psychic coffin shop

Chapter 53

"Ma'am, don't worry, this matter is strange, I will stabilize the injury for the young master first and then discuss it in the long run..."

After finally appeasing the anxious Mrs. An, the skinny Taoist had a layer of sweat on his forehead. After inviting all of An's family out, Zihui immediately began to treat An Youyu's injury.

After taking off the shirt soaked in hot blood, Bai Jie's chest covered in blood was gradually exposed to the air. Even in a coma, An Youyu was still very unsteady, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled, and she uttered an unbearable groan from time to time.

"Doesn't make sense?"

After three years of careful conditioning, An Youyu has adapted to this heart very well. He has seen this in his eyes. How could there be such a strong rejection reaction all of a sudden?

The healed knife wound on An Youyu's heart was pulled away again, and the beating heart could be vaguely seen inside. The steaming blood was continuously pumped out with the rhythm of the heart again and again. After a while, the whole bedroom was filled with a fishy smell. .

"Is it him?"

The idea that just popped up was quickly denied by Zihui. He took out the heart and destroyed the soul with his own hands. There is absolutely no reason for him to reappear.

Ke An Youyu's performance...

Before Zihui had time to think about it, he bit his index finger and drew all kinds of mysterious symbols on An Youyu's chest. When the last stroke was finished, the dense lines on An Youyu's chest flashed for a moment, and they burrowed into the flesh and disappeared.The rapid heartbeat gradually became normal, and An Youyu's face gradually returned to normal, no longer pale.

"No matter what it is, don't try to block the way of the Daoist getting rich..."

These years, in order to warm and nourish An Youyu's heart, the An family enshrined him as an ancestor, and An Youyu was his source of income, and cutting someone's source of wealth is like killing his parents.

Zihui found a beautifully crafted scarecrow from the safe, wrote the birthday of the deceased person on the silk cloth with blood, and stuffed it into the scarecrow's stomach.Instead, throw it into the fire ignited by century-old mahogany.

Strange to say, the raging fire couldn't ignite a scarecrow, and even the clothes made of silk didn't show any sign of being burned.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Zihui kept making seals with his hands, chanting words in his mouth, the delicate-looking straw man sat up slowly, and the appearance on his face gradually changed, turning into the appearance of a young fish!

The brows and eyes of the young fish scorched by the raging fire were wrinkled together, and the delicate little face was full of pain, but it couldn't move an inch, so it could only bear it.

"Sure enough, you are still alive, you are really lucky, but this time I will see how you escape..."

Zihui's bedroom is decorated more like an altar, only relying on a few candles and a brazier next to An Youyu for lighting, the light flickers on and off, Zihui's originally slender face is infinitely elongated by the shadow, and the two are like beasts. His eyes glistened in the firelight.

He took off the simple hairpin used for curly hair, and with a strong wrist, the hairpin with a golden tail flame was inserted straight into the straw man's head.

"I don't think you're dead yet."

This hairpin is a treasure handed down from their lineage. It is carved from a small piece of extremely rare dragon-subduing wood, and after countless generations of sacrifices, it is extremely powerful.

The expected fragmented scene of the scarecrow did not appear. Instead, the hairpin broke without warning and was swallowed by raging fire.

"How could this be?"

The accident happened too fast, and Zihui didn't have any time to react, and the straw doll in the fire also changed back to its original appearance, and could no longer detect the breath of any juvenile fish.

"How courageous, you dare to change your fate against the sky. I don't know how many heads you have grown."

"Who!"

Zihui's residence in An's family is a small single-family villa. Usually, few people come to disturb him. Even so, he has carefully set up countless restrictions, large and small. Even so, visitors can sneak in silently. ...

Zihui bounced up from the futon, holding a handful of floating dust emitting fluorescent light, watching the dark corners around vigilantly.

Undisguised footsteps came from the window, one after another, unhurried.

"I don't know which immortal friend came here, but I couldn't go out to greet him, because Zihui didn't treat guests well."

It's disgustingly literary.

Shen Yitang snorted coldly, but didn't talk to him, dragging a broken sword and slowly appeared within the range of the firelight, the orange firelight hit his dreamlike face flickering on and off, making it look a bit distorted.

The heart that had been quiet at first became agitated again because of Shen Yitang's approach, and bright red blood gushed out here.An Youyu's bloody face just now turned pale and dark, like a dying person.

When Shen Yitang turned his head, the three ink-colored talismans in Zihui's sleeves disappeared silently, and the three thumb-thick bugs left a phantom in place, and quickly flew towards Shen Yitang.

Unexpectedly, the three speeds were extremely ferocious, but the man-eating and ghost-eating Huangquan worms crawled obediently at Shen Yitang's feet.Zihui's pupils quickly shrank to the size of a pinprick. These three Huangquan worms were his strongest trump cards. Once revealed, they were always invincible, and they hadn't missed yet, but now...

Come... What is the background?

"Fellow……"

"Yellow spring bug?"

The three little worms at the feet were about the length of a little finger. They were completely black and seemed to have thousands of legs. They switched back and forth between false and real.

Shen Yitang heard from his master that this kind of hell worm is almost extinct in the world, it is extremely difficult to raise, it likes to eat evil spirits, its personality is extremely fierce, it is difficult to tame, and it is easy to devour its master.

I didn't expect that this old Taoist priest would raise three of them. It seems that... still want to use it on him?

Shen Yitang raised his eyebrows, this old thing is really not a good bird, the word "death" cannot be escaped when it is stained with Huangquan worm, and it is the most thorough type of death, because this thing will not spare even the living soul, So there is no chance of reincarnation at all, and it really disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist, I misunderstood..."

"Misunderstanding? In this case..."

Shen Yitang's brows were full of sarcasm, and the silver-white sword light shone like a winter's cold light, cutting his index finger.

Bright red drops of blood oozed out, just falling on the three Yellow Spring Worms at their feet.The originally quiet insects were aroused by the strong spiritual power in Shen Yitang's blood. They crawled restlessly in place. There was a layer of black icicles on it.

Zihui threw out countless talismans and ran away, but he was a step too late, and the three worms left an afterimage on the spot and entered his body.

The falling talismans did not play any role, and Zihui's slender body was instantly covered by a layer of black ice, extinguishing his vitality.