Suddenly...

"ah!!!"

Dotted with cinnabar and burned by charcoal red fire, the twisted human figure was nailed to the wall, unable to move around, and let out bursts of mournful wails.

Xu Yang remained unmoved, put away the shotgun with his backhand, then leaned down to pick up two half-burnt incense candles from the ground. With a twist of his hands, the incense candles shattered into ashes and clung to his palm, without fire.

Spontaneous combustion.

Xu Yang stepped forward, using his palm as a pen, incense powder as ink, and smearing the charcoal-red cinnabar particles on the wall. In a blink of an eye, the pen was drawn like a dragon, and the two words "Edict" were painted in burning red.

.

"boom!"

The vermillion fire burned, and the order was like iron, branded on the wall, sending out wisps of blue smoke. The twisted human form had collapsed, and the shrill wails and roars gradually disappeared, leaving only sporadic sounds of begging for mercy.

"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, spare my life, spare my life!!!"

The cry for mercy was full of pain and weakness, like the cry of a dying person.

Xu Yang stood in front of the wall, took out a piece of yellow cloth, covered it on the wall and extinguished the cinnabar burning "Edict". Then he took off the yellow cloth, and there was a ball of yellow-green viscosity in the center.

liquid.

That is - Yin blood spiritual flesh!

Yin spirits have no physical body, and naturally there is no flesh and blood in the conventional sense. The so-called Yin-blood spirit flesh is actually the three souls and seven souls of Yin spirits.

The soul of this old ghost has been dispersed, and all the accumulated evil spirits have collapsed. However, the soul has been dispersed and remains in a state of half-dead and half-dead, so it can be sealed in this piece of yellow cloth.

Xu Yang put away the yellow cloth, rolled it up, shook it, tied it into a knot, held it in his hand like a baggage, and walked into the house.

The middle-aged man also happened to walk out of the house, holding a wine jar and a bowl of wax oil in his hands.

"Master."

Xu Yang handed the bundle to the man: "Okay."

"Um!"

The man nodded, took the baggage, and put it into the altar. Then the two of them entered the house, placed the wine altar in front of the altar, and poured wax oil to seal the mouth of the altar.

"Uncle, Brother Yang!"

The girl also came to the hall, looked at the man and Xu Yang, and asked curiously: "Um... is it done?"

"if not?"

Uncle Feng placed the sealed jar on the altar, then turned to the girl and said, "Remember, every old friend here must burn a stick of incense on the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month."

"knew!"

The girl smiled, looked at Uncle Feng, then at Xu Yang, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Uncle, Brother Yang, although you are wearing police uniforms, you look more like a Taoist priest than a policeman."

"Taoist priests, like police officers, are people who uphold justice for heaven."

Uncle Feng turned around and looked at Xu Yang, with a rare smile on his unsmiling face: "Take some time to clean up and eat."

"Um!"

Xu Yang nodded and turned to the kitchen.

"Brother Yang, let me help!"

Seeing this, the girl jumped forward and rushed forward, but was stared back by Uncle Feng who took off his police uniform.

"Help, it's okay to eat secretly, don't get in the way here, go out and put the dishes and chopsticks in place."

"Uncle, why do you say that? I also learned how to cook, okay?"
Chapter completed!