sentence in his mouth: "Life is a drama!"

Snapped!Snapped!With two beeps, the egg shattered and hit the female ghost's head with precision.

The broken egg shell fell, and the egg liquid mixed with water, flowing down, into the female ghost's eyes, and then out of the eyes, flowing through Wuqing's mouth.

The female ghost stared fixedly at Fang Yiyi, and opened her mouth. It had no tongue or teeth, and its mouth was filled with mud. When it opened its mouth, mud mixed with blood came out from the corner of its mouth.

It moved its mouth muscles and made a sucking motion, and the two egg yolks were sucked in together with the mud that flowed out.

It was obviously a horrible and disgusting scene, but Fang Yiyi suddenly saw a sense of joy.

Fang Yiyi didn't act immediately, she couldn't leave people when cooking, and she was still thinking about dinner, the cucumbers in the pot were almost mushy without being neutralized with egg liquid.

Fang Yiyi hurriedly took the soy sauce bottle on the side and carefully poured the soy sauce into it.

But at this time, the female ghost's exposed area was a little more, and she gradually rose upwards, slowly and evenly, and her neck with corpse spots also emerged.

Fang Yi was also very annoyed, and he didn't have anything suitable in hand, so he had to throw the soy sauce over.

The plastic bucket knocked on the female ghost's forehead, and the spilled soy sauce scattered all over the floor, not even the window frame was spared, and more of it was directly poured on the female ghost's head.

In an instant, the female ghost's pale and bluish face was splashed with a layer of black liquid. The smell of soy sauce was so strong that it forcibly covered up the original lifelessness, and a soy sauce-smelling female ghost was freshly released from the oven.

Fang Yiyi looked at the soy sauce spots all over the floor and felt quite a headache. She felt that she had cleaned up the loneliness.

So why is there a ghost here, and why does it appear when she is cooking?

It made her not only clean up the ghosts, but also clean up the kitchen.

It's annoying.

"Let's discuss something." Fang Yiyi kept moving his hands. The frying spoon took a spoonful of water from the tap and poured it into the pot. There was a sound of "stab" and white smoke that smelled like fried cucumbers came out of the pot. She He continued: "Ms. Ghost, let's fight after I finish cooking first."

Then she found that cucumber scrambled eggs didn't seem to need soy sauce.

Fang Yiyi: "..."

"If you refuse, I'll let my senior sister beat you." Fang Yiyi continued.

The female ghost ignored her words, and stubbornly tried to climb in through the window with her body covered in soy sauce.

The wrist wrapped in the old shroud stretched out, covered with corpse spots, and the hands with long black nails had already climbed the window frame, like Sadako who was about to climb out of the TV.

"Tsk." Fang Yiyi frowned, walked over in three steps at a time, and turned on the switch of the window before the ghost could react.

The window is designed to be pushed upwards, which is very flexible. The reason why it does not fall down is because the switch is stuck. Once the switch is closed, it will fall down by itself under the action of gravity without human action.

With a bang, the heavy glass window directly hit the female ghost's finger.

If it was a living person, it would have swelled up by now.

The female ghost paused and stretched her fingers, as if she wanted to pull them out.

But her finger was swollen from the soak, and when she pulled it back, the flesh was tightly stuck, but she couldn't take it back no matter what.

Seeing that she finally calmed down, Fang Yi also curled his lips, and continued like singing: "We got together because of destiny~ Helping each other until we grow old~ It's not easy~~"

The windows jammed tighter.

The ghost seemed to be getting impatient, and the frequency of hand-twitching movements increased, and the range also became much larger.

The female ghost couldn't come in for a while, but when the window was closed, the oily smoke in the room became bigger.

Fang Yi also felt that the smell of cooking permeated his whole body at an accelerated speed, and was shrouded in smoke, ignoring the smell of cooking inside, it was like being in a fairyland.

She tugged at her clothes in distress, thinking about how long it would take to soak for a while to get rid of the smell of oily smoke all over her body.

Anyway, the clothes have to soak overnight.

There are a lot of thoughts in my mind, but it is only a momentary thing, and Fang Yiyi's little song has never stopped.

