"High energy ahead (

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Under this extremely horrifying scene, Young General Song Qing slowly pulled out a black thread like silk from the old man's eyes.

As soon as the black line was drawn out, the screams of grievances in the old man’s mouth became weaker and weaker. In contrast, the old man’s original voice began to grow a lot louder. Obviously his consciousness had already been taken. Upper hand.

The black thread was thin and long. After pulling out a section, the messy and intertwined bloodshot eyes that wrapped the old man's eyeballs were pulled up like messy threads and gradually weakened.

Until Song Qing pulled it out completely and pinched it in his hand, the old man's long tongue was recovered, and the black lips slowly returned to their original color.

The dense gloom that permeated the surroundings gradually dissipated with the open car door, and the gloom that trapped Song Daochang, master and apprentice, completely disappeared.

Controlling his own Yin Qi, after the ghost was caught, his body was regained control.

The old man driving the car only felt that his eyes were sore and painful, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

But what made him the most unbearable was the scalp that was about to be torn--

In order to subdue the evil ghost who possessed him and behave on him, Song Qingxiao suppressed him with absolutely formidable strength, and he had never been softened.

He didn't feel much about the fashion of being possessed. At this time, after taking control of his body, apart from the pain in the eyes and the weakness of being eroded by the yin qi, the top pain was the most painful.

The old man hasn't had the habit of cutting off his hair completely, so he put it around his head and covered it with a sweat towel.

At this moment, Song Qingxiao grasped with one hand, almost lifting his entire scalp cover.

Under the stimulation of the pain, the fear of being possessed by the soul and the feeling of weakness and nausea were instantly reduced, and the confusion of consciousness suddenly became clear.

"Lighter, lighter—" He groaned dizzyly, trying to reach out to touch his scalp, but found that his whole body was as soft as noodles, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

He was completely awake from the voice of his words.

Song Daochang had received too much stimulation before, and after a scream, he heard the old man's voice, and he glanced at Song Qing hurriedly:

"Let go."

Half of the old man's body was lifted up like a turnip, and one eye was swollen high, as if blood was flowing out:

"Ah, are my eyes going to be blind?"

During the screaming time, Song Qingxiao complied with the words of the old Taoist priest and let go.

The old man instantly fell back on the stool, shook his body, and almost fell to the floor of the carriage.

If it hadn't been for the old Taoist priest to help him at the critical moment, he would pull him to sit firmly, and the old man would have thrown a big petition.

"Master, are my eyes going to be blind?"

As soon as he was free, the old man driving the car raised his head.

Song Qingxiao's previous movement of grabbing his eyes was not gentle, even if her strength was reduced, it would still be unbearable for an ordinary person.

The corners of the old man's eyes have been torn, and the eyeballs should have been injured, and the blood has been flowing out.

"No..." The old Taoist was a little guilty, but still shook his head:

"Not blind."

He didn't know whether he wanted to comfort himself or comfort the old man. After speaking, he took a closer look, and at the same time stretched out his hand to wipe the blood and tears that flowed down his eyes.

This kind of blood and tears is not very similar to that of Aunt Wu. Song Daochang felt it a bit, but strangely found that the yin entanglement around him had completely disappeared.

The old Taoist's eyelids began to twitch, and soon thought of the black thread that Song Qingxiao had drawn from his eyes.

He almost raised his head with a distorted expression, and he saw Song Qingxiao holding a thin black hair in his hand.

That strand of hair was like a living thing, wrapped around her fingertips, struggling and rubbing, like a squirming tentacle.

"Hiss——" The old Taoist took a deep breath, feeling his heart tighten instantly.

Although he hadn't discovered the existence of this object before due to the limitation of his realm, it was not difficult to guess from his experience and eyesight that this object might be the culprit that caused the previous abnormality of the old man driving the car.

The power of this thing is so terrifying, not to mention the old man, and at the same time, there is extra power to control him and Song Changqing, enough to see its power.

At this moment, seeing the thread entangled between the fingers of the little apprentice, the old Taoist felt that his whole person was not good.

After regaining his senses, he immediately reached out and grabbed the black line:

"Quickly give it to me!"

This is not a fun thing. Maybe it's not just the anomaly of the old man driving the car. Even Aunt Wu's previous anomaly may have something to do with it.

