In ancient times, I made a fortune by copying my family

"Impossible." Qiu Chengtong frowned, how could it be his son who caused the trouble.

Qiu Mao's heart skipped a beat and he glared angrily: "Where did you come from, girl, and are you talking nonsense here?"

Ling Chu's face turned cold.

"Mr. Qiu, your hall has turned black, and a disaster is imminent. If you sincerely repent now and ask for forgiveness from the resentful soul, there may be a glimmer of hope for you.

Otherwise, today next year will be your death anniversary! "

The neighbors looked at each other in confusion. Could it be that the strange black smoke just now was actually a resentful spirit?

Seeing Qiu Mao being criticized by his neighbors, a woman walked out of the crowd and said, "Girl, my son-in-law is kind and filial. How could he attract any grudges? Have you made a mistake?"

When Ling Chu saw this woman, he couldn't help but look her up and down.

Why did she feel that the woman's face was similar to the resentful spirit just now?

After thinking about it, he raised his hand and calculated.

After putting down his hand, he glanced at the woman with pity, "You said your son-in-law is kind and filial? Then do you know that he killed your daughter?"

"Impossible. My son-in-law is very good to my daughter." Luo's mother blurted out with wide eyes.

Others also said, "Did the girl just tell fortunes? Are you accurate in your predictions? Everyone knows that Qiu Mao has the best relationship with his wife Luo Erniang. They have never had a quarrel in the years since they were married. How could it be possible to kill her?" .”

Everyone nodded, the woman was right. Naqiu Mao really loved his wife very much, but it was a pity that his wife was in poor health and died within a few years of their marriage.

When she died, Qiu Mao was heartbroken. If he hadn't still missed his parents at home, he would have almost accompanied her on the road to hell.

"That's right, even if Sister Luo doesn't have a child after five years of marriage, Brother Qiu is not dissatisfied with her at all. How can you, a girl, just wrongly accuse a good person?"

Ling Chu said nothing, looking at the girl in red as if looking at a dead person.

Qiu Mao felt uneasy when he saw her staring at the girl.

"Where did you come from as a magician? Do you think that others will believe you if you just say a few words? You girl doesn't understand the rules at all, and you actually came to my workshop to curse. We don't welcome you here, so leave quickly."

Ning Chuyi glanced around with cold eyes and walked towards Ling Chu, "Since others insist on seeking their own death, why should you waste your efforts?"

Ling Chu smiled and put away the Bodhi Whip, "My lord is right, the life and death of others has nothing to do with me. If I have that time, I might as well take a rest."

Those Imperial Guards knew what Ling Chu was capable of and became angry when they saw her being scolded.

They do not plan to continue renting this wax workshop.

Seeing Ling Chu turning around to leave, Luo's mother suddenly regretted it.

She remembered that a few days ago, she always dreamed of her dead daughter crying to her, saying that she died miserably.

Could it be that the daughter's death is really related to the son-in-law?

Luo's mother wanted to hold the girl and ask her carefully, but she hesitated when she thought about how rude everyone had said to her just now.

Lingchu noticed that Luo's mother was hesitant to speak, but he didn't intend to say anything more.

Na Qiu Mao was so good at disguising that it was difficult for Luo's mother to believe that he had killed her daughter.

She was in poor health and hadn't had a good rest these past few days. She really didn't have the energy to convince a stranger to believe her.

Anyway, even if Qiu Mao doesn't die today, he won't live for a few more days.

Whether she exposes him or not, he will die.

Ling Chu turned around and left, but after taking only a few steps, a sudden exclamation came from behind, "Ah... the water has escaped."

Ling Chu paused in his steps.

It's not that she is soft-hearted and wants to meddle in others' affairs.

But the black smoke came out again, and the houses around the wax shop were on fire.

They were trapped in the middle and couldn't get out.

This time the fire burned stronger than before.

The air was filled with a strong and unpleasant smell of wax oil, and thick smoke billowed all around.

