"Huh~~~"

A gas mass filled with red aura emerged, and I hurriedly took a few steps, pinched my left hand and held a sword in my right hand. The atmosphere in the field suddenly became a little more serious. Mr. Tang, who was looking at him from afar, was so scared that his face turned pale and his whole body was trembling and restless.

But after waiting for a long time, no strange phenomena appeared in the porcelain jar again. Could it be that the Taoist practice of that thing is higher than mine? It is actually dragged it wide at this moment...

I took two steps forward cautiously, frowned and looked at it, and immediately shouted in surprise: "It's weird."

"What's wrong?" Mr. Tang screamed in surprise and said quickly: "Mr. Chuqi, then, there are really ghosts in there."

I tilted my head and looked again, then shook my head, put away my peach wood sword, and said, "There is nothing inside, it's... empty."

Mr. Tang walked forward in confusion, stretched his head and looked at it tremblingly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's true that there is nothing, Mr. Chu Qi, what's going on."

I pondered for a moment and said, "Since the seal has become a false one, it is natural that it will run out, but where will that thing go."

After saying that, I turned around and looked at Mr. Tang suspiciously. Mr. Tang looked shocked and asked quickly: "Yes, yes, where will you run?"

I wandered around the porcelain jar again, then left the porcelain jar, and wandered around the living room. I didn't know that while I was wandering around, I had quietly opened the sky eye. If that thing was still here, I would definitely leave some clues. At least, I couldn't escape my eyes.

There is a long corridor in the inner room leading to the inner courtyard. According to Mr. Tang’s accompanying him, the inner courtyard is where Mr. Tang lives. He is old and likes to be quiet. His son and daughter-in-law usually live on the second floor above the living room. The little grandson is Mr. Tang’s heart. So whenever his grandson comes back, Mr. Tang will clean up a house on the side of the inner courtyard for his grandson, and will be taught by Mr. Tang personally.

I smiled and said, "Does his parents care about him?"

Mr. Tang smiled bitterly and said, "They don't have time to care about it. My son is the deputy captain of the archaeological team and runs around all day. In addition to being a temporary consultant, he can also occasionally see his son. Even his daughter-in-law rarely sees others. They are not suitable to educate my baby grandson. So my old man's only wish is to educate my baby grandson to become a pillar of the country. Alas, what a happy family he used to be, but now..."

Seeing Mr. Tang stopping, I didn't ask any further. The Tang family has undergone a huge change recently, and there is no happiness at all.

After checking the inner courtyard, there was no strange smell. Then, I returned to the living room, looked up at the stairs upstairs, and said, "Old Tang, where is your son and daughter-in-law living now? Aren't they coming back?"

Mr. Tang said with a sad face: "What are you going to go back? The family has been like this. Besides, I don't want them to get involved, so I asked them to live outside. Mr. Chuqi, do you also want to check it upstairs?"

"Yeah." I nodded without any compromise and said, "If possible, I want to see them as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Mr. Tang's face changed. Perhaps he realized something, so he hurriedly signaled me to go upstairs to check,

Step by step up the stairs, and with each step, it seemed as if the weight under my feet would rise a little out of thin air. At this moment, the air around me gradually became solemn. Finally, when I reached the top of the stairs, I sensed the scent that had disappeared.

Taking up the peach wood sword, I rushed to the second floor quickly, with two rooms on both sides, and there was a small door in the middle. The three doors were neatly closed. I paused and gently pushed open the door on the left...

This is an elegantly decorated bedroom, and every piece of furniture is kept very clean and tidy, but there is a little strange thing about these curtain sheets...

At this time, Mr. Tang also came up and was surprised to me: "Xiaohao and Lu Hui don't like red very much. Why... Why are the rooms all replaced with red decorations? And I have never seen them before. People nowadays... are getting more and more unpredictable."

"Red..." My heart trembled, and I looked back at Mr. Tang quickly and said, "When was the last time your son and daughter-in-law left this room?"

