Chapter 1598 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 8
This clearly shows Wu Yaozu's guilty conscience!
If Zhang Qiao'er moved forward even a little, her soul would feel a terrifying sense of being torn apart.
Upon seeing this, Song Jinhuan tore off the talisman and used the copper coin sword to break the center of the Bagua mirror.
He casually placed a rune on Zhang Qiao'er's back, saying, "Don't be afraid, go inside."
"Won't I be scared to death?" After this experience, Zhang Qiao'er firmly believed in ghosts and gods, karma and the like.
If someone is frightened to death, the young Taoist priest who assists her will definitely be tainted by karma.
Song Jinhuan said with certainty, "No."
"His lifespan hasn't ended, so he won't die."
Zhang Qiao'er felt somewhat relieved.
It wasn't because she was kind-hearted.
For Wu Yaozu, being scared to death would be too lenient.
She hopes the perpetrator's crimes will be exposed and he will be beheaded as a warning to the public.
Zhang Qiao'er walked through the door and found the room covered with talismans.
Perhaps because of the protection of the Taoist priest's talismans on her back, those exorcising talismans had no effect on her.
Song Jinhuan stood guard in the courtyard, idly looking around. If he saw anything that displeased him, he would draw his sword and damage it.
Inside the house, Wu Yaozu's terrified cries became the background music for her various small actions.
An hour later, Song Jinhuan left the Wu residence with Zhang Qiao'er.
The rooster crowed three times, and dawn broke.
When Wu Yaozu was found, he was like a dazed fool, his expression was dazed, and he was limp on the ground.
The smell of urine filled the entire room.
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The wonton stall at the alley entrance sets up early.
Song Jinhuan ordered a bowl and swallowed it whole.
She was starving by the end of the day.
Song Jinhuan swallowed hard, took out three coins from his sleeve, and solemnly arranged them on the table. "Boss, I only have three coins."
Three coins can only buy one bowl.
The shopkeeper laughed and said, "Little Taoist priest, this bowl is for you."
Song Jinhuan's eyes lit up, and she said gratefully, "Boss, you're so kind!"
As dawn broke, more and more stalls appeared on the street, and the noise became increasingly loud.
The wonton stall is getting more and more customers.
The boss was sweating profusely from his work, and by the time he remembered the young Taoist priest, he had already vanished.
In the past, when collecting dishes, I would find a triangular peace charm under the bowls.
The boss's smile widened, and whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that business was better than usual today!
The four members of the Zhang family were released and immediately went to a funeral shop to buy burial clothes and paper money for the dead.
Because the case is still unsolved, Zhang Qiao'er's body is still lying in the mortuary and has not been buried yet.
That afternoon, a ghost messenger appeared in a carriage under the big tree where Song Jinhuan was temporarily staying.
"Is Zhang Qiao'er there? Your family sent you some things."
Song Jinhuan and Zhang Qiao'er fell from the tree at the same time.
After handing the bundle to Zhang Qiao'er, the ghost messenger took out a book from his pocket, turned the page, pointed to a line of text, and said, "Press your handprint on this back."
Zhang Qiao'er readily agreed.
Then the ghost messenger said to Song Jinhuan, "Taoist Song, Lord Zhao asked me to pass on a message to you: bring Zhang Qiao'er into the Gates of Hell as soon as possible. Things are not peaceful lately, so don't miss the appointed time."
Song Jinhuan cupped his hands in gratitude: "Thank you for the reminder, young man."
The night was as dark as ink. From a courtyard in the Wu residence, Wu Yaozu's terrified voice could be heard.
The dense array of runes was useless.
The servants were too frightened to approach.
Wu Yaozu, looking at Zhang Qiao'er who was constantly approaching, said with a fierce but weak voice, "Don't come any closer!"
"Believe me or not, if you take one more step closer to me, I'll make your soul vanish!"
Zhang Qiao'er pressed closer and closer, but with Song Daoshi's talismans protecting him, what was there to fear?
Seeing that he couldn't scare anyone, Wu Yaozu quickly pulled out a talisman from his pocket and, trembling all over, continued to threaten, "Don't come any closer!"
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