Ye Tiandao, "Little Taoist priest, you should quickly find a way to save the writer Zhuang. Since that hairpin accumulates resentment and is causing trouble, it specifies that it wants to avenge mankind. Now it takes the soul of writer Zhuang away, it should be to harm her ."

Li Yuantai nodded, "Anyway, this issuance card will definitely not have any good intentions."

Everyone just spoke, and no one paid attention to Zhuang Mengdie. Xiao Zhang lay on the desk, staring at Zhuang Mengdie’s face for a long time, and suddenly shouted, "No, come look at writer Zhuang’s face. ."

Xiao Zhang's shouting shocked everyone.

The crowd gathered around and stared at Zhuang Mengdie.

Ye Tiandao, "What's wrong with her face?"

Gao Peng frowned, "Yes, nothing unusual."

Xiao Zhang said, "Didn’t you find out? Her face used to be puffed and looks healthy. Now her face is bloodless, pale and pale, so scary, and her lips are gray, she sees Going up is like a serious illness."

Ye Tian frowned, "Yes, when you say it, I also found it. Writer Zhuang now looks sluggish, like a severely ill patient."

While talking, Xiao Zhang exclaimed again, "No, she didn't have dark circles just now, and now she even has dark circles coming out."

Ye Tiandao, "Not only the dark circles under her eyes, you see her hands have also turned yellow."

Xiao Zhang said, "Yes, writer Zhuang's little hands have always been white and tender. Now not only his hands, but his face has turned yellow."

In short, Zhuang Mengdie is changing from a fair and plump young girl to a critically ill patient who looks like a serious illness. In this process, it is as if the same flower is withering and withering rapidly.

Rao is so, the changes continue.

It seemed that every minute she became more haggard and withered.

After Zhuang Mengdie’s skin became pale and then turned into a lifeless yellow, the whole person began to shrink, first the fat disappeared, and then the muscles gradually decreased, the face lacking fat and muscle, the skin became loose and drooping on the face , His eyes are especially big, and he looks very scary.

Despite this, she kept holding the hairpin in her hand, keeping her eyes fixed on the hairpin, motionless.

The weird smile on her face remained unchanged, which made her look even more sullen.

Seeing this, Ye Tian said anxiously, "Little Taoist priest, quickly find a way. If this continues, will Writer Zhuang die?"

Li Yuantai nodded, "It will die. At present, it seems that this hairpin must be wicked and does not want the spirit of Writer Zhuang to return. It intends to keep her spirit in 1997. This hairpin is really bad. "

"What should I do?"

"Don't worry, I have my own way."

Li Yuantai pointed out his sword, chanted the spell silently, and was about to cast the spell.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a crisp sound, the hairpin was broken into two pieces, and a black gas emerged from the hairpin and disappeared into the air.

That crisp sound was like a woman's scream, tingling the scalp.

As the hairpin broke, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly softened and fell on the table.

Everyone was taken aback.

Li Yuantai said in amazement, "Oh, someone ruined the issuance card."

Ye Tiandao, "Ah? But everyone is here now, how can that person ruin the issuance card without showing up in full view?"

Li Yuantai sighed, "That person destroyed the hairpin in 1997. It was not in 2017. That person was not in the same time frame as us."

Xiao Zhang said, "Who is the one who destroyed the card issue?"

Li Yuantai said, "It doesn't matter who destroyed it. What is important is the effect of the destruction of the issuing card on the writer."

Xiao Zhang was shocked, "What will happen to writer Zhuang?"

Li Yuantai whispered, "Maybe life is in danger."

One sentence reminded everyone that Ye Tian stepped forward, helped Zhuang Mengdie, put his finger under her nose for an interview, and was shocked.

"Well, Writer Zhuang has no breath. Isn't she dead already?"

Li Yuantai stepped forward to try his pulse, frowning and said, "Sure enough, I have died. This hairpin is really a black heart. It binds its soul to the soul of the author, and revisits its own story fragments with the soul of the author. I plan to tell her her story over and over again. The advantage of this is that the writer Zhuang can understand all the details of the case. The disadvantage is that the writer Zhuang can only die along with the card and the jade is destroyed. "

Ye Tiantian was shaking all over, "Why did that hairpin do this?"

Li Yuantai sighed, "No one can know what other people are doing. Human thoughts are very subtle, and so are objects. Maybe this hairpin has been lonely and lonely for too long, so I plan to find a companion and accidentally choose the author I can only blame the writer Zhuang for his bad luck."

Xiao Zhang said, "Now that everyone is dead, what should we do?"

Li Yuantai said, "After a person dies, it is nothing more than being escorted by ghosts to the City of Death. We only need to stop her before her soul reaches the City of Death. Okay, I will leave my body here now to chase her. Soul, you must never touch my body."

Seeing Li Yuantai's face solemn, everyone nodded together.

Li Yuantai lit a stick of incense and placed it on Zhuang Mengdie's desk.

"If I don't come back before the incense sticks are finished, you will call my name vigorously."

Gao Peng stepped forward and grabbed Li Yuantai's hand, "Brother Yuantai, in that case, aren't you also very dangerous?"

Li Yuantai sighed, "There are many bureaucrats in the underworld, and there are so many ghosts. How can I buy them all? The danger is not obvious, but it will not go smoothly. Writer Zhuang must have been captured by the ghosts. It’s not easy to get someone in here. Okay, let’s not talk too much nonsense. Everyone pays attention to that stick of incense, don’t let the incense go out."

Everyone nodded together.

Li Yuantai sat on the ground, pointed out his sword, closed his eyes, his soul has gone to the underworld.

Xiao Zhang stepped forward and shouted, "Little Daoist, Little Daoist. Have you really left?"

Li Yuantai still closed his eyes and meditated, motionless.

Gao Peng said, "His soul has already gone to the underworld. Don't touch him."

Ye Tian glared at Xiao Zhang, "You stay aside for me, don't do anything bad, if you delay saving people, I will never end with you."

Xiao Zhang begged to be boring, made a face, and stepped aside.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from outside the window, and the incense stick was blown down by the wind. Gao Peng was anxious and grabbed the incense stick before letting the incense fall on the table.

Gao Peng reinserted the incense and wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, "Fortunately I held it in time, otherwise the incense would fall on the table and it would continue to break into several pieces."

Ye Tian immediately stood up and closed all the doors and windows in the office.