Chapter 166 Devouring People

The ghost friend walked around the house a few times and found nothing worth paying special attention to. This is a very ordinary commercial house.

"It shouldn't be. Although I have attracted some lonely ghosts, they are definitely more than enough to deal with ordinary people." He didn't believe this evil, walked into the back alley and came to the back of the shop: "I didn't expect you really have With some skill, it seems that you already knew in advance that I was coming, so you made preparations early."

The ghost friend's eyes were dark: "But you, an ordinary person, are trying to fight against the ghost cultivator. You are really overestimating your capabilities. I was not planning to take your life, but you teased me. I will use half of your life to repay this debt!" "

He waved his hand and displayed four Hinayana talismans, and a look of pain flashed across his face. For ordinary cultivators, Hinayana talismans were already a rare thing.

"Long water, long water, golden water, three water and one water, called big ghosts, please two ghosts, four little ghosts push their lives, and are pushing down and pushing down. Urgent order!"

After reciting the incantation, the ghost friend took out a handful of ghost coins and sprinkled them into the night sky. Not long after, several vague and ferocious ghost shadows appeared, and finally four shadows who picked up the ghost coins remained.

This just goes in line with the saying that money can make ghosts grind. The ghost friend pointed his hand into the house, and then sprinkled a handful of ghost coins.

The four ghost figures obeyed the order and quickly entered the shop.

"The four ghosts all died unjustly. Although they have not turned into evil ghosts, they are still in the world because of their resentment. You can deal with ordinary lonely ghosts, but I will take care of these wild ghosts with some magic power. How can we resolve it?”

Using four Hinayana talismans was a bit nerve-wracking for the ghost friend. If it weren't for the purpose of stealing the black talisman given by the master, he would not be willing to spend such a large amount of money.

Ten minutes passed, and the ghost friend was walking around on the scattered ghost coins with his hands behind his back.

The night wind blew slowly, and fifteen minutes passed. The ghost friend tightened his collar and squatted in front of the shop in tight clothes.

Twenty minutes have passed...

"There's no movement at all?!" The ghost friend pressed his ears against the wall, wishing he could walk in through the wall: "The ghosts summoned by the four Hinayana talismans can't do anything to him? Does this guy believe in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

He pursed his somewhat bitter lips, and in order to complete the mission of his master and Jiang Chen, he had no choice but to take out the black talisman again.

"The talisman paper is black, and the talisman is black and red. It must be hiding a fierce ghost with deep resentment. Although this talisman is only a Hinayana talisman paper, it is extremely rare." He was a little reluctant to give up. For ghost cultivators, this kind of ghost is extremely rare. Attractive.

"It's almost dawn. We can't make any more mistakes. This time, let me go and investigate first. If the other party is really a reclusive virtuous man, then this talisman doesn't have to go to waste." The ghost friend made up his mind. He knitted his sleeves and climbed along the pipe to the second floor like a monkey.

The curtains were thick and nothing could be seen. He took out a folded white paper doll from his pocket and stuffed it into the crack of the window.

Then, I don’t know what spell the ghost friend used. The villain stood up unsteadily and slowly opened the sheath on the window.

"You are too young to fight with me." The ghost friend opened the window and jumped into the house. He immediately saw the coffin placed in the middle of the room.

"This coffin seems to be able to gather Yin evil, and there are formations drawn on the ground. I feel like I have met someone with the same path." Instead of panicking, he showed a hint of curiosity: "Ghost cultivators like Yin evil, but in This is the first time I have seen a coffin placed in a bedroom. This coffin is thick and majestic and filled with gloomy energy. I am afraid it is not a mortal object. Why did the owner of the house do this?"

"The room is narrow, the feng shui is ordinary, and it's not a treasure trove. Why would he put the coffin here?"

The ghost friend really couldn't figure it out. He was curious and touched the coffin lid with his palm: "The surface is smooth, but it feels sticky with blood. This touch is a bit like the rumored lacquered wood coffin."

Coffins are mostly made of three types of wood: sandalwood, nanmu, and fir, because these three types of wood have good antiseptic properties.

The lacquered wood coffin is not made of lacquered wood, but the ordinary coffin has undergone other changes due to being buried deep in the yin cave or in a dangerous geomantic place. The surface has an extra layer of something that looks like blood paint, and it feels special to the touch. It's like putting your hand into the blood that is about to solidify, hence the name.

