Chapter 31 Chapter 31 The strange sound on the balcony (Twenty-seven)...

"Shua shua shua!"

Several talismans flew over from the side, and the sharp edges cut the iron wires that were wrapped around Ning Helan.

Ning Helan saw the opportunity and immediately rolled over and got up from the ground, and jumped back to distance himself from the puppet ghost.

"Evil spirit, you want to hurt my grandson, do you think I'm gone!" Ning Guohua held a few talisman papers between his fingertips, his sleeves fluttering, and his temperament was extraordinary.

This old man Ning is so handsome, Fang Hui thought secretly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Zhou Yong over there actually dug up Zhou Yong's grave next to him.

"Grandpa Ning!" Fang Hui called him hurriedly.

Ning Guohua glanced at him and shouted to Qin Yang: "Xiaoyang, go and stop it! We can't let Zhou Yong and Zhou Yong exchange souls!"

"Oh!" Although Qin Yang didn't quite understand what Ning Guohua meant, the act of digging graves was enough to catch Zhou Yong.

Qin Yang ran up and grabbed Zhou Yong's hand: "Stop! You are breaking the law, do you know?!"

After he finished speaking, he felt that Zhou Yong's skin was cold and stiff, not like a living person's body at all.

"Don't bother me!" Zhou Yong shouted, and an invisible energy emanated from his body, forcing Qin Yang back a distance.

Qin Yang felt his body and found no injuries, so he stepped forward again. This time, he grabbed Zhou Yong, lowered his body, and kicked him to the ground.

Then he was about to take out the handcuffs he had brought with him, but Zhou Yong took advantage of his inattention and jumped up from the ground, punching Qin Yang in the chest.

Although Qin Yang reacted quickly and raised his arm to block it, he still felt a huge pain in his arm, as if a bone was broken.

Zhou Yong turned around and ran to the grave, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the coffin buried inside.

What kind of strange power is this? Qin Yang and Fang Hui were stunned.

On the other side, Ning Helan couldn't touch the puppet ghost and couldn't attack him.

Ning Guohua threw out several talismans in his hand. The puppet ghost moved slowly and dodged one attack but not the other. He was hit by the talisman and felt as if a high-voltage current had passed through his body. He stood there unable to move.

"Old man, this is a Taoist technique. Who are you?" The puppet ghost asked panting.

Ning Guohua did not answer him. He just conjured up a dozen more talismans from his palm and flew towards the puppet ghost.

The puppet ghost raised his hand, and all the iron wires on his body moved, rushing forward to break all the talismans.

Then he threw the wire at Ning Guohua, but Ning Guohua raised his hand and drew a few lines in front of him. Instantly, a formation of heavenly stems, earthly branches, yin and yang, and the five elements appeared on the ground.

The formation glowed, and Ning Guohua stood in it, with a firm look and sincere heart, and he had the aura of a Taoist master.

Ning Helan opened his mouth slightly, and six dots appeared: "..."

"Little ghost, you have only been practicing for a few years, and you want to hurt me?" Ning Guohua said.

"..." The puppet ghost gritted his teeth tightly, and his green eyes flashed in the dark, looking dark and vicious.

"Grandpa Ning!" At this moment, Ning Guohua heard Fang Hui calling him.

It turned out that Qin Yang was no match for Zhou Yong. He was knocked to the tree trunk by his punch and couldn't get up for a long time.

Fang Hui knew how weak he was now, so he didn't dare to go forward and could only stand aside anxiously.

Seeing Zhou Yong start to push the lid of the coffin weighing more than 300 kilograms, Fang Hui kept calling Grandpa Ning anxiously.

"It's bad. If Zhou Yong enters Zhou Yong's body, they will really exchange souls and lives!" Ning Guohua whispered and shouted, "Fang Hui! Go and occupy Zhou Yong's body first!" "

..." Fang Hui turned his head, "What did you say?"

"You should quickly drill your soul into Zhou Yong's body, don't let him occupy it!"

Fang Hui pulled the corner of his mouth, he seemed to understand what Ning Guohua meant, so he shouted: "How to occupy it?"

"Hold up his head, put your forehead against his, and you can enter!"

After hearing this, Fang Hui ran to the coffin. Zhou Yong was busy pushing the coffin lid and didn't notice him.

"Bang!"

The coffin lid fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

Fang Hui leaned over to take a look at the person lying inside, and vomited with a wow.

This corpse of the giant is really not for human eyes to look at. His whole body is like a swollen plasticine. It is simply unbearable to look at...

Fang Hui's heart is constantly disgusted. What did old man Ning say just now? He wants me to put my forehead against this thing?

He is disgusted, but Zhou Yong is not disgusted. When he sees the other Zhou Yong, his eyes suddenly light up: "Yes, yes... I will be able to live your life soon..."

"Fang Hui! What are you still standing there for!" Ning Guohua has to control the puppet ghost while paying attention to Fang Hui's situation. Seeing him covering his mouth and vomiting beside him, he is simply furious.

"I can't do it..." Fang Hui said, covering his mouth.

"Heh!" Taking advantage of Ning Guohua's distraction, the puppet ghost drove the iron wire to attack Ning Helan. Ning Helan quickly concentrated his mind and dodged everywhere.

But he was still a step too slow, and was hit hard by an iron wire, and his arm was immediately torn. Blood flowed down.

"Hiss..." Ning Helan took a breath in pain. His calf was tied by the iron wire, and he was actually hung in the air.

Ning Guohua was shocked. When he wanted to touch the talisman again, he found that it was gone from the cloth bag.

He took a deep breath, raised his right hand with two fingers in front of him, and a strong air flow appeared around him.

