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Chapter 270 Midnight Obsession
After six o'clock in the afternoon, the master and apprentice finally left here.

The two of them didn't want to leave.

I don't know when it started, but the surroundings are full of people eating melons and watching the excitement.

He watched with relish Master Yuan's space dance steps.

Master Yuan's face was ashen, and he walked forward at a speed that did not match his age.

Tai Nima is ashamed!
After living for more than 100 years, he was treated like a monkey for the first time.

Knowing that he was going in, Chen Yu didn't show up.

Obviously trying to embarrass myself!
The middle-aged man who followed behind did not dare to breathe.

Master is in a fit of anger. At this time, no matter what he says is wrong or right, he will be used as a punching bag by Master.

Over the years, the master has successively accepted more than a dozen apprentices.

The disciple who is still alive today is only himself.

Ten minutes later, the master and apprentice appeared in the senior suite of a five-star hotel.

Master Yuan said murderously: "You call Wen Xinghui and tell him that something is wrong and ask him to wait patiently for a few more days."

The middle-aged man didn't dare to neglect, and came to the corridor with his mobile phone.

He called Wen Xinghui and found an excuse.

After a while, the middle-aged man re-entered the room.

Seeing the things in Master's hand, the middle-aged man gasped.

"Master, do you want to take away Chen Yu's soul?"

The middle-aged man asked carefully.

Master Yuan said coldly: "Chen Yu's other skills are not very good, but he is quite talented in formation."

"The phantom array he arranged can be easily resolved by the teacher."

"Unexpectedly, this person added other formations in the slide, intertwined and intertwined, to block the master."

"Chen Yu wants to fight against the teacher, and the teacher will naturally not let him down."

Having said this, Master Yuan had a sarcasm on his face.

"At midnight, you hang this soul-destroying bell above the main entrance of Chen Yu's shop."

"Then, so and so..."

The middle-aged man nodded frequently, and said flatteringly: "Master is resourceful and resourceful. Compared with you, the three masters are not even worthy of carrying shoes."

"In this way, Chen Yu must be afraid. Whatever you ask him to do, Master, he will obediently do it."

"Humph!"

A smug expression appeared on Master Yuan's face.

After a hundred years in the world, how difficult is it to handle Chen Yu.

A fledgling boy, after learning a few tricks, he dared to compete with himself.

I really don't know.

If you want to fight, just play with him.

Let Chen Yu know how powerful he is first, and then accept him as a disciple, which will be much easier.

At midnight, a figure appeared near the psychological consultation room like a ghost.

At this moment, the street was extremely quiet, and the figures walked back and looked around.

Approaching the door of the psychological consultation room, the figure looked up at the window on the second floor.

The room was pitch black, indicating that Chen Yu had fallen asleep.

The middle-aged man secretly sneered.

After offending Master, Chen Yu still dared to sleep peacefully, and he deserved the next bad luck!
After confirming that no one was around, the middle-aged man took out the soul-destroying bell and a disposable sticky hook.

Stand on tiptoe and fix the disposable sticky hook in the middle of the door beam.

Hang the bell on the hook again.

After finishing all this, the middle-aged man took a few steps back, and said with a smirk: "You are lucky to be regarded by the master. If you dare to play tricks in front of the master, why do you think you are doing this?"

"When you lose your soul tomorrow, you will cry."

While speaking, gusts of night wind blew.

The bell on the door rang slightly.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the middle-aged man lost his mind for a moment.

"Master's magic weapon is really powerful, it almost caught fire from such a distance!"

The middle-aged man shook his head vigorously.

As if there was a scourge ahead, he left here quickly.

However, he did not return to the hotel, but found a nearby food stall that was still open.

At dawn the next day, Chen Yu opened the door of the psychological consultation room.

Chen Yu walked out of the store in pure cotton pajamas and slippers.

After closing the door smoothly, Chen Yu yawned and walked towards the breakfast shop in the distance.

In the dark, a pair of big piercing eyes stared at Chen Yu without blinking.

A look of astonishment appeared on the face of the owner of the eyes.

The dementing bell rang all night, how could Chen Yu be normal?
As Chen Yu returned to the shop after breakfast, the middle-aged man's expression changed from stunned to shocked.

The soul-destroying bell is Master Yuan's unique magic weapon, which is specially used to seduce people's souls.

According to the master's mouth, he spent a full eight years refining this magic weapon.

No matter where the warlock is, once they encounter the soul-destroying bell, their souls will be taken away one after another.

Afterwards, it became muddled, like a walking dead...

Things are so weird right now!

The soul-destroying bell, which was designed to deal with practitioners, seemed to be ineffective against Chen Yu.

Not sure if Chen Yu had been tricked, the middle-aged man suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to observe in the dark.

An hour later, Zhou Kexin, carrying a bag and earphones, walked into the store.

Soon, there was the sound of two people talking in the shop.

……

"The dementing bell is useless to Chen Yu?!"

In the hotel room, Master Yuan showed the same shocked expression as his apprentice.

It is absolutely impossible for the dementor bell to fail!
This thing is by no means an ordinary magical weapon, but an extremely powerful evil weapon.

There are hundreds of ghosts and ghosts who died in vain.

Once activated, the dementor bell will emit a deceiving sound of dementia.

Ordinary people will not be affected much.

On the other hand, practitioners will definitely be recruited every minute.

Hundreds of ghosts howled, and the ringing of bells haunted the soul.

The deepest fear in the heart will make the soul unstable, and then be sucked into the soul-destroying bell.

Chen Yu is also a practitioner, why is he unscathed?

He can do anything that is conducive to cultivating immortality, and kill anyone who hinders his cultivation.

The spirit weapon in Chen Yu's store is of great benefit to cultivating immortals.

Master Yuan has been using this harmful trick for many years.

But this time it missed.

"Master, what should we do now?"

The middle-aged man said anxiously.

Master Yuan remained silent, his expression changing unpredictably.

"The ability of the surname Chen seems to be stronger than we thought, even Dementor Bell can't help him..."

"Nonsense! My master's Dementor Bell has never missed, so there must be something wrong."

Master Yuan warned middle-aged men not to talk nonsense.

The soul-destroying bell is a magical weapon made by myself. Even the three masters of the Taoist sect will be afraid of the soul-destroying bell.

It was impossible for Chen Yu to avoid the voice of the ghosts in the soul-destroying bell.

"You retell what happened last night, before you came back."

"Remember, you can't miss a single link!"

Master Yuan snapped.

The middle-aged man immediately said that he hung the soul-destroying bell at the door of Chen Yu's shop last night.

Then went to the food stall to eat something.

Before dawn, I began to guard outside the psychological clinic room, closely watching the situation inside.

Chen Yu got up in the morning and went outside to buy a breakfast, and he was in the same state as a normal person.

Greet people on the street from time to time.

Not long after returning from breakfast, Zhou Kexin came to the store.

The two talked and laughed for a while.

No matter how you look at it, Chen Yu doesn't look like he lost his soul.

"puff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the face of the middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)