Although he had personally beaten his second son out of the house with a kidnapper, when it comes to going to his younger son's house with three strangers in the middle of the night, Old Man Guo still has to call his second son. It seems that the old man does not trust these three kind-hearted people of unknown origin.

When I opened the door and entered the house, a feeling of familiarity immediately surged into Zhang Guoyi and Zhang Yicheng's hearts. The only house in the world that is worse than Guo Mingzhong's house is probably Zhu Yufen's house. Fortunately, Guo Mingzhong seems to have never cooked in the house. The kitchen stove is brand new, and even the range hood is not installed. Although the whole house is a little dirty, it does not have the smell of Zhu Yufen's family that allows leftovers to ferment.

"Oh? Come on... look at this!" Before I could find it, Zhang Yicheng found a sixteen-open hard-crust notepad from the living room coffee table. When he opened it, he found that it was filled with phone numbers, names, addresses, hospitals and other information. It seemed that it was Guo Mingzhong's "Business Manual" and "Ye Xiaowei..." On the last page with the content, Zhang Guoyi found that in addition to a phone number, there was also a bracket next to the name with a pencil, which read "Look for Li Ming on the 28th". There was no content later. It seemed that this "Ye Xiaowei" was the last person Guo Mingzhong contacted before he became ill.

"Is this the girl in the photo?" After taking the notepad, Chen Zheng also looked through it and found that Guo Mingzhong's recording style is strange. Many names or numbers are always followed by some inexplicable words. "Look for Li Ming on the 28th" is quite simple and easy to understand. Some records such as "screaming after crossing the bridge", "one, two, three", and "you can't pass without putting it" are simply inexplicable.

"Ye Xiaowei..." Staring at the notepad, Zhang Yicheng thought for a while, "Uncle Chen, have you brought that photo?"

"Take it!" After handing the notepad to Zhang Yicheng, Chen Zheng took out the photo from his handbag.

"Old man, give me your car keys, I'll take all the guys..."

After five minutes of appointment, Zhang Yicheng took his "treasure bag" up again, and without saying a word, he took out something, incense burner, peach wood sword, and talisman paper, and put in a large piece of it in a mess.

"Young man, you are..." Chen Zheng seemed a little curious.

"Soul Conjuring!" Zhang Yicheng smiled, "If there are photos and names, you should be able to recruit them. If Ye Xiaowei is dead, then we will bring her soul back. It will also allow her and Zhu Huanyu to form a yin marriage and fulfill your promise. If the soul cannot be summoned, it means she is still alive, which is better. Just find her and you need a few hairs!"

"Bring your soul back?" Chen Zheng's eyes were almost flowing out, "How...how to bring it?"

"Just use this!" Zhang Yicheng knocked the dead jade on the ground with a peach wood sword, "Just use this to 'bone-align' with Zhu Huanyu..."

"This...he...you..." Chen Zheng looked at Zhang Guoyi and looked at Zhang Yicheng again, "Young man, are you sure you are not kidding?"

"Yes..." Zhang Yicheng nodded seriously, "Uncle Chen, I'm very serious! I know you don't believe it. Many people don't believe it, but not believing it does not mean it doesn't exist. You are a typical idealism..."

"I am idealist!?" Chen Zheng looked dissatisfied. It was obvious that the sourness hidden deep in his heart was evoked by Zhang Yicheng's words. "Do you know what the definition of idealism is?"

"I know, the textbook says, I think, so I am here, this is idealism, objectively not valid, right?" Zhang Yicheng did not delay his work while talking, and he used incense ash to circle the ground. "That sentence is reversed, so I am not there, so I am here, and it is also idealism, which is also unfair, right?"

"I... it should be..." Chen Zheng thought for a while, and it seemed that nothing was wrong.

"Okay, let's replace the word of this sentence. I believe that the ghost is idealism, right?" Zhang Yicheng continued to talk nonsense.

"Yes, this is a typical subjective idealism!" Chen Zheng was serious and didn't seem to be joking at all.

"Just like just now, I don't believe that the ghost is not here, it is also idealism, right?" Zhang Yicheng smiled and continued to work hard.

"This..." Chen Zheng collapsed on the spot, thinking that Zhang Yicheng was sent by his enemy to smash the situation? After a long time of twists, it turned out that "traps" were here. This kid will not be simple in the future... "Not that! Your statement cannot be valid..."