As if in response, a golden light suddenly burst out from the gap in the window.

Fang Yiyi didn't pay attention at first, but the female ghost became agitated. She couldn't pull back her hand, so she just bumped her head against the glass, and the glass was covered with blood and tears on her face.

The whole window shook.

Fang Yi also heard the sound, turned around and saw that there seemed to be LED lights installed in the cracks of the window, and the golden light burst out, reflecting the female ghost's ferocious face.

The female ghost slammed her face against the window persistently, almost flattening her face.

Fang Yiyi frowned slightly, and wanted to go over to have a look. Just as he took a step, the female ghost let out a roar, sprayed out some mud mixed with egg liquid and blood, pulled hard, and the window closed with a 'click'.

Three blue and swollen knuckles fell from the window into the room.

The golden light from the gaps in the windows was tightly covered as the windows fell.

Fang Yiyi: "..."

She looked at the beating knuckles like a small fish just out of water, and felt a headache.

Her dial wasn't here, her lighter wasn't there, and she couldn't make her knuckles disappear immediately.

But jumping around like this, it's easy to miss, so it's troublesome. She doesn't want to open the rice vat and find ghost fingers in it when she cooks by herself.

After much deliberation, Fang Yiyi painstakingly took off the transparent lid of the electric heating pot from the pot where the tomatoes were cooking, and fastened it on three knuckles with the intention of buying another pot lid.

The four knuckles were not convinced, and stubbornly drilled around under the lid of the pot, but it seemed useless.

Because of the female ghost, Fang Yi also decided not to open the window for the time being.

After making sure that the three knuckles could not be struggled, Fang Yiyi started to concentrate on cooking, and the dishes were fried in a short while, and she put them on the plate. There was no soy sauce in the tomato pot, so she didn't brush it, just poured water and mixed it. Cooked noodles with tomato soup, brushed the other pot briefly, added water and put it in a steamer, washed two palm-sized potatoes, and steamed them.

Then Fang Yiyi sighed when he realized that there was no lid on the pot, and removed the steamer again, and put the potatoes directly into the water.

Look at the ground from time to time.

The lid of the pot covered the fried tomato fruit, and there was tomato grease on it. It was rubbed by the knuckles, and the blue-gray knuckles were stained red, like a prank cake of a high-end pastry chef.

Fang Yi also washed his hands, watching the flowing water with bubbles, his brain began to think.

Why is there such a thing as a female ghost in the place where Maoshan Taoist priests live?

Fang Yi also felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

And this female ghost climbed up the window before she felt a trace of coldness, which was different from usual.

As early as she couldn't see ghosts, when she first met Li Ting, although she didn't know what it was, as long as she got close, she could feel the chill that was frozen to the bone even from a long distance away.

And since meeting Li Ting, she has become more sensitive to ghosts and can accurately sense the location of ghosts.

The kitchen is not big, and the distance from the induction cooker to the window is only two steps. If you take a longer step, you can reach it in one step.

Only at such a close distance did she have such a faint awareness.

This is not normal.

Not only that, but her sect seems to be abnormal.

Leaving others aside, Qiu Weiwei, her senior sister, has a different mind from others.

Not like a ghost or anything.

It just... gives people a sense of mental retardation.

She seems to be a little girl who is eager to show off and elevate herself. She is arrogant and arrogant in front of the imaginary enemy, but her thinking is simple and her brain circuits are so innocent that she becomes a green tea.

It's also very cheap, fifty cents and two catties, the kind of money-losing liquidation sale.

What kind of growth environment can raise such a character?

Fang also couldn't understand it.

Fortunately, it is in the mountains, if it is released outside, it will not be beaten to death.

The two things are independent, but they are very intriguing when connected.

Fang Yi also vaguely felt that there was some connection, but she couldn't figure it out, so she gave up thinking about it, and decided to ask Li Ting later to save herself some brain cells.

There was a gurgling sound of boiling water from the pot, Fang Yiyi put the noodles in and stirred them a few times with a spoon to prevent them from sticking.

