"Why are you here too?" Tianshi Liu frowned. "Just in time. I don't know which young man from the Wang family is so desperate. Take him out quickly. I will continue to stabilize the formation and suppress the evil spirit."
Ah this...
Master Pei looked at his senior brother and then at Rong Jing, and was silent for a moment.
Seeing that he didn't move, Master Liu frowned even more tightly: "What's wrong?"
Master Pei: "This is what happened. This is Mr. Rong..."
"What Mr. Rong? When have you ever heard of this person in the metaphysical world?" Tianshi Liu looked at Master Pei with a look of disappointment and shouted, "Pei Yuan, you are at least an intermediate Tianshi, how could you be deceived by a charlatan?"
Master Pei was stunned.
"You guys should get out quickly. That evil spirit suffered a lot in its life, and now it is extremely vicious. Even if I set up the formation myself, I can't suppress it for long..."
"Is it that we can't suppress it for long, or that we can't indulge it for long?" Rong Jing said lightly as he watched the two brothers arguing quietly from the side.
"What do you mean by that?" Tianshi Liu paused for a second, then revealed a look of disgust, "I've seen many charlatans like you. Don't think that this is something you made up when you were deceiving people. If you keep pestering me here, I won't be able to protect you later."
Rong Jing’s answer was to walk straight past him and go inside.
When Master Liu saw this, a gloom flashed in his eyes, and he swung the peach wood sword in his hand, trying to block Rong Jing's way.
However, with a "ding" sound, Rong Jing flicked his fingertips and the menacing peach wood sword was easily deflected by him. The recoil force made Liu Tianshi's palm holding the sword numb.
Master Pei, also known as Pei Yuan, finally came to his senses. He caught a glimpse of his senior brother's right hand that fell beside him and was shaking slightly. He was about to persuade him again when he saw Senior Brother Liu with a sullen face, still trying to stop Rong Jing.
The banging sounds deep in the corridor on the second floor became more frequent and dull. Rong Jing glanced at Master Liu Tianshi who was blocking his way and refused to move, then raised his eyes to a room in the corridor and frowned slightly.
Rong Jing is actually a person who hates trouble.
So his reaction to Master Liu's insistence on stopping him was to simply raise his hand and lightly touch Master Liu's forehead, forcibly suppressing his soul.
Master Liu only felt a muffled "buzzing" sound in his head, the peach wood sword in his hand loosened, and he staggered into Pei Yuan's arms.
Rong Jing glanced at them and said, "It will recover naturally in half an hour."
Pei Yuan nodded hesitantly, carefully half-holding Master Liu in his arms, but still guarding the stairs and not going down.
On the other side, without Master Liu blocking him, Rong Jing quickly walked to the door of the room where the collision sound came from.
The door that seemed very delicate and elegant in the eyes of normal people now seemed to Rong Jing to be filled with boundless resentment. The twisted and sad crying sound echoed in his ears, as if accusing his own pain, and venting his pleasure of revenge.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The collision sounds continued.
Rong Jing reached out, grasped the door handle which was so cold that it seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and gently turned it open.
Then he felt as if there was a huge resistance behind the door, preventing him from pushing the door open.
Rong Jing paused for a second and continued pushing in.
With a "creak" and the "hiss" sound of the evil spirit on the door being dissolved by spiritual energy, everything in the room was finally completely exposed to Rong Jing's eyes.
There was no trace of the formation that Master Liu had mentioned in the room.
Rong Jing lowered his eyes and looked into the room. In the empty room, he saw a young man in a suit kneeling on the floor with his eyes wide open. He banged his head against the floor again and again in an extremely awkward and forceful posture.
A small dark red pool of blood had accumulated on the brown wooden floor. Wang Yizhou's forehead had been hit to the point of being bloody and fleshy, and the white hard skull could be vaguely seen inside.
"Let me go, let me go! Please, let me go..." Frightened cries and gasps continuously came out of Wang Yizhou's mouth. The young master of the Wang family, who was once so glorious and domineering, now looked embarrassed and terrified.
"Hehe..." A cold wind blew through the room for no reason, ruffling Rong Jing's long silver-white hair and blowing open Wang Yizhou's collar, revealing the purple pinch marks on his neck.
It was visibly evident to the naked eye that Wang Yizhou's face turned red, his eyes widened even wider, and his nostrils flared rapidly, but he could not catch a single breath of the air he depended on for survival.
Blood was dripping from all directions. The evil spirit that was toying with, or rather torturing and killing Wang Yizhou, didn't care about Rong Jing's existence at all, and was venting the tremendous hatred in his heart wantonly.
Rong Jing also stood at the door without saying a word.
It was not until the other party's fingertips couldn't help but pinch into Wang Yizhou's neck, and the sharp nails almost cut into Wang Yizhou's throat, that he raised his hand and threw out a few evil-purifying talismans, nailing it into the corner of the room.
The revenge was interrupted at the last moment. The evil and twisted face was filled with strong resentment, and a sharp cry like resentment and weeping was heard: "Kill... Kill him..."
"Is it worth it to lose your soul for such a person?" Rong Jing asked.
