Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 35 Pure Courting Death!

Yu Xin was kidnapped by Professor Jia. With Professor Jia's physique, it is easy to deal with a weak woman.

At this time, Yu Xin was being pressed firmly on the table by Professor Jia, and she felt something hot was rubbing against her back.

"What are you doing? Let go of me! I'm going to call someone!" She cried anxiously. In fact, from Professor Jia's obscene laughter from time to time, she knew what this guy wanted to do.

"Crack!" As soon as the words fell, a gleaming sharp knife was stuck on the table in front of him, and Yu Xin stopped talking in a fright.

"It's best not to yell, I'm really going to kill you." Professor Jia said grimly, pulling Yu Xin's hair.

"Let go of her." A calm voice sounded, and Wang Mu walked into the classroom.

After confirming that Yu Xin's clothes were neat, Wang Mu turned his attention to Professor Jia.

"Wang Mu, Wang Mu, save me! Huh..." Looking at Wang Mu at the door, Yu Xin couldn't hold on any longer, and finally burst into tears.

But Professor Jia behind her was still smiling sinisterly. He looked at Wang Mu and said, "Hey... brat, you really dare to come. But it's better if you come. I just want you to see it with your own eyes. fate."

The trembling and loose skin looked extremely disgusting.

As he said that, he smiled even more sinisterly, and touched Yu Xin's back with a dirty hand.

"Ah! Let me go, let me go!" Yu Xin was like a frightened deer, her beautiful eyes widened, and she struggled like crazy, but her strength couldn't break free from the beast's grip.

Looking at this scene, Wang Mu became angry!

"Just courting death!" With an angry shout, Wang Mu strode over.

"Hehe, it's up to you?" Professor Jia laughed triumphantly, raised his hand, and saw a yellow paper with black runes flying out, heading straight for Wang Mu.

Then, he squeezed out a seal with one hand, his face darkened, and he began to mutter something.

"Soul Reaper Talisman? Oh, so that's the case." Wang Mu was startled at first, and then smiled in relief.

"Crack! Puchi!" The soul-seeking talisman that was emitting black energy hit Wang Mu's chest as if it was alive, but it didn't have the desired effect. There was a layer of colored light, and then the talisman paper burned with a puff, and instantly disappeared into nothingness.

It happened so suddenly that Professor Jia was stunned.

"What's going on?" He swallowed, blinked again and again, and stared at Wang Mu in disbelief. Then, he took out another talisman and threw it at Wang Mu's body.

The result was still the same. After the talisman paper touched Wang Mu, it burned in a colorful light and had no effect.

At this time, Wang Mu was already standing in front of Professor Jia.

Seeing Wang Mu's terrified expression, Professor Jia gasped, his heart fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and he repeatedly shouted in his heart, how holy is this brat, how can he not be afraid of his spells?
Unfortunately, he has no time to think about it.

"How dare you be so arrogant with just a broken talisman?" Wang Mu stared at Professor Jia with wide eyes and shouted loudly, then jumped up, and slapped Professor Jia in the face just like in the classroom before.

The difference is that at this time, a layer of colored streamer suddenly appeared on Wang Mu's palm, and there was an obvious colored * character flowing in the palm.

There was a wind in the classroom, and it seemed that all the air was rushing towards Wang Mu.

Yu Xin, who was lying on the table, could see the surprise in Wang Mu's hands more clearly. Her hair was flying, and her beautiful round eyes almost protruded from their sockets.

"Boom!" With lightning speed, Wang Mu's palm slapped Professor Jia's face.

The gorgeous colored light mist dispersed, Professor Jia turned his head almost 180 degrees, and then flew out with his body.

In the clattering sound, after Professor Jia knocked over a large table and chair, he hit the wall.

The blood spat out by Professor Jia was flying in the air, and he was lying in the corner, he was bleeding from all seven orifices, his neck was severely twisted, and he was out of shape, but his eyes kept staring, looking at Wang Mu with great fear , it is difficult to accept that all this is true.

"Oh... it sells... cake!" At the door, Wang Erxiao also stared at her eyes, and let out a suffocated exclamation.

"Are you okay?" Wang Mu looked down at Professor Jia, who glanced lightly at Yu Xin.

"Ah?" Yu Xin hurriedly turned over, then instinctively took a step back, shaking her head again and again: "I, I'm fine."

Although she was rescued, the panic in her eyes was still there. At this moment, she felt that Wang Mu in front of her was more terrifying than that Professor Jia. Is this still human?
Wang Mu just smiled slightly, then turned and walked towards the back wall, and the moment he turned around, the expression on his face suddenly became gloomy and cold.

Professor Jia is not dead yet, but dying soon.

Half of his face was pressed against the wall, his neck was broken, and he couldn't turn his head. Therefore, he could only move the exposed eyeball back to the limit in the eye socket, so that he could see Wang Mu who was walking over. The fresh blood looked even more hideous.

