Chapter 194 Do You Understand the Rules?
Ignoring Sanjiu's struggle, Qin Qinsen left a seal on his body, stayed on the place that was originally contaminated by the evil curse for a few seconds, and let out a strange exclamation.
"He's a bit clever. He actually used a peace spell to cover up the evil curse. No wonder he was able to trick me."
Qin Qinsen usually has the habit of casting peace spells on himself, especially after being with Teng Su, spells such as peace and exorcism are free to use.
Lao Jiu stepped forward and kicked the fake Yincha on the ground, saying angrily, "Go, go, take him away to keep his good brother company. It's okay to plot against the Yincha, but he actually dared to plot against Master Qin. He really can't bear to live."
Listening to his colleague's unreliable muttering, Sanqi rolled his eyes and said, "What a shame. I guess the real Sanjiu has disappeared from the world. What a shame."
He said it was a pity, but his expression was extremely calm.
There was no way around it. No job in the underworld was easy. Being replaced by an evil ghost only meant the underworld messenger was incompetent. Even if he did take over, within three years, the outcome wouldn't have changed.
The food in the underworld is not that delicious.
On the contrary, this fake ghost messenger was able to deceive the world and pass himself off as the real one. Although he had external assistance, it could not conceal the fact that he had some real abilities.
It's a pity that he didn't take the right path. If he could join the Yincha team properly, he might become a great help.
Sanqi shook his head regretfully, and put the soul-catching rope around the fake ghost's neck like a hoop, intending to take the ghost back to the underworld and interrogate him for how he had impersonated the ghost.
Lao Jiu mentioned the ghost and was about to leave, but was stopped by Qin Qinsen, "Put on more insurance to prevent any more trouble."
Ten fingers flew, and restrictions flashed with various colors and fell on the soul. Finally, Qin Qinsen patted Lao Jiu and San Qi twice with both hands. "Cast a tracking spell. If he is really that powerful and can escape, you can still find him by following this spell."
The ghost messengers looked at each other, bowed exaggeratedly and left.
It was not until Qin Qinsen cleaned all the places contaminated by the Yin energy that movement came from Teng An's room next door.
Qin Qinsen breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door before Teng An could make a noise, and met his eyes.
"Oh my god! You scared me. You're awake."
so what?
Qin Qinsen's eyes gradually became suspicious. "What do you want to do so early in the morning?"
This guy usually likes to disturb people's sleep. Not only did he catch me red-handed today, but why is there such obvious guilt on my face?
"What's up?"
"Ah? No, it's okay. Come on, let's go downstairs for breakfast."
Teng An dragged people downstairs, talking about this and that. Sometimes he said he wanted to eat North African eggs, and sometimes he asked Qin Qinsen to check Meng Xi's writing so that what he wrote would not be too close to reality and arouse suspicion.
"Just make up a couple of sentences."
In Qin Qinsen's opinion, Meng Xi was a little too serious.
"Well, it was Abbot Su who told Meng Xi to avoid this type of creation as much as possible, so as not to attract evil."
"Your little partner?" After hearing Teng An's words, Teng's father turned his gaze away from the financial news and asked curiously.
"Yes, her name is Meng Xi. My sister-in-law also knows her. She is a remarkable woman who has been identified as possessing a talent for metaphysics!"
Everyone has become immune to Teng An's messy introduction. After translating it into Chinese, they came to the conclusion:
"Her constitution of summoning ghosts makes her easily contaminated by unclean things. Didn't Abbot Su teach her any defensive techniques?" Qin Qinsen frowned. If she didn't know how to protect herself, she would indeed not be suitable for creating things related to the underworld.
Many evil spirits would smell the scent and come over when the creator was immersed in his own fantasy, not to mention that Meng Xi had a special physique, which made him a complete feast in the eyes of many evil spirits.
"She should have been taught, otherwise why would she say it was all right?" Teng An was a little confused. "Wait, she didn't just learn the basics and then come out to write a supernatural story, did she? No wonder she insisted I invite you over. Hurry up, hurry up, she sent me a document this morning and said she stayed up all night to write it."
After hurriedly saying hello to the elders of the Teng family, the two rushed to Meng Xi's house.
"Bishop Su Guan's magic can block out evil spirits, so there should be no problem in the short term. Since she was able to contact you just now, there should be no problem for the time being." Qin Qinsen relaxed a little when he saw the message sent by Su Yuande on his mobile phone, but then frowned again.
"Don't you already have several dramas being filmed and ready for release? Why are you in such a hurry to create a new script?"
"In Meng Xi's words, who knows if this is just a moment of slumber? She needs to take advantage of the fact that her bad luck isn't so severe and quickly write more pension insurance, so as to avoid returning to a semi-banned state and continuing to be poor and destitute."
Teng An kept ringing the doorbell, and the rapid ringing sounded a bit harsh.
"Not awake? That shouldn't be the case. He just replied to my message."
Sighing, Qin Qinsen patted Teng An's shoulder and motioned him to move aside. "See? This is the result of not listening to the old man's advice. Broken."
There was a sound of breaking glass in the air and banging sounds coming from inside the house, as if someone was banging on the wall.
Qin Qinsen did something with his hands, and the tightly closed door unlocked with a click, opening its arms to the visitor.
The room was in disarray, with papers strewn across the floor, a fallen computer, and a tangled charging cable. A sinister aura permeated the air, and the banging of the wall stopped the moment the door opened.
"Holy crap, is this a thief?" Teng An spouted Chinese quintessence, cursing so hard that the evil spirits in the room avoided him. "What the hell is this?"
Just as his finger was about to touch the black and gray airflow, Qin Qinsen stopped him, "Yin Qi, don't touch it. The Yin Qi here is too heavy and has already materialized, so you can see it without opening your eyes."
He turned the talisman paper in his hand, lifted up a corner, and pointed at the tightly closed door inside.
Following the guidance of the talisman paper, the two knocked on the door.
"Meng Xi? Meng Xi, are you in there?"
"Get lost! Don't try to trick me! You wicked bastards, get the hell out of here as far as you can. I won't be fooled!"
As he spoke, the sound of banging was heard again. It was obvious that Meng Xi was pounding the door and walls with something for self-defense.
Just as Teng An was about to speak again, he felt a strange itch behind him. It was as if someone was stroking his back with fingertips. It didn't feel real, but it caused a tingling sensation wherever it touched.
"That's too much. Why are you doing that in front of me?"
Qin Qinsen slapped the evil hand away, and a burning smell and screams came at the same time.
"Ahhh! It hurts! It's so hot! "The wild ghost appeared, covering his hands and jumping up and down, "You, you, you—do you understand the rules? I was the one who liked that person inside first. First come, first served, understand!"
"Do you understand the rules? She's already using a spell to ward off evil spirits and a talisman to exorcise ghosts. What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of the heat?"
As he spoke, he kicked the scratched white paper at his feet. Unfortunately, it was tattered, perhaps from spilling water or something, and it was clearly useless.
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