The small millstone at the door was rotating, and no one pushed it, but it was rotating on its own. Sun Xiaoyao and the others were afraid that there would not be enough paper money in the brazier, so they kept continuing into the brazier. It was strange that the more paper money he threw, the faster the millstone would turn. In the blink of an eye, the millstone could not stop, and turned as fast as a wheel.

"Control the degree, if you do this, the paper money will be burned out by you in a few minutes."

Chen Fan stood in the middle of the Bagua diagram with a wooden sword in his hand, whispering a reminder.

"Don't be afraid of you guys. With me here, you must be sure nothing will happen."

Chen Fan's voice was not angry and powerful. He said it in one sentence, and those trembling guys were obviously much better.

"Wu Qiong, now you pierce the old man's right index finger with a needle and take blood into the wine glass on the left."

“Hey.”

Wu Qiong also had weak legs and walked with a cat waist, just like a Japanese man entering the village.

At this time, Mr. Wu was already dead, and he didn't feel any pain when he stabbed the needle in his hand.

A drop of blood entered the small wine cup, and Wu Qiong carefully put it back.

"Your blood, the wine cup to the right."

Chen Fan said again.

Wu Qiong made up his mind and pierced his right index finger and dripped the blood into the wine cup.

Chen Fan nodded, waved the wooden sword in his hand, stepped on the eight steps around the Bagua, returned to the origin, and then poked the wooden sword into the center of the Bagua diagram and came forward by himself.

The table was placed in front of the bed on the side of the old man's head, and the red cloth was laid out. Five bowls were placed horizontally. The bowls were filled with grains. Chen Fan poked out his hands, a handful of soybeans in his left hand, a handful of black beans in his right hand, and a pat on his hands to make powder. He pushed forward, and the two candlesticks in front of him immediately spewed out two large balls of flames!

"Sheng Huan Du, Jing Di was shocked!"

Chen Fan's palms were put together, and suddenly they changed into "My Seal", and then they became "Wheel-turning Seal". Afterimages appeared outside their hands to fly and change, and suddenly they appeared on the top of their heads, stretched out their left hand, held the wrist of their left hand, and chanted "fast" in their mouth, smashing their right hand down!

"Bang!"

The slap on the table was not too strong, and the red cloth on the table surged like a huge wave, falling down, but it was very slow like slow motion.

Chen Fan was not idle at this time. Taking advantage of the moment when the red cloth was not falling, he took action very quickly. He picked up two chopsticks with his left hand and cinnabar pen with his right hand, and quickly wrote two lines of words towards the two chopsticks. After carefully identifying it, he realized that one was written as Mr. Wu’s name and birth date, and the other was written as Wu Qiong.

Chen Fan's movements were too fast, and he finished it in one go. When the red cloth curtain fell, his hands were buckled together again.

This time, the two chopsticks were pinched on the tiger's mouth and pressed them on the forehead. After saying something, they said one left and right, and suddenly poked the two chopsticks into the two wine glasses placed on the table. Then they lifted their hands up and went up!

It’s strange that the two chopsticks actually stood up in this area and stood upright in the wine!

Chen Fan pinched the tricks and chanted the mantra, closed his eyes, and as the spell was recited, the two chopsticks began to flicker bit by bit. The blood in the quilt was as turbid as ink. He wrapped the chopsticks and lifted it up slightly, rising little by bit, and saw the name and birthday written by Chen Fan on the chopsticks flashing faintly. The golden light was very beautiful and pleasing to the eye!

Wu Qiong stared at the chopsticks and purred in his throat, "Boss, the time is here."

"Borrow your life."

Chen Fan said, and suddenly his hand gesture changed, and the two chopsticks fell back into the wine cup. Wu Qiong quickly stepped forward, held one of them with both hands, and carefully pinched the tops of the chopsticks and touched them together.

He held his breath and relaxed his hand.

The chopsticks did not fall!

At the same time, I saw the bloody wine in two cups climbing up along the chopsticks bit by bit. Two streams merged into one place, directly wrapping the chopsticks together and forming a standing triangle!

"Um!?"

Suddenly, the wind blew up inside, and the stone mill that was pushing hard suddenly stopped. Chen Fan and the others turned their heads at the same time. Under the shadow of the ghost fire, they suddenly saw four small men who looked only one meter two or three wearing black vests pushing the millstone. This time, they turned around and saw that the black face was like a monkey, revealing their mouths and fangs, and their eyes were shining like two small light bulbs!

Their heads are clasped with melon-skinned hats similar to those that were popular in the Ming and Qing dynasties. At this time, they are full of anger and look extremely ferocious!

Wu Qiong shivered and sat directly on the ground. He pointed at the things and looked at Chen Fan, "Boss, this! This!"

It would be fine if he didn't point, but with a finger, the things seemed to have appeared. The group of things turned their heads in one go and stared at Wu Qiong. His fierce appearance scared Wu Qiong so much that his urine was about to flow out!

I thought to myself, my goodness!

What's this thing?

Is it true that the legend says is the same as the same thing?

This is different from what is performed on TV. Why does it look so fierce?

"Boss!"

Sun Xiaoyao and the others stood outside and couldn't see the four little ghosts. Suddenly, they saw that the millstone stopped moving and looked at Chen Fan with a little panic.

Chen Fan signaled Wu Qiong not to speak, turned around and picked up the cinnabar pen from the table, got up and drew a strange symbol on Mr. Wu's forehead, one stroke and one stroke, drew it from the old man's cheek, and then drew a blue one with another stroke. As soon as the two symbols came out, he suddenly shook his hands, hooked and pressed them from the air, and pressed them. The hand could be about three inches away from the old man's forehead, and suddenly shouted, "Get up!"

The old man took it up in a flash and stood directly on the bed, like a zombie!

Chen Fan carried the old man up, walked to the door, put the old man down and stood attentively, then squatted, clasped his fists and bowed to the several Yin Disks.

He mumbled and said for a long time, saying all the things that people couldn't understand.

The four evil men looked at Chen Fan, raised their faces, and muttered something. One of them shook his hand and shook out a sickle. There were chains hanging behind the sickle, and as his wrist turned, it kept ringing. Looking at this gloomy black face, it seemed to be unwilling to forgive.

Chen Fan sighed lightly, put his hands together and pulled them, and a black ancient sword appeared in his hand. He poked into the ground without saying a word, pointing at the ghost sword Gu Luan and muttering.

The evil actors immediately showed a look of horror when they saw the ghost sword Gu Luan. They looked around for a long time, took a few steps back, and looked at Chen Fan with a tiger face, their voices became much smaller.
Chapter completed!