There were obviously flames everywhere, and everyone was sweating from the heat.

But the black smoke was so weird and made people feel chilly. Qiu Chengtong and his son looked at the burning house and felt heartbroken.

There are ready-made candles in the room, and they are all made of silver.

As the thick smoke billowed, the father and son soon couldn't care less about their distress.

The pungent smell and smoke made everyone choke to tears and make it difficult to breathe.

Someone wants to run.

But it was surrounded by black smoke, and it was like a ghost beating a wall with no way out!

Ling Chu sighed, took out the talisman and kneaded the spell, and quickly pushed back the black smoke around him.

Some people discovered that the black smoke did not dare to come near them, and rushed over with joy.

Ling Chu noticed it, but she ignored it.

They were now standing in the yard of the wax shop. The surrounding houses were on fire, except for one house in the middle that was not on fire.

The strange thing is that even though the houses on both sides are burning, the house in the middle seems to be isolated by a transparent barrier.

Ling Chu frowned, feeling that something was wrong in the room.

"Dong Qiu's house, what's in that house?"

Everyone present also noticed that the room in the middle was not on fire, and they were looking at it curiously.

Qiu Chengtong's face turned pale, "There is nothing special in that room, there is only a pair of Dafu wax made for Qingfeng Temple."

As soon as Qiu Chengtong finished speaking, a soul suddenly rose out of the room and floated into the air.

Seeing that soul's face, the crowd gasped.

Luo's mother cried out sadly, "Second mother..."

That soul was none other than her dead daughter Luo Erniang.

Luo Erniang obviously lost her mind after her death. She ignored Luo's mother's shouts and rushed towards her ferociously.

"Bitch, you all deserve to die. Die for me."

Seeing such a terrifying ghost, many people ran away in fear.

But surrounded by black smoke, there was no way to escape.

Ning Chuyi and a group of forbidden soldiers drew their swords and prepared to take action.

But in fact, they have little confidence in their hearts.

Ling Chu naturally knew that ordinary swords could not hurt the resentful soul, so he quickly summoned a shovel and let it attack.

Then he handed the Bodhi Whip to Ning Chuyi, and took out a stack of talismans and handed them to Wei Feng, indicating that he would distribute them to the forbidden troops.

As for other people, she couldn't care so much.

I didn’t bring jade with me when I left the capital, so I had to leave some energy for the system.

Seeing the resentful spirit rushing towards him, Ling Chu took back his shovel and rang the magic bell.

He quickly threw out a piece of talisman paper, "Canopy Tianpeng, Jiu Yuan Sha Tong. Wu Ding Du Si, Gao Diao Beigong. Seven Governments and Eight Spirits, Taishang Haohuo. Long-headed giant beast, holding an imperial bell. Su Xiao Sanchen , Yan rides the dragon Kui, the divine king with a mighty sword, slays evil and eliminates traces. Get up!"

The resentful soul was knocked back for a moment, and soon rushed over again wrapped in black mist.

With no way to retreat, Ling Chu could only throw out the talisman again, "Purple energy rises in the sky, and red clouds rush forward. Swallowing devils and ghosts, drinking the wind. An old man with pale tongue and green teeth, four eyes. Tianding strongman, Weinan Yu Fierce, Tianzou is fierce and fierce, and Weibei leads the way. Three hundred thousand soldiers guard our nine levels. The corpse is thousands of miles away, but it is ominous to leave. Urgent like a law or order!"

Unable to escape, those behind could only watch in fear as Ling Chu fought with the ghost.

At this time, no one thought that she was a magic stick anymore, but wished that she was a god descending to earth and quickly destroy the ghost.

The resentful soul didn't know how it died. The resentment on his body was soaring to the sky. Ling Chu's beating was not easy, and soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ning Chuyi felt distressed and helpless, so she just waved the Bodhi whip in her hand out of the afterimage, and whipped it hard at the ghost. (End of chapter)