The silhouette lay on the bed, from shoulder to ankle, and was tied tightly by the nebula chains. Except for the neck and feet that could barely move, the rest of the parts could not be moved.

Her eyes were rolling around. When she saw Ouyang Jing walking to the head of the bed with a sharp knife, staring at her neck with sharp eyes, as if she was studying the position of the knife, she couldn't help but curl her mouth and said sadly:

"King, what did you do wrong? Why did you even kill me if you tie me up for no reason?"

Ouyang Jing laughed: "What are you thinking? If I want to kill you, do I have to tie you up?"

"What if you have any special murderous habits? For example, do you like to tie up people first and then cut them into the knife?"

"I'm talking nonsense and thinking a lot. I've said that I want to remove the resentful spirits for you."

Wu Zi said aggrievedly: "But, after you called someone into the house, you tied up the chain without saying a word, and now you are holding a knife and staring at someone's neck and looking left and right... How can you not think about it?"

"I'm looking at the extent of your vengeful spirit possession, and where it has progressed, not where to take the knife." Ouyang Jing shook his head with a funny look and said, "Okay, don't move your neck, this is about to officially begin."

After saying that, he used the sharp knife to shave the head of the widow, and a large piece of black hair fell down.

The monk was stunned and asked in a trembling voice: "Master, are you here, are you shave someone's hair?"

"Yes!" Ouyang Jing used his knife like the wind and quickly shave off his beautiful hair, and said lightly: "After possessing the vengeful spirit, it is not only rooted in the internal organs, blood and bone marrow, but also penetrates into the Purple Palace sea of ​​consciousness and entangles with the spiritual consciousness. When the spirit is eliminated, the most critical position is your head. Shave your hair clean to facilitate my spirit removal."

"Shat your hair...shave it...clean..."

Wu Hua murmured several times, and suddenly she cried bitterly. In a blink of an eye, her entire face was already covered with pear blossoms and tears were mottled.

Ouyang Jing was stunned: "My girl, how old are you? Why are you still like a child? You will cry when you shave your head?"

"Then, can that be the same?" Wu Xiao sobbed and choked, "The long hair that has been raised for many years... I was shaved all at once... How can I go out to see people in the future? Wu Wu... I don't know, I thought I became a nun!"

Ouyang Jing said with a funny look: "Is hair important or life important?"

The monk cried and said, "I, if I am not beautiful, I would rather live."

"..." Ouyang Jing was speechless and comforted: "With your beauty, even if you shaved your head, your charm will not be reduced by half. You are still a stunning little nun."

As he spoke, the maid was covered in black hair, and there was no left, and it was shaved completely.

When Mahjong heard him praise him for his beauty, he felt happy and burst into tears and laughed: "I am not Shi Feixuan, so I don't want to be a nun."

Ouyang Jing smiled, touched her smooth scalp, and said, "I don't really want you to be a nun. Don't worry, after eliminating the spirit, your hair will grow back quickly and restore the old view."

Warriors have strong qi and blood, strong vitality, and their hair grows very fast.

In addition, Ouyang Jing's "power of resurrection" is a stimulation, and it takes only two or three days to recover the shaved hair.

Wu's scalp was stroked by Ouyang Jing's big hand, his heart beat faster, and his delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he suddenly felt a numb and strange feeling.

She asked shyly: "Master, why are you touching someone's head?"

"Oh, it's very interesting." While speaking, Ouyang Jing touched twice more and said with a smile: "I used to see a child shaved his head, I couldn't help but touch him twice. It felt really interesting..."

"..." Huan was speechless, feeling aggrieved, and the urge to cry again.

"Okay, I'm ready, and now I'm officially starting to eliminate the soul!"

Ouyang Jing calmed down his smile and looked solemn. His five fingers spread out with his right hand. As the sword burst out, the fingertips of his five fingers broke out at the same time. The five crystal clear and transparent ones did not smell blood, but had a faint fragrance. Blood beads with five colors of rays condensed from the fingertips of his five fingers.

After forcing out the five blood beads full of vital energy, Ouyang Jing pressed his five fingers, pressed the Baihui point on the top of the head of the Wuxia, and the "Shencong Four Points" on all sides, respectively.

Afterwards, his blood beads containing the "resurrection power" penetrated into the scalp from Baihui acupoints, the four and five acupoints of Shencong.

As soon as the blood beads penetrated, Wu Xiao shook his whole body and opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream. Between his eyebrows, a black air visible to the naked eye appeared, condensed into a hideous ghost face, wriggling wildly, cursing.

Ouyang Jing was unmoved and continued to force blood full of resurrection and penetrated into the five key points on the top of the head of the sage.

The grimace reaction became even more intense, and even the body of Wuyao also struggled wildly. If she had not been bound by the nebula chains, she would have jumped up and fought with Ouyang Jing involuntarily.

"Stand!" Ouyang Jing shouted in a deep voice, "It's almost over!"

It was said that it was "nearly", but it lasted for a full quarter of an hour. Ouyang Jing's face turned pale and his eyes were exhausted and he withdrew his big hand pressing on the head of the wife.

At this time, Wu Xiao was already drowsy and sweating all over her body. Her dress was soaked in sweat.

Ouyang Jing was also extremely tired, but he forced himself to be tired, and carefully examined Wuya with his Taoist body and spiritual eyes until he was sure that the resentful spirit had completely disappeared. He just untied Wuya's body, fell to the ground, meditated and adjusted his breathing.

Wu Xiao had only been sleeping for half an hour and then woke up leisurely.

After waking up, she felt that her whole body was comfortable and transparent, and her qi, blood and spirit were all lively and lively, as if she had been exhausted, and as if she had removed some invisible burden that had been tied up with her for a long time.

But before, she had never felt like she was burdened. Until now, she had eliminated her resentment and woke up like a dream, clearly conscious of a new change in her body from the inside out.

"King..."

She sat up slowly, turned her head and stared at Ouyang Jing, who was still tired when she was meditating, with a complicated and incomprehensible look on her face.

I don’t know how long she landed silently, walked to Ouyang Jing, stretched out her slender hand, gently stroked his face, and murmured: “How can I repay you with such a great kindness? We Yin Gui demon girl, have concerns about kindness and affection, which hinders our practice, so we have always been kind to repay grudges and revenge. The greater the grace, the faster we have to kill them... King, what should I do, what should I do?"

She suddenly appeared in a daze, and suddenly bent down, pecked Ouyang Jing's lips like a dragonfly, and smiled and said, "But, Wu'er can't kill you, so she has to pester you for the rest of her life, so that you can't rest assured, and use this to 'repay kindness to revenge'!"

After saying that, he kissed him gently, turned around and left.

Well, before going out, she even wrapped her head with her demon ribbon...
Chapter completed!