Chapter 154 The hexagram shows a sign of great danger.

He Wangyao picked up the defensive talisman and almost cried. There was a burnt mark on it.

The other party was right. Something really came just now.

Yang Juntong: "You must protect me!"

He Wangyao was rejecting and collapsed in his heart: "I am at best a bronze who dreams of becoming a king. How can I protect you? I can't even protect myself!"

What if the monster suddenly found out that he was a pure yin constitution that nourished yin and ate him as well?

That's good. The two of them can play poker together in the underground... What the hell! If this goes wrong, there might be nothing left, and there might not even be a ghost to do.

"Stay calm, don't panic, I think we can trust the boss." He Wangyao held the defensive amulet and ran to Gu Xu's door with the box in his arms.

He just hesitated whether to knock on the door, and the door was opened.

Gu Xu, wearing black silk pajamas, rubbed his eyebrows: "Come in, you sleep on the sofa."

He Wangyao was so moved that he almost cried: "Ah Xu, you are such a good person!"

Gu Xu: "..."

No, he is not a good person, he just doesn't want this guy to call Ming Zhuo in the middle of the night.

He Wangyao lay down on the sofa skillfully, but Yang Juntong looked at Gu Xu's back thoughtfully.

"Are you scared? Get back into the bracelet!"

Yang Juntong didn't dare to get too close to him. Even if he was alive, he could still feel a natural fear of him.

"Do you think I'll look the most handsome at the pajama party after the red carpet event next time, like a rich nobleman?"

Wow, this guy looks so good in this outfit! His skin is so white that it seems to glow! He looks cold, restrained, noble and charming! He wants to wear the same outfit!

He Wangyao: "...Hehe, you really think too much."

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In Xiang City, in a dark room, the girl fell to the floor in a daze.

"How could I fail? This is impossible!"

The room smelled of burning candles. She touched the instruments at hand, the soul-calling bell, the soul-collecting bottle, and the spell. There was nothing wrong with them.

However, soon, she felt a warm liquid dripping on her wrist, one drop, two drops, three drops...

"I'm bleeding? Yes, this is backlash..." She frantically touched her phone and almost cried out, "Master, come and save me!"

In the dark night, someone sighed faintly.

The girl looked towards the terrace and her eyes lit up immediately, "Master!"

The man was sitting on the railing, wearing a white robe that looked whiter than snow under the moonlight. Next to him stood a huge thing that was so dark that her face could not be seen.

The girl hesitated for a moment and instinctively felt afraid of that thing.

"The ghost servant said you failed and came to inform me." The man walked over barefoot, gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, and wiped the blood from her eyes.

His voice was as gentle as a sigh: "How could you be so careless and hurt yourself like this."

The girl blinked her eyes and felt much better.

"Master, Yang Juntong's agent must have hired a very powerful Taoist priest. I'm afraid I'm not his match."

The man smiled slightly: "Do you want me to help you?"

"Can I?" The girl's eyes lit up and she took his arm.

"No, do your own things yourself." The man restrained his smile, "Hasn't the ghost servant been helping you all the time? Try again, maybe you will succeed."

The girl had to sit down and began to try to summon the spirit.

The man sat on the sofa next to her and looked at her with a smile.

There was no light on in the room. The light from the candles reflected on the girl's face, outlining a perfect curve.

But that was all.

"Puff!" This time the girl spat out a mouthful of blood. She felt her life slipping away and panicked, "Master, please save me quickly!"

The ghost servant was not in a much better condition. His whole body seemed to have been burned by something, and his flesh was about to crack.

The abundant vitality in its body was constantly leaking out, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for it to maintain its human form.

The smile on the man's face completely disappeared. He grabbed the soul-collecting bottle, and the ghost servant went into it and disappeared.

He caught the girl's body, brushed his palm over, and the other party calmed down.

"Even the ghost servant was injured like this. Is there such a powerful Taoist priest in Xiang City?" The man said to himself.

He put the girl down, sat down casually on the sofa, tapped the soul-collecting bottle with his fingers, and soon the ghost servant, who had shrunk a circle, floated out and squatted down.

He stretched out his hand and pressed on the "head" of the ghost servant, closing his eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, "What a powerful sword energy, ghost servant, you deserve to lose."

This matter became more and more interesting. He looked in a certain direction from a distance, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

——At

dawn, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The Qingyu card stopped vibrating three hours ago, but everyone did not dare to be careless. After all, no one knew whether the opponent would come back and catch everyone off guard.

The leading Taoist Xuanmiao bowed to thank the two friends who came to help.

Brother Jian hurriedly arranged for several Taoists to rest.

Taoist Priest Xuanmiao took the phone from his disciple. He glanced at the message and was overjoyed. "Taoist Priest Qinglian sent a message last night!"

Several others quickly asked, "What did Taoist Priest Qinglian say?"

Taoist Priest Xuanmiao's face was heavy. "He read our fortune and the fortune showed a sign of great danger."

Everyone felt heavy-hearted. Last night, they had fought against their opponent, but they could only hold on. Every minute they thought the formation would break.

Strangely, Yang Juntong's spirit altar retained a trace of clarity and was never invaded by evil spirits.

Although the opponent finally stopped, the situation was not optimistic.

Taoist Priest Xuanmiao saw the latter and looked a little strange. "But he also said that his fortune telling was not accurate, and there seemed to be a glimmer of hope..."

Brother Jian was completely confused. Was this a good omen or a bad omen?

He was so worried that his hair almost turned white. The fat boy beside him hurried over.

"Brother Jian! That liar, that liar said that Jun Tong's soul is with her! Let's send Jun Tong's real birth date and eight characters!"

He thought more and more that something was wrong, so he secretly turned on his phone and flipped through the text messages for several hours before finding the one he saw when he turned off the phone last night.

Brother Jian: "What liar or not, what are you talking about?"

Taoist Xuanmiao's eyes changed, "This is not a liar! Contact them quickly!"

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On the other side, Luowuju.

After a night of shocking, Yang Juntong almost cried out when he saw Mingzhuo.

"Master! I saw that evil ghost, it's so scary! It's guarding in the incense market, staring at me with a fierce look, ready to swallow me up at any time!"

Ming Zhuo: "Okay, stop crying, it's so ugly, why don't you look in the mirror?"

Yang Juntong couldn't accept it immediately: "Of course I'm not so radiant when I just woke up without makeup, I'm already very good like this..."

He turned his head and saw Gu Xu who had just washed his face and came downstairs.

Yang Juntong: "..."

How could he forget this big BUG? He was muttering to himself, "Is this still a human being?" while quickly flying away.

Ming Zhuo smiled. Even in this state, he still cares about his image. It can be seen that he was not scared enough last night.

Gu Xu: "Are you going to the incense market?"

Ming Zhuo said with a faint look: "Yes."