Full-level metaphysics boss relies on fortune-telling to revitalize Taoist temples

Chapter 60 Feeding on Blood
Holding the talisman paper in his hand, the man suddenly felt refreshed, all the yin energy in his body was cleared, and he looked much better.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face, and the man quickly thanked, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

"Wait, where does the Yan family live?"

Although the information given by Chu Yao is detailed, the road conditions in the village are complicated, so just meet someone and ask.

"It's right at the very front. The master has been going all the way in. The innermost house belongs to the Yan family."

The man pointed in the direction and then left directly.

"Master, are we going directly there?"

Song Shiyi nodded, unexpectedly, Yan's mother not only took revenge on her and Chu Yao, but also attacked the people in the village.

With so many evil debts in hand, how can they not be paid off.

Song Shiyi shook his head, and walked straight in the direction of Yan's family.

The closer to Yan's house, the more intense the surrounding evil spirit, covering the surrounding houses, some of the doors are still open, but there is no sign of life inside.

It seems that Yan's mother still starts with the people who are close to her.

Song Shiyi's eyes became colder and colder, looking at the room not far away that exuded evil spirits from the inside out.

"You wait for me here, I'll go by myself."

Song Shiyi paused slightly, looked at Jiang Ruoxuan, and said softly: "If you encounter problems, you also need to deal with them yourself. You are the third generation disciple of my Daoism. I am responsible for promoting Daoism. Then you have to hold on Ask about the prestige of the temple."

"it is good."

Jiang Ruoxuan always felt that there was something in Song Shiyi's words, so he kept an eye out and watched Song Shiyi leave.

"Who's outside?"

The door of Yan's house was closed tightly, Song Shiyi didn't rush in directly, but knocked on the door from outside.

Soon, a slightly hoarse voice came from inside.

Song Shiyi raised his eyebrows. It didn't take long for Yan's mother's voice to become like this. It must have been a bad few days.

Yan Bing was dead, even if he came back, he couldn't be a normal person.

It should be sacrificed with blood and eaten by people.

The missing people in the village probably all fell into Yan Bing's stomach.

"I walked all the way, a little thirsty, and wanted to ask my aunt for a glass of water."

Song Shiyi squeezed his throat, his voice was a little different from usual.

Yan's mother has seen her before, so she naturally knows her voice, if she recognizes her voice, she will definitely not let her in.

"The door is not closed tightly, just push the door and come in by yourself."

It was silent for a while, and it took a long time to hear the voice coming from inside.

Song Shiyi didn't care, he pushed the door open and walked in.Although it was daytime, the entire yard was covered, and the sun outside could not shine in, making it look a bit dull.

The door of the main room had been opened at some point, and it was even darker inside.

Song Shiyi walked in without hesitation. The talisman paper in his hand was lit, and the whole room was lit up. Yan's mother was kneeling in the middle of the room, wearing black mourning clothes.

"The water is in that room, the girl can fetch it by herself, my son is gone, I want to pray for him."

Yan's mother didn't even look up, and pointed to a room directly at Song Shiyi.

Song Shiyi turned his head to look over, all the sinister aura in the room came from inside, it seemed that Yan Bing was here?

"Thank you, Auntie. Auntie should also pay attention to her body. My condolences."

Song Shiyi was still holding his voice, walked to the closed door, put his hand on the doorknob, twisted it but didn't intend to open the door, his voice was a little helpless, "Auntie, the door can't be opened. Open it, have you locked it, or can you open it yourself?"

The talisman paper in Song Shiyi's hand went out, Yan's mother only felt that the figure standing at the door looked familiar, but she couldn't recognize who it was, and her tone was a little impatient, "Try again, the door is not closed, you can definitely go in .”

"But I really can't open it."

Song Shiyi pushed away from the door, hesitantly, "If Auntie finds it inconvenient, I'd better go to another place, thank you Auntie."

How can the food delivered to the mouth be lost?

Hearing that Song Shiyi was about to leave, Yan's mother quickly stood up from the ground, "Don't leave, I'll open the door for you right now."

As she said that, Yan's mother smiled, but the voice made people feel uncomfortable no matter how she heard it, "There must be something stuck inside, I'll open the door for you."

Yan's mother walked to the door, tried to push the door, and it opened in no time.

"This door is fine..."

"The door is fine, but you have a problem."

Song Shiyi stood behind Yan's mother, and kicked Yan's mother in without waiting for Yan's mother to finish speaking.

Yan's mother fell in, and her terrified screams sounded in the room. She struggled to get out of the room, but a black shadow flashed by, throwing Aunt Lin to the ground, and the smell of blood permeated.

"Xiaobing, I am mother..."

Song Shiyi lit the lamp in the house, and the originally dark room was brightened up. Yan Bing seemed to have seen clearly the person lying on the ground, and kicked Yan's mother out from the ground.

"It's so pitiful to be treated like this by your own children."

Song Shiyi shook his head with a smile on his face.

Yanmu has gone astray, she will not treat Yanmu as before.

"Song Shiyi, it's you!"

Mother Yan covered her wound, raised her head, and Song Shiyi's figure came into view.

How did Song Shiyi find this place!
Shouldn't she be dead?

She had already made a wish with the gods to let Song Shiyi and Chu Yao die, how could Song Shiyi still stand here so well.

Fairy, fairy...

Yan's mother seemed to think of something, she threw herself into the middle of the room, dripped her blood on the ceramic doll, and it was absorbed by the ceramic doll, "I want Song Shiyi to die, I want her to go to the [-]th floor of hell!"

Yan's mother was already crazy, but Song Shiyi's gaze fell on the ceramic doll in her hand. She had seen it before at the Chu family, and this was the second time she had seen this doll.

It seems that the people with the concept of magic calculation are using this doll to confuse people?

As the blood flowed into the ceramic doll's body, the evil spirit around him began to gather, rushing towards Song Shiyi, and some evil spirits were even attracted to Song Shiyi.

A cultivator is the most nourishing thing for evil spirits.

"Out of control."

The evil spirit surrounded Song Shiyi, and several evil spirits were shouting crazily outside. A golden light suddenly appeared on Song Shiyi's body, blocking all the evil spirits outside.

Song Shiyi curled her lips and smiled, she knew that the patriarch said he didn't want to care about her, but he would still protect her.

These golden lights are the protection of the patriarch.

"The gods quickly kill Song Shiyi, I want her to experience my Xiaobing's pain, and I want her to never be reincarnated..."

Yan's mother was still making a wish, and Song Shiyi had withdrawn from those evil spirits at some point, standing behind Yan's mother, holding a piece of talisman paper in her hand, watching the scene with cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)