Mr. Tang thought for a moment after hearing this and said, "It's not long before, I went to Qingchuan County to visit Mr. Qi a few days ago, so they moved out. In this way, it should be more than half a month. Why, Mr. Qi, is there any problem with this room?"

"No." I gritted my teeth and said, "They have never left here. If Mr. Tang doesn't believe it, you can ask the archaeological team where your son is."

Mr. Tang opened his eyes in horror, opened his mouth, but could no longer speak, and hurriedly turned around and went downstairs...

An hour later, as soon as I put down the teacup in my hand, Mr. Tang came back in a hurry. As soon as he met, Mr. Tang shouted in surprise: "The Institute of Archaeology has confirmed that Xiaohao has not been there for more than half a month, and he also thinks that I want people. Moreover, the leaders in Lu Hui's factory said that they had never met Lu Hui for work. What's going on?"

"Pu"

I couldn't stop, and my fingers accidentally knocked off the teacup and threw it on the ground, making a heart-shaking sound. I didn't care about the ground, looked up at Mr. Tang, and said in a heavy voice: "Old Tang... you, you have to be a little mentally prepared..."

Hearing this, Old Tang trembled all over and his eyes quickly rosy. He understood what I said. Yes, if it was exactly what I expected, Mr. Tang's son and daughter-in-law should have... not right. There should be one who has not had any problems yet, otherwise there would be no bloody breath in the room. Could it be that he was borrowed from his body?

If that's the case, this is a bit tricky...

The blood-bearing body is no better than an ordinary body collision. The ghosts that have been sacrificed and refined, whether they are hostile or resentful, will even increase their strength. The so-called power of nine oxen and two tigers is even more than that.

Old Tang collapsed on the chair with his butt, and said in a choked voice: "This is really a sin... Woo... Mr. Chuqi, is my son and daughter-in-law really killed by that thing?"

I couldn't bear to hit Mr. Tang again, and thought for a while and said, "At least there is nothing wrong, but life is still hanging on the line. If life is gone, even if you watch, you are not your real son. It may be destined to have this great disaster in your family. But since I have taken care of this matter, I must destroy the evil spirits and let those who have died in peace."

Mr. Tang clenched his fists tightly and said, "Mr. Chuqi, tell me, what should I do to avenge my relatives? I will listen to you."

I looked at Mr. Tang in surprise. He was blinded by hatred now. I didn't say anything more. I knew that even if I said it out loud, I could not resolve the anger in his heart. I helped him not to avenge him. As soon as the so-called revenge was said, a bad cause was planted in the dark. I accidentally saw Mr. Tang's three yang fires, which were extremely weak. I suddenly realized that the reason why blood did not harm Mr. Tang was... it was his life span...

If the deadline for a person is approaching and he is dead, there must be a record in the underworld. Ordinary ghosts dare not act without any action. Even if they are bloody, they have to consider how much they are. So Mr. Tang can be safe and sound until now. Seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh. This Mr. Tang is really unlucky...

Seeing that I kept looking at him without saying a word, Mr. Tang asked a little discomfort: "Mr. Chuqi, what's wrong?"

I hurriedly withdrew my gaze and shook my head and said, "It's nothing. Now we have to find a way to determine whether your son is still alive. If he is still alive, it means that the bloody Taoist practice is still unsuccessful. Just introduce it into the jar and cast spells to kill him."

Mr. Tang said anxiously: "How to do it, how can we lead the blood into the jar, and how to arrange this jar."

Actually, when I said this, I already had an idea in my mind, but this idea is too bold, and it may be risky, and it may even cost someone a life if I don’t do it properly... In order to kill evil spirits as soon as possible, I am afraid this idea is the only feasible way.

PS: Today's first chapter is released, and there are three chapters later. I promised to make up for yesterday's update, so today is at least four chapters. Friends who have Huahua Piaozhao Piao please vote for the investment. Thank you.
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