"We have no choice but to decide whether it is established or not..." Zhang Yicheng had already drawn a large circle around Death Jade with incense ash, then stepped out of the circle, and pointed at Zhang Guoyi and Guo's father and son, "You all go to the kitchen, Uncle Chen stay!" After Zhang Guoyi and the other three entered the kitchen, Zhang Yicheng pulled up to the kitchen door again and sprinkled a thin layer of incense ash at the door of the kitchen.

"Me?" Chen Zheng was stunned, "What am I leaving for?"

"Hold this..." Zhang Yicheng stuffed the peach wood sword into Chen Zheng's hands, "Uncle Chen, I'll read it, you read it with me!"

"This..." Chen Zheng hesitated for a moment, "I think... let it go..."

"Oh? Uncle Chen, don't you believe it?" Zhang Yicheng was stunned, "Why, don't you dare?"

"I don't dare?" Chen Zheng glared, like a child, and just such a simple provocation method was actually trapped, "You read it..."

In traditional concepts, people often refer to all the strange magics as "spells", but strictly speaking, "law" and "skills" are completely different things:

"Fa" tends to be subjectively driven, and the requirements for the caster's own cultivation are relatively high. For example, the "Yang Soul Method" that Zhang Guozhong once fiddled in Bashan is to move the true qi in the human body to the "pied eyes" of the seven meridians, and then use a sharp weapon to pierce the seven meridians to let the yang energy be greatly discharged. In this way, the person will die quickly, and his soul will carry a large amount of yang energy. Using this method to drive away evil spirits and suppress ghosts is quite a bit like burning the boat to fight poison with poison. However, the premise of casting this method is that the caster must first know how to move the true qi. It is definitely not possible for outsiders to do so. If he does not know how to transport the true qi, it is difficult to kill quickly even if he pierces the seven meridians. Even if he can die, he will not become a "Yang Soul".

"Technique" is different. In Taoist art, the concept of "Technique" tends to be objectively guided. For example, this "soul-summoning technique" emphasizes the operation process and mantras. It does not require very high requirements for the caster himself. It is enough for a living person, and it doesn't even matter to men and women (many "laws" such as Yang Soul Method, which require men). As long as the materials are complete and the mantras are correct, even outsiders can summon the souls.

In the category of "art", soul-summoning can be said to be the most basic and introductory trick. The process is simple and the formula is not complicated. According to Zhang Yicheng's idea, as long as Chen Zheng has the IQ of a parrot, he can recite a complete set of magic spells and formulas with himself, he can basically complete the process of soul-summoning. If you believe it or not, you will be unable to help. The reason why Zhang Guoyi and others avoid it is entirely because the yang energy at the soul-summoning site cannot be too heavy. This group of big men poked this, the yang energy is comparable to that of men's bathhouses, and no soul dares to make do with it.

Halfway through the mantra, Chen Zheng's face turned pale, and cold sweat on his forehead was spreading layer by layer, and his legs couldn't help but tremble. "Psychological effects... are all psychological effects..." Chen Zheng kept comforting himself, and recited two or three sentences. He felt that the peach wood sword in his hand was as cold as the ice sliver under the eaves of the house in the twelfth month of the twelfth month of the twelfth month. The palm of his hand holding the sword seemed to be frozen and numb. A cool air rushed from the soles of his feet to the back of his head. "Psychological effects...psychological effects..." Although even his chin began to shake, Chen Zheng didn't believe in evil, and in the end he simply couldn't even keep his tongue straight. When he recited the mantra, he clucked his upper and lower teeth.

"It won't be such a big reaction..." Zhang Yicheng also felt something was wrong. Although he felt cold all over when he practiced soul recruitment for the first time, it was not so serious. Besides, he was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old child at that time. Although Chen Zheng is not a "boy", he is at least a big man. Judging from his tall and powerful physical fitness, he should be able to pass such a strong reaction. How could he have such a strong reaction?

"Read...Read..." Chen Zheng looked at Zhang Yicheng tremblingly, and the peach wood sword in his hand was almost shaking into the pointer of the seismometer...

"Uncle Chen... Give me the sword... go to the kitchen too..." Zhang Yicheng reached out and grabbed Chen Zheng's wrist, wanting to get the peach wood sword back, but this clench was not important. There was a clang of peach wood sword falling between the incense ash. Chen Zheng's eyes rolled and there was a giggling sound in his throat, as if it was about to be seen.

