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Chapter 94 Confusion
"Xiao Yu!" Zhang Qiang called out in a low voice.

Shen Siyu didn't know when she broke free and rushed into the house.

Startled the man in the room.

"Damn it." Zhang Wanmo cursed, and had no choice but to follow behind with a mahogany sword.

"Shen Siyu?" The man looked at Shen Siyu in front of him, and he didn't know why he couldn't control her anymore.

It wasn't until we saw us coming in that we realized it.

"Okay! So you guys did it! Since you're here, let's all stay!"

As he spoke, his hands were raised high, and some black mist spit out from his mouth, and then wrapped around us little by little.

"Why, why can't you move?" Zhang Qiang and the others couldn't see anything except me.

I directly held the hairpin in my hand, and the black mist was blocked by me as soon as it approached me.

"Little Xing! Come and help me!" Zhang Wanmo was also in a hurry.

Yan Shuhang has also been struggling.

When I rescued them all, the man actually wanted to run away with Shen Siyu.

Zhang Qiang went up and kicked the man, and the man fell to the ground.

Zhang Wanmo followed closely behind, wrapping him with a red thread to prevent the possessed ghost from leaving his body and running away.

"Little Xing, open the door quickly." Although Zhang Wanmo used the red thread to control Li Gui, it was very difficult because he was struggling all the time.

"No." I shook my head. If I open the door now, what about Yan Shuyuan? His soul will definitely be discovered by ghost messengers. "Let Yan Shuyuan's soul return to his body first."

"Oh, yes." Zhang Wanmo also thought of this, "Why don't you lead the red line? I'll help Young Master Yan regain his soul?"

"it is good."

The red thread was handed to me by Zhang Wanmo. I thought it was a trivial matter.

I don’t know if you have ever led a dog. It is the kind of disobedient big dog. When walking the dog, he keeps running forward, and you can’t hold it behind you.

This is the feeling when I got the red line,

And just a little bit, the ghost broke free.

"Be careful!" Luckily, Zhang Wanmo didn't let go of his hand completely, but gripped it tightly again, making me use the other hand before completely letting go of my hand.

Shen Siyu still has to stick to this man's body.

It seems that her other souls are all in this man.

"Little Yu!" Zhang Qiang has been hugging Shen Siyu to prevent her from getting too close to the man.

Zhang Wanmo walked between Yan Shuhang and Shen Siyu: "Zhang Qiang, hold Shen Siyu tight, there are not many ropes to tie her up here."

As he spoke, he pulled Yan Shuyuan's soul out of Shen Siyu's body according to the method of drawing the soul.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts! Don't!" Shen Siyu wailed in pain.

"Xiao Yu, it's okay, Xiao Yu." Zhang Qiang felt very heartbroken looking at her, he could only hug her tightly, and comforted her, "Is Zhang Wanmo well? Xiao Yu can't hold on any longer!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Wanmo exhausted a lot of energy for two days in a row, his face turned pale, his legs and feet were weak, and he propped himself on the edge of the table with his hands.

"Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore."

I didn't want to rush him either, but there was no way, I was almost out of strength.

"Here we come." He put Yan Shuyuan down on the ground, and was about to walk over, but he wobbled twice.

"Zhang Wanmo!" He was about to fall to the ground, but when he heard my voice, he stood up straight again.

My hand suddenly stopped.

"Not good." He immediately came over and snatched the red thread from my hand, "Open the door."

"Okay." I nodded, and the black Yin-Yang gate opened on the ground.

This time, no ghost came out of the door, only one hand, and that hand reached into the man's body, and then stirred twice, the painful man screamed.

A piece of white soul was thrown out, just landing on Shen Siyu's body.

Then, that hand grabbed the other souls in the body and stuffed them into the door.

The hand stretched out again, this time, it grabbed Tang Li's soul.

"Thank you." As soon as Tang Li finished speaking, she was caught back inside the door.

Inside that man's body, only the soul of the possessed person remained, but the hand seemed to be still looking for it.

After searching for a long time but still not finding it, another huge head poked out from the black door.

Only two eyes like big headlights were exposed.

Lifted the man's soul out of the body, shook it twice, and found that there was really nothing there, then stuffed the soul back.

Then the whole head popped out, and the eyes stayed on each of us for a minute or two.

Zhang Wanmo winked at me vigorously at this time, but I just didn't understand what he meant.

Until that head landed on Yan Shuyuan's body.

It's over, did he find something.

Just as it was about to reach out, Zhang Wanmo pushed me, and I immediately retracted the hairpin to close the door.

The thing's hand almost reached Yan Shuyuan's body, and he was sucked back by the door, howling, full of unwillingness.

Both Zhang Wanmo and I breathed a sigh of relief, "It's almost there." He stood up, walked to the table, and carefully observed Tang Li's body, "Okay, you can call the police. Let the police come for the rest of the matter." Let's deal with it."

The few of us left first, and asked Duai to stay and clean up all the marks we left on the scene.

Sitting in the car, we heard the sound of a police car, and the direction was the factory.

"Finally, is everything over?" Zhang Qiang asked while hugging Shen Siyu.

"do not know."

"I don't know? What do you mean?" The three words Zhang Wanmo answered were not the answer he wanted.

"Because, the murderer's soul seems to have been dragged to hell incompletely. Otherwise, how could that thing have been looking for him in his body, even us living people?"

"What!" Zhang Qiang raised his heart that had been let go, "Then what should we do?"

"Let's talk about it after I sleep, okay?" He couldn't hold it anymore, the cost of these two days was really too great.

"How can you sleep? Am I worried? You are fine. What if Xiao Yu and I are targeted and want to take revenge on us?"

"Don't worry, at most one soul or one soul will be gone." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wanmo began to snore.

In the final analysis, the soul fragment of the murderer who escaped was still due to me. If I didn't pay attention at the time and shook my hand, I wouldn't have let him escape.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a piece of soul, which should still be on us, because only the anger in us can confuse the ghost's sense of smell and vision.

(End of this chapter)