Fortunately, there were two roosters in the Li family’s kitchen that they had not had time to slaughter. It was an elderly nanny who had previously suggested that it was the custom of the hometown that there was a tradition of exorcising evil spirits.

Before the chicken could be killed, Wudang and his party arrived, and now it just came in handy.

The armed police team members can’t exorcise ghosts, but they still kill chickens very quickly.

Within two minutes, the two strong men ran back with the rooster that was cut with a knife. The chicken blood was packed in plastic bags, and basically no spilled.

One person asked: "What should I do next?"

Zhou Yinglong paced back and forth, constantly thinking.

Wang Sheng was fighting with the murderous soul there. His senior brother was not strong enough, so he had to come up with some ways to help.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. Zhou Yinglong hasn't figured out the reason yet, and someone has already shouted.

"Use a balloon!" A young man from an armed police force clapped his hands excitedly, "Put the balloon with chicken blood, and then throw it directly at the fierce ghost!"

Officer Fu shouted: "Go! Find the balloon... If you can't find the balloon, use a convenient plastic bag!"

Soon, plastic bags with chicken blood were made one by one. More than a dozen young armed police officers followed Zhou Yinglong with guns on their backs and rushed to the periphery of Wang Sheng and the fierce souls fighting fiercely.

Wang Sheng couldn't help but look at them a few more times, and felt a little worried in his heart.

What planes are these guys going to do?

Zhou Yinglong shouted: "Junior brother! Let's throw the rooster blood over immediately!"
Chapter completed!