"I have been practicing ghost arts for more than ten years, but I have never seen a lacquered wooden coffin. Today, it opened my eyes." He scratched the coffin lid with his palm, as if it had landed on the beauty's skin, and he was unwilling to take it away for a long time.

"This coffin is of immeasurable value. Wouldn't the ghost lying in this coffin be even more rare? Do you want to take a look?" Once this idea popped up, it grew rapidly in his brain like a weed: "Take a look, take a look. Immediately report the situation here to the master after finishing it, he should be more interested in the lacquered wooden coffin than me."

Unable to resist the temptation, the ghost friend clasped the lid of the coffin with his fingers and slowly pushed it open.

It was pitch black inside the coffin.

"Empty coffin?" He leaned down, and as soon as he stretched his head over, a large piece of black hair protruded from the red soil!

Wrap the ghost friend's neck tightly and pull him into the coffin!

"Bang!"

The coffin lid was closed, and in the dull night it was as if nothing had happened.

At this time, I was sleeping on the first floor when I heard a noise and immediately opened my eyes, but I didn't move around. I let my eyes adapt to the darkness first, and then I got up and found the electric shock weapon anti-wolf device from the drawer and took it in my hand.

"Someone came in?"

Bai Qi woke up early and stared at the stairs warily.

I didn't even bother to put on my clothes, so I quietly came to the second floor with my wolf-proof device.

The door was ajar, and when I pushed it open, there was no one inside. Only the window was opened, and the night wind blew the curtains.

"No, I closed the window tightly before going to bed." He walked to the window and looked out, and there were ghost coins flying all over the floor.

"What is this?" There was an origami doll on the window edge. I picked it up and put it away: "Is it the old man's ghost that has returned?"

There was no place to hide anyone in the house, except for the coffin.

I tried hard with both hands to push open the coffin lid, but this time the coffin was in the same situation as in the sugar cane field. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open it.

"It seems that something has entered here again." I called Bai Qi, and I held him and stayed beside the coffin until dawn, but nothing unusual happened again.

When the sun shone into the room, I pushed the coffin lid again, but it still couldn't be opened.

"The evil sect, the fate ghost is still inside, is it planning to rebel?"

I was puzzled, so I went downstairs and checked the surveillance camera on the street corner, but found nothing. I only occasionally saw a black shadow flashing into the back alley.

"It should be the ghost coin that this person threw." There were many people in Jiang Cheng who didn't like me and wanted to deal with me. I couldn't determine the identity of the other party for a while.

"Soldiers are coming to cover up the water and earth is coming. All I can do now is to strengthen myself as quickly as possible."

After returning to the shop and practicing the Miaozhenxin method, I took out from the drawer the Gubenpeiyuan elixir that I exchanged during the last live broadcast. This elixir can regulate breathing, unblock internal energy, relax muscles and bones, and warm and nourish muscles. It is the most suitable medicine for me who has multiple injuries on my body and constant hidden ailments.

"This prescription is too precious to be given to Qianding Pharmaceutical. I need to grab and brew all the medicine myself." Some things can be shared, but some things cannot, especially after Huang Boyuan refused to hand over the scroll to me. , he kept offering money as payment, which exposed his businessman nature.

Leaving Bai Qi to look after the house, I closed the doors and windows tightly, found two thin wires and squeezed them around the window and the coffin, so that as long as the thin wires were disconnected, I would know that someone had touched the coffin.

After leaving Tingtang Road, I took Huang Boyuan's first payment and ran all over Jiangcheng, buying only one or two kinds of traditional Chinese medicine in every traditional Chinese medicine shop.

At noon, I compared the prescriptions and found that I only had yellow snow that I didn’t buy.

After I inquired with the store owner, I learned that this rare traditional Chinese medicine is only available in the drugstore of Qian Ding Pharmaceutical in the entire Jiangcheng.

I had no choice but to take a taxi to the largest traditional Chinese medicine market in Jiangcheng, located near the Bell and Drum Towers in the old city.

This is the place where Huang Boyuan made his fortune. After the listing of Qianding Pharmaceutical, Huang Boyuan built this place into the largest market for traditional Chinese medicine raw materials in Central and South China.

This is my first time to come to this kind of place. The buildings are antique, there is a faint scent of medicine in the air, and several streets are filled with traditional Chinese medicine shops. At first glance, I thought I had traveled to ancient times.

I asked several pharmacies, but they didn't have the medicine Huang Xue. I was walking in the crowd dejectedly when I was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

I turned around and saw a sexually mature lady putting her hands on my shoulders: "Stop talking and come with me."

"Are you...Huang Lan?"