Qu Jian'er looked at the spirit that resembled a cat, a tiger, and a leopard, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.
Xinuo clutched the back of her right hand in pain: "Master, my hand hurts so much."
Master Fan frowned, protecting You Xinuo and remaining vigilant against the approaching dangers.
Taoist priests are also divided into strong and weak.
Ordinary Taoist priests, even if they spend their entire lives, cannot abandon their ritual implements to see yin energy and resentment with their mortal eyes, let alone see the karmic obstacles hidden in resentment or in the human body.
Therefore, Master Fan and his disciples naturally did not see the claw marks on Xinuo's hand.
They could only sense things hidden in the shadows with the aid of magical artifacts, but they could not see them with their naked eyes.
Qu Jian'er waved to them: "I have a lot of experience in handling these kinds of things."
Master Fan was taken aback: "Very experienced?"
At this moment, Qu Jian'er exuded an air of arrogance, as if she wanted to manipulate the world at will.
For some reason, Master Fan believed the other party had this ability. He led You Xinuo behind Qu Jian'er, feeling that the little girl's words were somewhat frightening.
How much experience must one have to dare to say such nonchalant things in a moment of crisis?
Seeing that the two knew their place, they came over.
He knew he could make money from this opportunity.
Qu Jian'er showed the payment code at the bottom of the pot: "One price, 4.99 million, and I'll take you both away safely."
Master Fan didn't think the money was too much; on the contrary, he felt that 4.99 million was too cheap to buy the lives of him and his disciple.
He took his phone out of his sleeve.
The lock was unlocked with the pupils.
[Insufficient balance!]
I heard a smart notification from the other party's mobile phone.
Qu Jian'er immediately said, "I don't support credit!"
Master Fan was in a terrible predicament; all his bank cards were in his wife's hands.
So much so that he only had a few hundred thousand in savings, and he was just about to haggle over the price.
Xinuo tugged at her poor master's sleeve.
Then.
In front of everyone, he dialed a number: "Hey little sister, can I borrow some pocket money?"
The other party: "How much?"
Xinuo: "Not much, just 5 million."
The other person: "Okay."
[4.99 million Star Dollars Received!]
After Qu Jian'er successfully received the money, she was somewhat dazed. These days, even a million is just pocket money.
She secretly marveled: Sure enough, someone as poor as her couldn't understand the world. She made up her mind; she would definitely raise the price from now on! Raise the price!!!
At this moment.
The thing that felt it was being looked down upon roared, and the surrounding magnetic field instantly collapsed.
Xinuo's call was automatically disconnected.
Qu Jian'er brazenly drew evil talismans.
It instantly adhered to Xinuo's hand, using evil to combat evil and healing the boy's injury.
Then, she chanted a forbidden incantation into the darkness, forcing what was hiding there to reveal itself.
Master Fan gasped: "Why do you know forbidden spells and evil talismans that only evil sects use!?"
Qu Jian'er raised an eyebrow: "Who told you that I am related to those hypocritical bastards?"
Faced with a counter-question.
Master Fan was dumbfounded.
With a roar.
The broken walls and ruins emitted a crackling sound, as if they were being baked.
With the sudden change in environment, the surroundings were engulfed in flames, and the glaring red of those who perished in the fire could still be vaguely discerned.
Qu Jian'er was surrounded by a fierce and malevolent aura, and the evil spirits hidden in her resentment rushed towards her madly.
"I didn't take physical form, and that old Taoist priest didn't even notice me, so how could you possibly have?!"
The spirit was forced to reveal itself.
Enveloped in red mist, it vaguely resembled a strange, unrecognizable feline.
After sensing danger.
It retreated repeatedly.
But it had no way out and could only circle around, trying to avoid Qu Jian'er's spells and beatings. Then, it was cornered by the person wielding a frying pan.
The same life-or-death "game".
Master Fan and his disciples were scratching their heads and ears while playing.
In contrast, Qu Jian'er completely changed her style, as if she had rediscovered a long-lost joy.
She relentlessly pursued the spirit, a being powerful enough to shake the entire Xuanmen world, until the spirit had nowhere left to retreat.
The spirit nearly died once again.
As is widely known.
After all things die.
Souls without attachments will fall into the Netherworld Sea to be reincarnated.
Only those souls burdened with obsession, resentment, and hatred remain in the human world.
From lowest to highest strength: vengeful spirits, evil spirits, malevolent spirits, and malevolent spirits.
Only two things were excluded.
One is the immortal zombie.
Secondly, there are spirits and monsters, a kind of "nothingness" that is accompanied by special abilities from birth.
They are mostly objects to which humans have endowed value, transforming fiction into reality and decay into something magical.
Often without gender distinction, known spirits include painting spirits, book spirits, wall spirits, tree spirits, etc.
Each one is a world-class treasure.
Qu Jian'er pressed a frying pan against Lingpo's neck, looking just like an unreasonable robber: "Red Thursday in the coffin market, was it you who caused this trouble?"
The spirit still couldn't believe that anyone could catch it.
It dares to jump around freely in front of people.
However, he was relying on his ability to transform and his ability to remain undetected by ordinary Taoist priests.
Now that its prized skill has been broken, it feels like crying.
Qu Jian'er had only asked casually; she had no intention of knowing the answer: "You won't tell me? Then die."
"No, wait! Wait a minute!"
The spirit transformed into a pure black kitten with heterochromatic eyes, begging the person before it to show mercy.
But who is Qu Jian'er?
Duan Duan isn't the typical fluffy stuff lover.
Upon seeing the culprit, adhering to the principle of "solving it early and going to bed early," she grabbed a pot and prepared to shovel it.
The spirit's movements are just like a lucky cat.
It bowed and saluted towards the winding stream.
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