Song Qingxiao didn't use much force either, but the black thread, which was as thin as a silk, struggled no matter how hard it was to escape from her fingers.

She examined it carefully, and the evil spirit on this silk thread was very strong, exactly the same as the black energy that had penetrated into Aunt Wu's body earlier.

A layer of black air lingers on it, with a bitter remnant thought, as if there is still a ray of remnant soul attached to it, screaming: "Let go of me--"

She looked as usual, and at the same time gently twisted the black silk from the beginning to the end with another finger, and the spiritual power penetrated into it, instantly crushing the residual poisonous resentment, and disappeared without a trace.

The black air escaped, and the struggling black thread suddenly hung loosely between her fingers as if she had lost her life.

Song Qingxiao took a closer look and saw that it was a thread that had been twisted very thinly, and it should have been a few years old.

Without the erosion of black energy, this exposed thread showed its true colors.

It is not really pure black, but dark brown, some of it looks like the color that was stained after being stained with plasma, and gradually became what it is now with the passage of time.

"Qing Xiao!"

The old Taoist priest saw her unmoved after speaking before, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. He was afraid that she also had the spirit of the Dao. He sank Dantian with the spiritual power of Taoism and shouted:

"This is not something you can play with, give it to the master!"

Song Qing looked down on him as he was really anxious, and the dangerous aura on the silk thread had been wiped out by her, so she handed it to Song Daochang.

The veteran Taoist took it, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to the previous scene, I couldn't help but feel a little angry:

"You girl, what's the matter?"

The old man who drove the car was very ghostly after being recruited, and his appearance was hideous and terrifying, and it was terrifying.

In the old Taoist's impression, she was the most timid on weekdays. Even people who made her go to the graveyard of Yunhu Mountain to practice courage could scare people. At that time, she didn't know where to give birth to the courage, so she stepped forward to hold the person The old man hugged him.

But it was also fortunate that she had taken this shot to contain the ghost.

Otherwise, the two masters and apprentices of Song Daochang might be planted in the hands of this ghost today, and the consequences would be really unimaginable.

"I think you and the big brother are both entangled, so that's why you shot."

When Song Qingxiao said this, the anger on the old Taoist priest's face disappeared a lot.

"That being said, the situation was critical at the time, and you should still put your own safety first. Both your elder brother and I have practiced, so naturally we will find a way to save our lives."

His expression eased a bit, and after he recovered, he remembered the scene where she tore the old man's eyelids and caught the black line before, and he was a little curious:

"How did you find that there was a mystery in his eyes?"

He pointed and covered his eyes, and the old man yelling ‘ohhh’ asked.

Song Qing smiled slightly and said:

"I think his eyes are swollen wrongly, and they are somewhat similar to the previous Aunt Wu."

After she reminded him, Song Daochang realized that Aunt Wu's eyes were swollen a little bit wrongly before, like fish bubbles filled with water, almost squeezing the eyes into a slit.

"After he was possessed, I noticed something was drilling under his eyelids, and the red blood in his eyes looked like a living thing, so I pulled out the black thread."

Song Daochang heard her say this and nodded:

"You have a delicate mind, it seems that this thing is indeed related to the ghost that controls them."

I don't know if it was out of trust in the little apprentice, he didn't doubt anything, he just picked up the black thread in his hand after asking the reason.

The old Taoist took the black thread and twisted it, first let out a trace of spiritual sense, and then put it to the end of his nose and sniffed it.

The old man who drove the car stopped screaming, clutching the eye that was torn by Song Qingxiao, and staring at the actions of the old Taoist with tears.

"This, is this what just got into my eyes?"

Under the gaze of several people, the old Taoist nodded and said:

"It's like a thread."

But what made him a little strange was that the lingering resentment on the line had disappeared, but there was still a lingering qi remaining, which was enough to prove that Song Qingxiao's previous actions were indeed correct.

He also did not suspect that the disappearance of the ghost was related to Song Qingxiao, only that the ghost might be the same as the female ghost who had previously possessed Aunt Wu's body. It might have been killed by some power after being exposed.

"It should be silk." Song Qingxiao answered.

"Is it obvious?" Song Changqing couldn't help but leaned forward and stared at it for a long while when she said this.

But at this time, the sky outside was dim, and the light in the carriage was even more inadequate. Although his martial arts and cultivators had excellent eyesight, he stared wide-eyed for a long time, but he couldn't see anything at all.