"Tell me, where are the souls of those girls hidden?" Wang Mu asked coldly while walking.

Professor Jia trembled, the fear in his eyes increased, and a vague voice came out of his throat, "Don't...kill...me."

While speaking, his dislocated arm struggled to move to his trouser pocket, but it was wobbly and unable to stabilize.

Wang Mu stopped in his tracks, locked his eyes on the trouser pocket, reached out to hold it, and saw a flash of black light, and something flew into Wang Mu's hand.

It is a palm-sized black gossip mirror, the whole body is jet black, and the mirror surface is smooth.

Wang Mu narrowed his eyes and turned the gossip mirror over. The pattern on the back surprised Wang Mu.

There is a strange totem on the back of the same pitch-black, the three seem to be in the burning blue flames, and a black skull is looming.

"The gate of hell again?" Wang Mu grinned depressedly.

In addition, there are three small bloody characters on the edge of the back of the gossip mirror... Prisoner Soul Mirror!

The black and red tone made the mirror look extremely strange.

"Now!" After a pause, Wang Mu raised his head and stared at Professor Jia, then pointed his fingers together towards the mirror.

A stream of colored light flew into the mirror, and immediately, a circle of colorful ripples appeared on the smooth black mirror surface. After the ripples passed by, a thrilling picture appeared in the mirror.

A total of five souls were wandering in the mirror, all of them were girls, exactly the same as the few girls lying in the hospital. They seemed to have not realized what happened, and the five souls were all looking around blankly, with a little panic in their eyes.

The soul power emitted by the soul passed through the mirror and formed a reflection in the sky above the classroom. Looking at the five souls floating around, Wang Erxiao at the door rolled his eyes and passed out, while Yu Xin stayed there like petrified. She stood still, paused, and looked at Wang Mu's back again, the horror in her eyes reached the extreme.

In the floating dark green soul, Wang Mu's back is so solid and mysterious!
After confirming that there was nothing unusual about these souls, Wang Mu looked at Professor Jia again, knowing everything in his heart.

This Professor Jia doesn't have any morals. He is able to extract people's souls by relying on those soul-abusing charms. Obviously, those soul-absorbing charms are not his.

"Don't...kill me, these, these things...my brother gave me...it has nothing to do with me." Professor Jia's intermittent voice came again, and every time he said a word, blood would flow from his mouth.

Fortunately, although this Professor Jia has no cultivation, he has also learned some superficial Taoism, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, otherwise he would have died by this time.

Wang Mu smiled, and the gaze in his star eyes became more and more indifferent, he was only afraid at this time, isn't it a bit late.

Although these talismans and soul-prisoner mirrors were not his, but the souls of those girls were pulled out of their bodies by him with the soul-stripping talisman. How dare you say that it has nothing to do with him?This person is really thick-skinned, and he dares to argue when he is about to die.

"I said before." Taking a breath, Wang Mu's voice became cold, "If those girls were really caused by you, you will definitely die a miserable death."

After speaking, Wang Mu took a step back, his eyes became sharper, and he locked on the muddy Professor Jia.

Yu Xin swallowed, and instinctively took a step back. An ominous feeling rose in her heart, because she felt that Wang Mu's aura was changing.

It has become unfathomable!

"Hula!" There was a wind in the classroom, Yu Xin's waist-length hair was raised, her mouth was slightly opened, and she stared blankly at Wang Mu's back, feeling like she was about to suffocate.

Everything seems like a nightmare and should not happen in reality.

A halo of light appeared on Wang Mu's body. The colorful halo illuminated the dimly lit classroom.

"Evil animal, have you heard of the Buddhist Sin Soul Edict?" Wang Mu's voice sounded, and the colorful brilliance was turbulent.

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to explode in people's minds, and it was also like a Sanskrit sound from outside. Apart from the supreme majesty, there was no other emotion.

Professor Jia, who was leaning against the wall, stared again, his bloody eyeballs almost fell out. He couldn't understand the Buddhist sinful soul edict, but he could feel the eternal fear.

In the next second, Wang Mu squeezed out the seal and muttered words amidst the swaying colorful brilliance.

"The Buddhas of the heavens, the eight dragons, I judge the sinful soul with the Buddha's heart, and I will fall into the hell of the prisoner's soul. If the demons in my heart are not eliminated, I will never recover."

"Om..."

Behind Wang Mu, a circle of ripples spread out in the form of a vertical plane. Where the ripples passed, colorful light flowed and condensed into a huge * character, which was faintly discernible even though it was blurry.

In the sound of the wind, Wang Mu nodded slightly, standing with one hand on his chest, muttering words, combined with the colorful halo behind him and the huge character *, it seemed like a Buddha came to the world.

Yu Xin was fascinated and demented, and her mind went blank, leaving only the straight black figure in the colorful mist.

"print!"

After finishing all this, Wang Mu stared suddenly, the colored * characters flickered in his eyes, and put his two fingers together, pointing directly at the center of Professor Jia's eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)