At this critical moment, Zijun's expression changed.
He roared, "Watch out!"
It turned out that the ancient spirit, when it was being entangled by Wang Jing's soul-beating whip and approaching her, suddenly exerted its power.
This ancient spirit actually has a pretty good IQ; it knows how to adapt to its enemy by feigning weakness.
However, Wang Jing's expression did not change upon seeing this sudden attack.
She had already made all the preparations when she brought the ancient spirit to her side.
Although she doesn't have much practical experience, her intelligence is clearly superior.
So before Zijun made her move, a talisman had already appeared in her free hand.
She placed the talisman on the forehead of the ancient spirit, and instantly the talisman burned to ashes.
This is a talisman that Hua Rong gave her. She doesn't know its name, but she knows it's very useful for spirits.
And the ancient spirit began to howl in great pain!
Zijun paused in her movements, and upon looking again, the evil spirit had vanished into thin air!
The entire second floor returned to calm.
Wang Jing stood there gracefully, smiling at him: "Uncle, thank you so much this time."
A hint of doubt appeared on Zijun's face. "What about Ling?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jing smiled and said, "Guess."
Zijun was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "No need to guess, just don't cause any more harm to anyone."
Zijun didn't ask any more questions; everyone has secrets.
Moreover, the spirit was of little use to him.
Wang Jing understood Zi Jun's thoughts, and a malicious thought suddenly occurred to him: if Zi Jun knew that someone could turn spirits into cultivation resources like spirit stones, would she still be so calm?
Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help but chuckle.
Zijun was stunned when she saw this.
Just then, a scream suddenly came from downstairs!
"ah--"
"Master! Master, what's wrong?"
"There is a spirit! There is a spirit!"
It turns out that when the ten-thousand-year-old sound spirit disappeared, all the lights in the villa turned on.
After the lights came on, something seemed to have happened in the lobby on the first floor.
Zijun and Wang Jing looked at each other, their expressions not changing much, though they were quite serious.
The two seemed to know what was going to happen all along.
They jumped directly from the second floor to the first floor, and no one was surprised.
Because their eyes were all on Master Wen at that moment.
Looking over, Wang Jing saw that Master Wen was sitting in a chair with his neck covered in blood, as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon.
His hands hung down at his sides, his head rested on the back of the chair, and he looked up at the ceiling.
He truly died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Masters, as soon as the lights were turned on, we saw the master like this. What happened? Could it really be the work of a spirit?" The butler looked at Zijun and Wang Jing with a look of horror.
The two people looked at him, then turned away.
Wang Jing's gaze swept over everyone: "Didn't you hear any noises in the dark?"
Zijun placed a barrier on the second floor, so the people below couldn't hear anything.
They weren't paying attention to what was below at the time.
They hadn't expected that the ancient spirit would be so weak; both of them were prepared for a protracted battle.
They've stopped fighting, but they don't know how the people below are doing.
Those people below, unable to hear the fighting of spirits, should be able to hear other sounds in the darkness.
"I...I heard it. I think I heard something fall to the ground." Su Tianlian said, her face pale. She was so timid and scared that she didn't dare to look at Master Wen's corpse.
"I heard water dripping on the floor." Su Kugan was a little better, but she still clenched her fists and clutched her skirt, looking quite frightened.
"And me, I think, I think I heard the master sobbing. At the time, I thought the master was crying." Was the last sentence spoken by Aunt Wang?
Wang Jing didn't say anything after hearing their words.
At this moment, Zijun also spoke up, his eyes set on the remaining few who had not yet spoken.
"Didn't you hear anything at all?"
The butler shook his head. "I really didn't hear anything. Of course, it could also be because I'm old and my hearing is a bit poor. Actually, I was paying attention to the second floor. The two masters didn't go there at night, so I guessed there were spirits on the second floor. I was relieved at the time, thinking that with the masters there, there would definitely be spirits."
Wang Jing, standing to the side, said slyly, "You're quite clever. Although we went to the second floor, we didn't say we encountered any spirits. Don't you suspect that someone tampered with it?"
The butler said sheepishly, "I just believe in the master."
His wife, Aunt Li, nodded in agreement: "I didn't hear anything either."
You could tell from the beginning that Aunt Li's personality was somewhat dull.
She usually responds to whatever the housekeeper says.
It seemed like the man was in charge, and the woman just had to listen.
After the housekeeper finished speaking, Aunt Wang's shrewd little eyes kept darting around, looking here and there.
The person who spoke after her was Xie Ziheng, a forty-year-old gardener.
Xie Ziheng appears to be an honest person, but they had previously learned from the housekeeper that Xie Zihan is a heavy drinker and likes to beat his son Xie Kuan after drinking.
His previous wife, Xie Kuan's wife, was also beaten half to death by him while he was drunk, and died less than half a month after being sent to the hospital.
"I think I just heard footsteps, yes, footsteps! But I didn't pay attention to it at the time because I was terrified."
Wang Jing turned her gaze to Xie Kuan, who raised his head, his eyes revealing a cold indifference that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.
Inside, Wang Jing felt absolutely no warmth.
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