This time, these yang energy seems to have a great attraction to the yin energy in young people.

Qin Kun's fingertips slid on him, and the yin energy seemed to be small fish coming to forage, constantly attracted by the bait and gathered on the young man's chest.

Yin evil gathers into filth!

The old Taoist priest said: "Take the poison!"

Qin Kun's palm emerged from a spear tip.

A spear pierced into the young man's chest.

Those yin energy was like struggling worms, and was instantly pulled out by Qin Kun.

The disgusting filthy wrestling as hair was still struggling. They were covered with mucus and twisted and swung. The ghost spear Xuanfei ate noodles and ate the filthy wrest composed of the stubborn energy of the remnant souls.

On the bed, the young man had no yin energy.

After a while, Gu Litong opened his eyes and saw three people standing in front of him. His pupils shrank slightly. He saw the surrounding morgue screaming: "Who are you?! Save me quickly and tell me the third uncle, I am not dead yet!!!"

Qin Kun slapped him in the face and said, "It's so noisy! Get out and call your third uncle and ask him to pick you up."

The young man was stunned.

"Why, don't you want to leave?" Qin Kun asked.

The young man ran away.

Qin Kun looked at the old Taoist priest and took a deep breath: "Dao Ye, is it a fish, dragon, Tai Sui, or a fairy in the painted skin?"

In the Chinese Taoist life and death, there are five top-notch ghost hunters, besides Ge Zhan and Zuo’s close minister, one of them is the holy monk from Folin Temple. Then the old Taoist priest in front of him is naturally one of the two left.

"Hehe, if you don't talk about this, the old Taoist wants to eat wontons, so treat you?" The old Taoist smacked his mouth and wiped his saliva.

Looking at this old naughty boy, Qin Kun smiled bitterly. He really couldn't think of which senior this old man was.
Chapter completed!