Chapter 72

After finishing speaking, he flicked a ray of power like a golden thread towards the ball of black paint with his fingers.

The golden thread wrapped around Heiqiqi's body, no matter how hard Heiqi struggled, he couldn't break free.

Su Li waved her hand, the barrier on the door and window opened, and a black mass rushed out of the room.

It rushed to the green bamboo in the yard at the first time, and kept drilling on the pot of green bamboo.

However, with the golden thread in Su Li's hand, all it did was in vain.

"Let's go and find your master." Su Li smiled.

"It's because you didn't hurt anyone's life, as long as you don't think about hurting anyone in the future."

"I can keep your spiritual wisdom immortal, and maybe after thousands of years, you can still enter the human reincarnation."

Hei Qiqi suddenly looked up at Su Li, as if thinking about the authenticity of what she said.

After thousands of years, can enter human reincarnation?
His eyes fell on the golden thread that Su Li was pulling on, and he wept sobbingly.

Su Li wanted to kill it easily, and a master like her would not lie to herself.

With this in mind, he nodded towards Su Li, jumped into the air in darkness, and headed towards the houses near the street.

Behind him, Su Li led a few people to follow unhurriedly.

Turning around a few small alleys, Su Li stopped outside a residential house with the footsteps of several people.

"Mister, do you know this family?"

Su Li raised her eyes and glanced at Ji Ling who was squatting on the wall, unable to jump into the yard because of the gold thread, and asked.

The performance of offering sacrifices to the spirit, the owner is this house.

I just don't know what kind of enmity it is that allows a family of ordinary people to raise things like sacrificial spirits to harm people.

When Bai Ping saw Su Li stopped at the door of this family, he was surprised.

"Huh? This, this family..."

He has been here, is...

"By the way, it's the family who came to my house last time and asked me to teach their son to read, but I refused."

Bai Ping remembered.

He once sent that student here, and this is the student's home.

However, if I didn't provoke him to provoke him, how could I be hated by others?
Bai Ping frowned and stepped forward to knock on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, there was soon a sound in the house.

"Who is it? Here!"

Several people waited quietly for a while, the courtyard door opened, and a thin man in ordinary clothes opened the door.

His complexion was a little sallow, his eye sockets were protruding, his chin was pointed, and he seemed to be malnourished.

The moment he saw Bai Ping, the man's expression changed slightly.

But it seemed that he thought of something again and settled down.

"Who are you looking for? What's the matter?"

"Have you forgotten me?" Bai Ping stepped forward and looked at him with a frown.

The man raised his eyebrows, showing an appearance of just remembering.

"Oh, you're Mr. Bai who teaches in the street? I remembered, what's up with you?"

"Luo Zhong, you should know the reason why I sent your son back!"

Thinking of his wife's leg and the accident that happened to his son, Bai Ping harbored resentment in his heart, and his words were not polite.

"Your son has injured several of my students and never listened to my lectures. I can't teach such a person."

"Now, you have evil thoughts in your heart, trying to harm my whole family!"

Bai Ping gritted his teeth, "Luo Zhong, you are so cruel!"

"You, what did you say?"

Luo Zhong was stunned, as if he didn't expect Bai Ping to come to him like this, and he was still pretending to be stupid.

No, didn't the Taoist priest say that ordinary people can't see Jiling?

It stands to reason that this pedantic old man can't see it either.

(End of this chapter)

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