"Fuck!" Zhang Yicheng was so scared that he even said dirty words. Without saying a word, he slapped the incense ash at the kitchen door and opened the kitchen door, "Everyone comes out, quickly enclose him! Quick!"

"Ah?" Zhang Guoyi was excited and thought that all this was arranged on purpose by Zhang Yicheng. "What...what is wrong?"

"Quickly!" Zhang Yicheng had no time to explain. While signaling Zhang Guoyi and the Guo family to surround Chen Zheng, he took out a small red medicine bottle from the "treasure bag", unscrewed the bottle cap and scratched it and scattered the cinnabar under Chen Zheng's feet. It would be fine if he didn't sprinkle the cinnabar. Chen Zheng's originally tilted face immediately came over, and his eyes rolled straight at Zhang Yicheng. At this time, a gloomy and dull smile came from the corridor outside the door.

"Dad...you...have you heard it..." Guo Yuchun's face turned pale after a moment of pulling, "That voice just now..."

"I heard it!" Although Mr. Guo was also worried, he was much calmer than Guo Yuchun on the surface. "Look at your unpromising appearance! The young man is not afraid. You are so adult, you are afraid of him! Stop it!"

"It's okay... it's normal!" Zhang Yicheng said while taking out the "Dragon Scale" dagger from the "Treasure Bag". "Don't move if you surround it..." Zhang Yicheng raised the dagger with both hands over his head, muttering words in his mouth, "Five-star color, light shines on Xuanming..." At this moment, there was a muffled laughter in the corridor. The reason why it was said to be the sound in the corridor was entirely because the sound was so weird. It made people unable to hear where it was made. It was like hallucination in his ears, and the laughter was dull, as if it was echoing through the corridor.

"It's... again..." Guo Yuchun let go of Zhang Guoyi's hand and wanted to run away, but was pulled back by Zhang Guoyi, "Where can you run?? Come back!"

"Oh my god..." Guo Yuchun was almost crying, "My brother is already like that. I am the only one left in my old Guo family. You can spare me..."

"Those who are against me will die, dare to rush to the end! The knife enters the underworld, and I will be the true sun..." At this moment, Zhang Yicheng said viciously, holding the dagger in both hands and poked it on the concrete ground with a clang. If you want to say that this time, you may have used too much force. You saw sparks shooting on the ground, and the dagger was instantly bounced to one meter away, and a pit about one centimeter deep was left on the concrete ground.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, even Zhang Guoyi, who had always been calm, had a pale face, "Yicheng, why is this thing... so powerful!?"

"Fuck..." Zhang Yicheng held his wrists with his hands, and tears were almost falling down. "It's not that the ghost is powerful, but that the ground is too hard..." To be honest, the move Zhang Yicheng used at this moment is called "sending ghosts into the ground". Lao Liu used it once when he was in Wuling Mountain to cure the "human helmet" of Wuling Mountain. This move emphasizes that the sharp blade must be inserted three inches underground, and the "sharp spirit" can be used to send the resentment into the underworld. However, Lao Liu was on the mountain, the soil was soft, and the dagger was inserted into the ground without much effort.

It was not so easy for Zhang Yicheng to insert a dagger into the concrete ground. The reason why this child dared to do this was entirely because he heard his father Zhang Guozhong say that he had inserted a dagger into the concrete ground in Wuhan, and it was successful. But then again, Zhang Guozhong was Zhang Yicheng's father after all, and he could not describe himself in front of his son no matter what. So he called out that two key details in the entire "knife inserted into a concrete ground" process were also kindly omitted by Zhang Guozhong: one was destroyed by the iron cutting, and the other was that he was fainted...

"Damn... why is this happening..." After moving his wrists for a while, Zhang Yicheng rolled and crawled back and took a closer look. Fortunately, the dagger was not damaged.

"I... fuck it!" Zhang Yicheng's eyes were covered with blood. He really hated his father who was only a little more low-key than the old man Zhang Guoyi. Didn't he say that he could penetrate the cement floor? I used all the energy in my body, how could this happen?

To be honest, at this moment, Zhang Yicheng was not puzzled why the dagger could not be inserted into the cement floor, because he had never tried it before, at most he had just heard his father's vernacular language. What really made Zhang Yicheng unable to understand was the current soul of "Ye Xiaowei".