She was so focused on her movements that she didn't notice that a long knuckle under the pot lid suddenly pushed the cap of the pot lid down, and then the knuckle flew out instantly, hitting Fang Yiyi's back shoulder straight In the flesh.

There was a sharp pain in Fang Yiyi's shoulder, the spoon fell into the pot, her whole body was crooked, and she fell forward uncontrollably, almost plunging headfirst into the pot.

Fang Yiyi hastily supported the stove with his hands, and the water surface a few centimeters away from his face was boiling with blisters. The tiny drops of water were stirred out and hit his face, which was very hot and painful.

She knew that she had been careless for a while, endured the pain, gritted her teeth, and the moment the sound of breaking the air came from behind her again, she slumped on the ground as if she lost her strength, and the remaining knuckles flew into the air, unable to hold back the force , actually fell into the boiling noodles, and immediately swelled even more, like a fish that lost its life, floating on the water surface, letting the air bubbles move them back and forth.

Fang Yiyi was in a very bad condition. She tried to stand up with the help of the stove, but the knuckles on her back shoulders were still moving, and she could even clearly feel the position of the knuckles. The blocking momentum drilled deeper.

Fang Yiyi felt cold all over, she closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and didn't make a sound, she crawled on the ground and crawled towards the glass door.

Every step engages the muscles, and with every muscle stretch, the knuckles go deeper.

Fang Yiyi wasn't even sure if she could push the door open with her current strength.

Just when she was about to touch the glass door, the door swung and was pulled open from the outside.

A pair of shoes barely covered by a red skirt broke into sight.

Fang Yiyi struggled to raise her head to look at the big red retro dress, which was made of exquisite materials. From Fang Yiyi's angle, she could only see the complicated dark patterns on it. She knew it was Li Ting, but she couldn't see it when she looked up. Qing Li's listening face.

Fang Yi was also a little flustered, she stretched out her hand to grab the material, like a drowning person grabbing a floating straw, holding it tightly, the material was even wrinkled into ugly folds by her, Fang also didn't notice it, The other hand followed closely behind, pulling Li Ting, trying to lift himself up, to look at Qing Li Ting's face.

She was not conscious, and the harder the shoulder muscles were pulled, the deeper the knuckles in the shoulder penetrated.

Suddenly, the right hand lost control, suddenly broke away and fell to the ground.

Fang Yi was also in a daze. She glanced at her arm and tried to move it, but found that this arm had completely lost contact with her.

like a decoration.

However, compared to this, what made her feel more uneasy was what she was thinking about, Li Ting's face.

"Sister..." Fang Yiyi yelled in a low voice, with a cry that he didn't realize.

Because she lost consciousness, she didn't know that her right hand had been held by Li Ting.

Only when he raised his head again, in the confusion, Li Ting's face became much clearer.

"Sister!" Fang Yiyi firmly grasped the collar of Li Ting's chest with his left hand, and led him forward to get a better look.

Her vision is beginning to blur now, and there are many small bug-like things floating in front of her eyes, lingering and obstructing her vision.

Li Ting was still held by her, holding Fang Yiyi in her arms, stood up, and coldly glanced at the squeezed and distorted face outside the window.

In the small kitchen space, a cold and tyrannical atmosphere swept over in an instant. The terrifying coercion caused the glass to burst instantly from the inside out. Pots, pans and pans fell to the floor. The female ghost fell heavily on the ground, and the porcelain pieces pierced into its skin, like a dehydrated mummy, leaving black holes one after another.

Only when the face was pierced did bright red blood flow out.

The female ghost's neck twisted into an abnormal arc, and she looked up at Li Ting. The whites of her eyes were filled with blood and tears, and the edges were all bloody. Everything has the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and this one in front of it makes it feel scared.

Li Ting stared at her, her pupils were filled with naked/bone killing intent, her eyes narrowed slightly, and the tiles all over the floor immediately flew into the air, like bullets, shooting directly at the female ghost in all directions and, accompanied by a sharp piercing through the air With a sound, the female ghost was instantly wrapped in broken porcelain pieces, and the tip of the porcelain pieces pierced into the skin, standing up neatly and densely, disgusting and terrifying.