The scream paused, and a trace of struggle flashed across the ghost face, and then the resentful evil spirit controlled his consciousness again, "No... Kill, kill him..."
Tears of blood slowly flowed down that face. Rong Jing looked at it for a while, then reached out his hand and wiped it with the tissue that he had put in his pocket at some point.
The evil spirit was stunned, and the evil spirit around him also stopped abruptly.
"It's not worth it to lose your soul for such a person." Rong Jing's tone was still indifferent, his eyes fell on the face that had been wiped clean and finally calmed down.
It was a face that was... I don't know how to describe it.
The facial features were distorted and changed, sometimes they were the handsome eyebrows and eyes of a man, and sometimes they were the soft lines of a woman, as if the souls of several people were roughly mixed together, with a kind of weirdness that made people feel depressed.
Rong Jing knew before he entered the door that this so-called "evil spirit" was actually a collection of resentful ghosts.
The same resentment would have caused them to devour each other, but for some unknown reason, these resentful ghosts not only did not attack each other, but instead merged together, increasing their strength by more than ten times!
But even if they become a fusion of resentful ghosts, as long as the Wang family's Feng Shui formation is not wrong, they still cannot get close to here.
Rong Jing's gaze fell on one of the faces. It was the face of a very quiet girl. If it weren't for her overly pale skin, she could even be said to look sweet and pretty.
Her eyebrows and eyes are very similar to those of Master Liu.
"I'm unwilling..." it spoke, it was the girl's voice.
Wang Yizhou himself had an unlucky fate, and they had finally found this opportunity to take this enemy away, so how could they be willing to stop there? !
"He won't live long." Rong Jing said lightly.
The resentful ghost was startled, and raised a pair of eyes that were obviously from a different person and looked at Rong Jing.
Compared to humans, these dark creatures are much more sensitive to the advanced cultivation of people in the metaphysical world. The young man in front of him looked only twenty years old, with a delicate and cold appearance, and looked like a young master from a noble family, but the subconscious feedback to him was that he was more dangerous than Master Liu.
No, just like comparing a roadside body of water to the deep sea, it makes people feel a sense of fear... and conviction.
The resentful ghost fell silent.
Given a choice, who would want to be torn apart?
But on the other hand, who can be sure that Rong Jing wasn't just trying to coax them?
As if he had seen through the ghost's suspicion, Rong Jing said calmly, "There's no need for me to lie to you."
The resentful ghost that was immobilized by a few random talismans: "..."
It seems so.
"Okay... we won't kill him now." Finally, it was the girl's voice again, "But we will follow you and watch him... die."
When she said the last two words, the girl's gentle voice suddenly became cold and sharp, as if it contained endless hatred.
Rong Jing frowned. He was actually a person who was a little afraid of trouble, but...
"Okay." Finally, he nodded.
He took out a talisman to let the vengeful ghost take shelter, and suddenly several dark red bloodstains appeared on the light yellow talisman paper.
Rong Jing put away the talisman and turned to look at Wang Yizhou.
“…Get out! Bitches, you are all bitches!”
The fear of death almost overwhelmed him. Under such psychological pressure, Wang Yizhou collapsed unsurprisingly.
His throat was hoarse, and he continued to kowtow to the floor, and sometimes he showed a ferocious expression and muttered curses to the person in front of him.
Rong Jing looked at it for two seconds, raised his hand and ignited a spiritual fire, burning away all the remaining resentful and evil energy in the room, then walked over and planned to take him away.
However, just as he approached, Wang Yizhou stared at the wall in front of him and suddenly laughed.
"Hahahaha, you deserve it! Who told you bitches to refuse my toast and drink the forfeit? If you dare to offend Young Master Wang, then you must be prepared for my revenge!"
"You were so beautiful that night... I really regret not seeing you more beautifully."
Rong Jing frowned, but before he could say anything, Wang Boyui's angry voice came from outside the door: "Asshole! What did you just say?"
Rong Jing turned around and saw that Mr. Wang had a gloomy face and walked towards Wang Yizhou step by step with his crutches. "What did you just say?"
Wang Yizhou smiled wildly: "What did I say? Hahahaha! I said they are all bitches! What's wrong with me killing bitches? I'm not wrong!"
"Asshole!" Wang Boyui finally understood what Wang Yizhou had done to bring disaster upon the Wang family. With a sullen face, he used his cane to severely beat Wang Yizhou, but in the end, he stopped because he was too exhausted to do so.
In Wang Boyui's memory, Wang Yizhou was indeed a jerk, but he was Wang Chengming's youngest son, and he already had an older brother who was being trained as the heir, so it was okay for him to live a little more recklessly.
But he didn't expect that Wang Yizhou had become so outrageous.
"Mr. Wang, please report to the police."
A faint voice came from beside him. Wang Boyui didn't have time to pay attention to Rong Jing's words. His lips trembled, and then he nodded vigorously: "...Yes, it's time to call the police."
The author has something to say:
Rong Jing: I never trick ghosts into killing me, because I can kill them whenever I want [cat with a cold and serious face.jpg]
Xie·Forgotten·Xuan Qing: But we can trick (single) dogs into coming in and killing them ^_^ ~
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