Then, seven or eight transparent flying swords appeared in the void of the formation. When the puppet ghost saw these swords, his face suddenly changed.

"Fang Hui, if you still want to accumulate good karma, you'd better hurry up, otherwise, when Zhou Yong's soul exchange is successful, your efforts will be in vain!" Ning Guohua shouted almost with gnashing teeth.

But Fang Hui was still struggling with himself. Facing the corpse in front of him, he really couldn't do it.

Ning Guohua was really mad at him: "Fang Hui, if you don't move, the number on your hand will immediately become 0!"

This worked. Almost at the same time Ning Guohua finished speaking, Fang Hui took a step forward, pushed Zhou Yong away, stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Yong's head, and made up his mind, closed his eyes, and put his head on it.

"Fuck you! You fucking bastard!" Zhou Yong yelled after seeing this, reached out and grabbed Fang Hui's clothes and threw him out.

Fang Hui was now like a piece of paper, floating in the air, and then slowly falling down.

Zhou Yong widened his eyes, looking at the corpse in the coffin in disbelief.

The originally decayed and swollen body was glowing faintly, and its appearance was actually recovering a little bit. In less than a minute, it was back to normal.

Ning Guohua breathed a sigh of relief, while the puppet ghost stared at the flying swords surrounding him in fear, and the iron wires beside him were flying and twisting, but he didn't dare to attack.

"You... this is the Seven Tricks Sword... how do you know this?" The puppet ghost was a little weak when he spoke now.

"Humph, it's not your turn to ask me!" Ning Guohua's eyes lit up, and the blades of the Seven Tricks Sword rushed towards the puppet ghost.

"Swish!" A sword flew out and instantly cut the iron wire hanging Ning Helan.

"Swish!" Another sword quickly cut all the iron wires around the puppet ghost into pieces.

The puppet ghost's originally dark face turned pale with fear. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he didn't expect another sword to fly towards him.

He hurriedly used his power to cast a spell to block it, but the sword pierced through the unfolding barrier and pierced straight into his forehead.

"Ugh!" The puppet ghost groaned, dark green liquid flowed out of his mouth, and he knelt on the ground all of a sudden.

Zhou Yong over there saw that the puppet ghost had become like this, so he grabbed Zhou Yong in the coffin and beat him up.

Zhou Yong's soul had been reincarnated long ago, and now Fang Hui was in his body.

In other words, all the pain was borne by Fang Hui.

Fang Hui was beaten so hard that he cried out in pain. He wanted to struggle, but Zhou Yong's body was like cement and couldn't move at all.

Fang Hui could only stand still and endure Zhou Yong's punches and kicks.

"Stop!" Qin Yang ran over, controlled Zhou Yong with a few moves, and pinned him to the ground.

Fang Hui in the coffin had already been beaten black and blue.

He couldn't move anything except his eyes, and he was anxious and angry.

Zhou Yong, wait for me to come out! I won't believe Fang unless I beat you up and make you call me grandpa!

Fang Hui cursed in his heart, and suddenly saw two lights flashing beside him, and two figures appeared out of thin air.

One had black hair, red clothes and black vest, and the other had white hair, white clothes and blue vest.

At first glance, I thought they were models from somewhere.

Zhou Yong wanted to fight back under Qin Yang, but when he saw the two men, his body trembled violently, his pupils dilated in fear, and he froze.

Ning Guohua seemed relieved when he saw the people coming. He glanced at the half-dead puppet ghost and walked up to Zhou Yong: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhou Yong seemed to be frightened by the two people who came. The man in black next to him stepped forward and kicked him. Zhou Yong's head hit the ground and he seemed to come back to his senses.

He lay on the ground for a long time, and then he trembled and told the whole story.

In fact, the matter was very simple, it was just jealousy.

Zhou Yong and Zhou Yong, two people with the same surname, the same pronunciation, but different names, met in Tong'an City by chance.

One night, Zhou Yong worked overtime and went to the coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee.

The barista who was working at that time was Zhou Yong.

After chatting casually, they found that they had the same surname and the same pronunciation of their names.

What's more, their birthdays were on the same day.

After a few visits, the two became familiar with each other.

It's just that their lives were very different.

Zhou Yong listened to Zhou Yong's life, and his heart gradually began to feel bad.

Especially when Zhou Yong brought his beautiful fiancée to the store, Zhou Yong's jealousy reached its peak.

One has a monthly salary of tens of thousands and a beautiful mixed-race fiancée; the other works in a coffee shop and can't even support himself.

The more Zhou Yong thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt. Why?

He went home sighing, and was spotted by the wandering puppet ghost.

After the puppet ghost communicated with him, he thought, this is not difficult, wait for me to change your soul and change your fate.

The puppet ghost told Zhou Yong that as long as he put his soul into the body of the person he wanted to be, he could replace that person.

So, one day, Zhou Yong found an excuse to invite Zhou Yong to dinner and lured him home, and then killed him cruelly.

After that, Zhou Yong's soul was also hooked out by the puppet ghost.

However, the puppet ghost told him that he had to keep the body for a month, and wait for the original body's soul to reincarnate before he could change the soul.

Zhou Yong could not leave his residence too far at this time, and could only wander around in the yard.

However, he often forgot that he was already a ghost, and still remembered the habit of taking a bath at 11 o'clock in the evening.

"You want the puppet ghost to change your soul and change your fate, what does it have to do with the child downstairs?" Ning Guohua asked again.

Zhou Yong pulled the corners of his cracked and pale mouth: "... He can only blame himself for picking up the button on my clothes."