Theoretically, people who die of illness are normal. No matter how painful it is, as long as they die of illness, no matter whether they have been liberation or not, they should be harmless. They will definitely be summoned and waving away. At this moment, this "Ye Xiaowei" does not seem as simple as dying of illness.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew from the house. The photo of Ye Xiaowei, who was originally placed in front of Death Jade, was blown to the wall. In the photo, Ye Xiaowei stared at Guo Yuchun from the angle of his eyes. Guo Yuchun was originally closed, but at this moment he suddenly remembered something. As soon as he opened his eyes, he happened to meet the photo on the wall. He was scared to the ground, "What's wrong?" He said that the father and son were father and son after all, and saw his son fall to the ground.

Mr. Guo hurriedly pulled it. At this moment, Chen Zheng, who was surrounded by the middle, raised his arm and swung it at Zhang Guoyi for a moment. He said that this was really sudden. Although Zhang Guoyi reacted quickly and raised his arm to block it, the force of blocking it was obviously much smaller than the force of Chen Zheng's beating. Zhang Guoyi was fainted on the spot without even humming, "Ah..." Seeing this scene, Guo Yuchun, who was squinting on the ground, turned his eyes and was simply shocked...

"Old man!" Before Zhang Yicheng could react, Chen Zheng's slap had already swung his hand in front of him, "Oh, let's fuck..." Zhang Yicheng closed his eyes and squatted down desperately, feeling a gust of wind wiping his head and slashing through. To be honest, if he was hit, it would at least be a serious injury of the brain level, and his strength was obviously one order of magnitude heavier than when he hit Zhang Guoyi.

"Come on guys!" At this time, Mr. Guo also reacted, reached out to pick up the stick and hooked Chen Zheng's legs. With a loud shout, he actually pulled Chen Zheng aside.

"Damn, I'm so nb..." Zhang Yicheng was stunned. He heard a long time ago that Cangzhou is a hometown of martial arts, and it is really well-known. With the power of this hook, the old man obviously practiced it. "Dare to hit me, let you try this..." He opened his eyes, but now it is not the time to appreciate the martial arts performance. Zhang Yicheng stepped on Chen Zheng's back with a bang, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the dragon scales and brushed it on his arm, and blood instantly came out.

"Child, you..." Before Mr. Guo finished asking, Zhang Yicheng stood up and waved his knife and nailed Ye Xiaowei's photo to the wall. The cement floor was indeed hard, but the wall seemed to be hollow structures such as prefabricated plates. The dagger with "boy's eyebrows" was inserted into it for more than half an inch. With this, Chen Zheng on the ground immediately became honest. He felt a sudden gust of cold wind in the room blew up a large area of ​​incense ash cinnabar on the ground, and then began to flow out along the gap under the door.

"I want to run..." Zhang Yicheng reached out and pulled out a piece of talisman paper from the treasure bag. His fingertips were bloody and he drew it on the door. Then he pulled the dagger from the wall with force and nailed it to the door with a clang. He then pulled out the dagger with a nail on the talisman paper. He turned around and waved his arm and slapped the dagger on the dead jade. The whole set of movements was like rehearsing. At the same time, he only heard in the room "Yunba sac spring, Sulxingping Wrestling, just like a pride?

"Damn... it's so amazing..." To be honest, Zhang Yicheng himself was also scared. Thanks to Mr. Guo's crutch this time, otherwise it would be a lot of luck.

"Little...young man..." Mr. Guo was sweating coldly and reached out to push Chen Zheng on the ground, seemingly angry, "He... what's wrong with them? What happened just now...what happened just now?"

"It's okay..." Zhang Yicheng's legs were soft and he collapsed on the sofa. He grabbed the incense ash from the plastic bag on the coffee table and covered it with the wound.

"Young man... Is that a ghost just now?" Mr. Guo actually understood in his heart, "Is my son... that the thing hurt me?"

"I don't know..." Zhang Yicheng shook his head, "Grandpa Guo, let me tell you the truth. My father is the head of the Maoshan School of Taoism. I have learned a lot of things to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits. The one your son is probably not a disease. In Maoshan Taoism, it is called "Wansha Tribulation". It should be more than a ghost thing to get infected... Even if it is related to the one just now, it may be just one of them!"

"Ah?" Although I didn't know what the so-called Maoshan Sect was doing, when Zhang Yicheng said that the thing just now should be just one of them, Mr. Guo's face immediately turned pale, "How many others... should be? They all look like this?"

"This..." Zhang Yicheng picked up the notepad on the coffee table, "There are probably as many people as there are!"
Chapter completed!