The veteran Taoist glanced approvingly at Song Qingxiao, and when he turned his head to look at his big apprentice, his face was not so good, and he rebuked:

"As long as you want, but not your brain!"

"Master..." Song Changqing was scolded inexplicably, and couldn't help scratching his head a little bit naively.

"From what the female ghosts who had previously possessed Aunt Wu said, their appearance was related to Shen Zhuang, and they were also premeditated."

After scolding the apprentice, Song Daochang still explained to him:

"Shenzhuang is good at growing mulberry and raising silkworms. Silk fabrics are second to none in the country. Almost everyone thinks of silk and satin silk when it comes to Shenzhuang."

Therefore, the black thread in front of us is the ghost of Shenzhuang as a medium of harm, so the possibility that this black thread is silk is very high.

When Song Changqing heard this, he nodded as if suddenly realized:

"Little Junior Sister is so smart!" He was a little proud of his praise, as if he hadn't been embarrassed or irritated by being scolded at all. On the contrary, he was very happy for Song Qingxiao:

"Looking back big brother..."

He was overjoyed for a while and wanted to promise, but he didn't know what he thought of when he was half talking. Finally, he paused, and under Song Qingxiao's gaze, he smiled as if he stopped in a mysterious manner.

The old Taoist lowered his eyelids to block the look in his eyes, and then picked up the dyed silk:

"There is a smell of blood--" he murmured: "Is it related to the massacre that year?"

No one could answer his words. The only Aunt Wu who knew a lot about Shen Zhuang was not awake at this time.

Song Daochang stretched out an arm and stretched out his hand to pull Aunt Wu, who was sleeping on the bench, over.

The strength of the cultivator is not weak, and the fat body like Aunt Wu looks very light under his palm.

He turned Aunt Wu's body, and he saw that her eyes were severely swollen, but her eyelids did not tremble. I wonder if it was because of the death of the possessed female ghost.

The eye socket was narrowed into a swollen seam, and it was covered with condensed blood. Leng might look like a cut open wound.

Song Daochang went to pull her eyelids, but she closed her eyes tightly, and he didn't want to injure anyone, so he tried several times, but he couldn't open his eyes.

After trying a few times, she finally opened her eyelids, revealing her bloodshot eyes.

Sure enough, there are red blood threads in the eyeballs that have bulged out, like a bunch of intricate roots, firmly trapping the eyeballs.

The old Taoist sees more evil spirits and ghosts, and when dealing with evil spirits, he is determined ~ lightnovelpub.net~ At this time, he has to deduct the hint of Yin Qi from people's eyes, and he feels a little unbearable to start.

He thought of Song Qingxiao's clean and neat behavior before, and did not hesitate at all when he did it, and immediately shouted:

"Qingxiao, you do it."

Song Qingxiao leaned over, raised her **** and ring finger to hook Aunt Wu's lower eyelid. The index finger was like a sharp blade, easily piercing the eyeball.

Slightly smelly blood poured out, and the sound of the skin and flesh of ‘Bah Bah’ was torn, and the old man in the car felt his eyes hurt even more.

She reached into her eyes with her fingertips, hooked something, and slowly pulled it out.

After the female ghost flew away, there was only one thing left in Aunt Wu's body. After the wraith spirit was gone, this thread became a dead thing, and it didn't move anymore.

However, in Song Qingxiao's eyes, the female ghost is most likely just a ghost, and the really terrible thing should be this thread.

As long as the black thread is still in the body, maybe one ghost will die, and another ghost will be attracted.

She tickled the black thread, and the thread ‘slapped’ with blood and blood, with some blood beads at the end. The sound made people’s scalp numb. Fortunately, Aunt Wu lost consciousness.

But as the black line went offline, her consciousness should be sober. Under the stimulation of the pain, her cheek muscles were twitching instinctively, and she was obviously about to wake up.

After Song Qingxiao took out the thread, it was handed over to the old Taoist priest.

The veteran Taoist placed the two silk threads in his palms. Except for the silk thread that was just pulled out and the blood stains, the two black threads were of the same length, as if they had been measured and cut.

"It seems that this thing is causing trouble." He confirmed his guess at this moment, and said:

"I don't know how this thing quietly got into Wu Shen's body in advance, waiting for the opportunity to occur, and then blocking our way."