Li Ting hugged Fang Yiyi with one hand, and waved his sleeve in a semicircle in the air. The female ghost's body that just got up fell heavily on the ground, making a sound of fear, and Dong Dan couldn't hold a finger.

Li Ting looked at the female ghost as if she was looking at an overwhelmed insect. Three seconds later, she smiled coldly, hugged Fang Yiyi and left.

In the bathroom filled with warm water, Fang Yiyi's eyes were closed, his breathing was unsteady, and he was placed in a sitting position with his back facing Li Ting, his head was drooping, his body temperature was frighteningly high, his consciousness was in a trance, and he was in a half-dream and half-awake state.

Li Ting put his fingers on the edge of the blood hole on her right shoulder and looked carefully.

First, he washed the wound with warm water, then stretched out his fingers, and poked in along the bloody hole.

The familiar body temperature instantly enveloped her fingers.

Fang Yiyi's body tensed up all of a sudden, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips let out a few muffled groans, and the blood from the wound couldn't stop flowing out.

Li Ting frowned, her movements didn't stop, she didn't even hesitate, she poked in through the hole drilled by the ghost's knuckles, and the other one went up from the back of the waist to wrap around Fang Yiyi's body to prevent her from moving around.

Li Ting's fingertips touched the dirty and cold object when his whole finger was about to sink in.

Li Ting's eyes darkened, and he didn't take it out, but the knuckles released faint blue fireworks, directly in Fang Yiyi's flesh and blood, saying that knuckle was burned to ashes.

Severe pain collided with the nerves.

Fang Yi also trembled, and finally couldn't control his screaming.

The pitch suddenly rose, and in less than a second, it seemed as if he lost his voice, and his throat sucked 'Hehe'.

Li Ting gently patted Fang Yiyi's face comfortingly, his chin resting on the shoulder socket of the side of her shoulder that was intact, and the ghostly aura around her wrapped Fang Yiyi tightly from head to toe.

Seeing that Fang Yiyi seemed to have stabilized, she quickly withdrew her finger.

Severe pain came together, overwhelming, Fang Yiyi flicked his whole body, the blood on his shoulder flowed out like a faucet turned on, bringing out black ashes, the water in the bathtub turned into a light pink.

"It's okay." Li Ting comforted in a low voice, in his black jewel-like eyes, there was a heartache that he hadn't even noticed.

Early the next morning, Zhu Yeshu knocked on the door in a hurry.

The one who came with him was a middle-aged man carrying a quaint medicine chest.

'knock knock'

Three times later, the door knocker turned, and the sound of the door beam hitting the wood was heard clearly. The door opened, but there was no one behind.

It was as if the door opened by itself.

Zhu Yeshu and the middle-aged man hurried in with their usual expressions.

Push open the door and go straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom door opened a crack, and when they approached, the door moved again by itself.

Zhu Yeshu walked in, and the middle-aged man followed behind him.

Li Ting sat on the edge of the bed, watching them blankly, on the bed was Fang Yiyi with a pale face.

Fang Yiyi's lips were blue, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling on his forehead. Even in a coma, his brows were tightly knit.

"What's going on?" Zhu Ye wrote with a stern expression and an anxious tone.

Li Ting looked at him and smiled mockingly, "You don't know what's going on?"

"This... Fuhe, come and take a look." Zhu Yeshu took half a step back to make room, and a middle-aged man came up to him. His expression was equally serious, and he put the box on the bedside table , bullied her forward, but was stopped by Li Ting.

Li Ting's tone was dangerous: "Who are you?"

Zhu Yeshu explained: "He is my close friend, Zhou Fuhe, a Chinese medicine practitioner in the town."

Li Ting frowned and looked at him: "Are you looking for a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Zhou Fuhe backed away, stood up straight, bowed to Li Ting and said, "Hello Miss Li, next week, Fuhe is a mountain doctor who knows a little bit about Qihuang. My father is Zhou Wensheng."

Li Ting took another look at him, then withdrew his hand, no longer obstructing him.

She knew Zhou Wensheng that the famous ghost hunter ten years ago was said to have been a doctor in his ancestors. Apart from catching ghosts, he also liked to dance to the gods to solve some diseases such as cerebral palsy and disability caused by being suppressed by ghosts.

However, he died early, as if he had too many enemies, and lived on a deserted mountain, and was hacked to death at home by criminals, his death was miserable.

Zhou Fuhe first lifted Fang Yiyi's eyelids and took a look.

The eyes that are usually black and white, now seem to be covered with a thick layer of gray, cloudy and lifeless.

Zhou Fuhe opened the box, took out a porcelain bottle, fed the liquid inside to Fang Yiyi, and then touched the edge of the quilt with his hand, as if he was about to lift the quilt.

A jade-like hand held him down.

Zhou Fuhe looked at the owner of the hand.

Li Ting looked back at him, but didn't speak.

Zhou Fusheng raised another porcelain bottle and said, "Give her the medicine."

"I'll come." Li Ting raised his chin slightly, indicating the direction of the door: "Go out."

Zhou Fuhe: "..."

Zhu Yeshu suddenly remembered the relationship between Li Ting and Fang Yiyi, pulled Zhou Fuhe and said, "Let's go, let's go out first."

Having said that, Zhou Fuhe had no objection, he handed the porcelain bottle to Li Ting: "Sprinkle all over." After speaking, he followed Zhu Yeshu and walked out.

Li Ting sat on the bed, motionless.

Zhu Yeshu and Zhou Fuhe went out, but the door closed by itself.

The force was not small, which frightened Zhou Fuhe and almost squeezed his feet.

Zhou Fuhe had lingering fears: "Are all the little girls these days so bad-tempered?"

Zhu Yeshu pondered: "It should be Li Ting..."

As the words fell, the book on the decorative cabinet next to it fell to the ground with a 'slap'.

Zhu Yeshu: "..."

Zhou Fuhe: "..."

Zhu Ye wrote: "The female ghost who hurt people seems to be still in this room, let's go and have a look."

Zhou Fusheng added: "In the kitchen."

The two are well-known in the world of metaphysics. It is not difficult to locate a ghost, not to mention that the female ghost is not very skilled, and the kitchen is connected to the living room, which is open. To a mess.

It's hard not to notice.

They originally thought that the female ghost was simply trapped, but they never expected that there was a powerful barrier on the female ghost.

The strength of this enchantment, if converted into the weight of a real object, can crush a truck.

Without a 5000-year Taoism, it will never be released.

And not necessarily at full strength.

Zhou Fusheng and Zhu Yeshu looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.

The ghosts who have practiced Taoism for 5000 years, if they confront each other, the best ending is nothing more than fighting to the death together.

And this enchantment, except for Li Ting, no ghost can release it.

That is to say, Li Ting, a ten-year-old imp, has had no less than 5000 years of Taoism in such a short period of time.

What does this mean?

The problem can only lie with Fang Yiyi.

Originally, he just thought that he had picked up an apprentice who would inherit the mantle, but he never expected that this apprentice would have such an identity.

The two were speechless for a while.

After a long time, Zhu Yeshu smiled: "I found a treasure."

Zhou Fusheng shook his head and sighed: "It's enviable."

Since they were still at other people's homes, it was inconvenient for the two of them to talk too much, so they started to get down to business.

It took a lot of effort to remove the barrier, and the female ghost under it was released and moved, but the condition was very bad, the broken porcelain had completely sunk into the skin, this ghost was inhuman, and was about to be crushed Flattened.

The female ghost's face was covered with blood, she twisted her neck and looked at them angrily, unable to do anything.

Suppressed by the coercion of the same kind, it just moved its neck, and it felt like it was being twisted off.

Zhu Yeshu was taken aback, and he made a symbol on the back of the female ghost's neck.

Zhou Fusheng also saw it.

"This is?" Zhu Yeshu took two steps forward, stepped on the mess, held the female ghost's head, and looked at the symbol carefully.

Zhou Fusheng sighed and said, "No wonder Miss Li is so angry. It turns out that this ghost is domesticated, and it's still in your territory." He glanced at Zhu Ye's book with a half-smile, and his tone was gloating: "How are you going to get along with me?" Is your apprentice apologizing?"