Chapter 173 Invisible Talisman

"Invisible Talisman?" She looked at Yin Hui with some disbelief, then touched her body, and walked around him strangely: "Can you still see me?"

"You are stupid." Yin Hui cursed directly: "This invisible talisman can only suppress the yang energy on your body, so ordinary geniuses will not discover you, but people can see you."

"Hmm?" Lan Ting shrugged embarrassedly, and then asked, "What do you mean is that now the ghosts can't see me? Am I standing here?"

"Yeah, just stand here." He was not going to continue to get entangled with her, but just casually said something and started to work hard on his own.

He took out talismans in his hand and opened them around the room.

"If you don't let her be outside the room, anyway, this door has glass, so you can see the situation inside."

Conan Doyle looked at Lan Ting, who was at a loss and asked with some concern.

"No, you can't leave my sight, otherwise I can't help you when you encounter danger. If you really want to go out, you can go to the office, and the soul-summoning ceremony here will not affect it."

His tone was very tough, giving people a feeling of no room for negotiation. The two of them stopped talking, but just watched Yin Hui work at a loss, not knowing what to do if they needed help.

His busy figure kept flashing throughout the room, from the door to the toilet, without missing any place. He carefully measured the position between any two talismans, and then pasted the talisman on.

A slight wind blew in, and hundreds of spells posted on the wall actually swayed slightly, just like hundreds of arms waving on the wall, which looked quite terrifying.

Lan Ting couldn't help but wrap her clothes tightly, then stood against the wall, touched the invisible talisman that was stuck on her head with her hand. She knew it was still there, and then she breathed a sigh of relief. The paper and pen in her right hand were swaying slightly, and a strange sound was made under the breeze.

After doing all this, Yin Hui's busy figure finally stood in the middle of the small room, took out two spells from his arms, and approached Conan Doyle.

Conan Doyle knew that he was going to assign tasks, so he was ready to go.

"This is an invisible talisman. You must make sure it is stuck on your forehead and not fall off. Otherwise, they will notice your traces and the mission will fail. This one is a soul-locking talisman. After I lock the ghost on this bed later, you will stick this talisman on the bed as soon as possible to prevent the ghost from escaping everywhere. Have you remembered it?"

She nodded, and finally looked around, and after making sure there were no ghosts around, she breathed a long sigh of relief and put the spell on her head, looking invisible and motionless.

After Yin Hui checked the surroundings again, he took out the money sword from the toolbox he carried with him and started dancing. At the same time, he muttered something, and looked like a big charlatan.

She was constantly moving on the head of the bed, and her body was as quick as a monkey. At the beginning, Lan Ting always looked at all this with a disdainful expression, occasionally writing and drawing on paper with her hands.

No vision has happened since the beginning. Lan Ting began to doubt Yin Hui's ability. Is he a lie? Everything is just a bluff.

But when a large string of underworld coins sprinkled by Yin Hui flew in the air, a strange evil wind blew. Lan Ting realized that she was wrong. She tried hard to widen her eyes, and it took a long time to blink her eyes, fearing that she would miss something in the blink of an eye.

You should know that the room has a good seal and it is impossible to fool such a strong wind.

The wind blew the underworld coins to float around, as if there was a person dancing in the middle of the flying underworld coins. The middle position was empty, and the surrounding underworld coins spread to any corner of the room. Several underworld coins fell on Lan Ting, which scared her to shake her body and shake all the underworld coins from her body to the ground.

"The fighters are all moving forward in an array!" A series of spells began to chant the corner of his mouth. The hundreds of ghost coins that had originally landed on the ground were blown by the wind and floated around the room, and finally fell vertically to the ground.

"Woo..., Woo..." Suddenly, the strange evil wind turned into a woman's crying voice. The voice was very terrifying, and it seemed very dull in this small room.

Yin Hui sighed and shook his head. The Golden Sword danced again, rolling the underworld coins that fell to the ground again. At the same time, the Golden Sword stabbed hard in the direction of the sound from the female ghost. He shouted loudly: "Go back."

The wailing sound of the female ghost disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, Yin Hui also concentrated all his energy and the money sword in his hand danced again.

He was as light as a swallow, and he was waving the money sword as if he was a legendary figure. His agile body and the tights made him full of infinite charm. Lan Ting seemed to have forgotten the purpose of this trip, staring at Yin Hun with bright eyes, and his silly little eyes fell into infinite illusions.

"Hehe, hehe." Suddenly, the bed where Yin Hui was actually laughing, and the sound sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man, very rude. With his laughter, the head of the bed was swaying slightly. Yin Hui jumped up quickly and finally grabbed the lamp stick on the beam of the room.

At this moment, the bed actually flew up and finally landed heavily on another bed, making a loud bang.

You should know that this bed is a rocking chair bed in the hospital, which is equipped with a very complex rocking chair device. Moreover, the bed body itself is made of King Kong and weighs more than 100 kilograms. The other party actually overturned the bed without any effort, which shows his strength.

"What's the matter if you call me?" The rude Northeastern man's voice resounded throughout the room, and it seemed very terrifying in this empty room.

Yin Hui crossed his legs and slowly fell from the beam of the room. He rushed up with the money sword in his hand, without saying much.

Rush...

The money sword emitted a ray of fire, and then loosened into countless blue copper coins and fell to the ground. The hilt of the sword held in Yin Hui's hand was also loose and fell off his hand.

"Ah, no," Yin Hui shouted, and quickly retreated, grabbed a large number of ghost coins and threw them out, covering himself completely.

"Brother, what's the matter with calling me?" The rude Northeastern man's voice exploded again, and even the window glass was shattered. Yin Hui was shocked by the strange sound and flew backwards, and finally fell to the ground, panting.

The air in front of him twisted, and Yin Hui immediately noticed something was wrong, stretched out his right hand, drew the talisman in the void, and threw it out.

But this could not block the twisted air from bursting forward. Conan Doyle and Lan Ting both trembled nervously, especially Lan Ting, a girl who is often scared when reading novels. It would be good to see this real ghost without being scared.

"Brother, what's the matter with calling me?" The rude voice echoed in the small room, deafening. Blood footprints appeared on the ground, gradually approaching Yin Hun, and a lot of blood was constantly spraying out from the direction of the blood footprints, flowing towards both sides, and soon came to Lan Ting and Conan Doyle.

Lan Ting, who was standing on the side of the door, raised her heart to her throat and looked at Conan Doyle opposite her. She believed that if Conan Doyle ignored her, she would probably be scared to death.

At this time, Conan Doyle grabbed her hand, allowing her to quickly stabilize her mind and not be scared by the scene in front of her and collapsed to the ground.

The blood flowing out from the surface gradually enveloped his body, and slowly climbed up from his heels, as if thousands of bugs were climbing up. She felt her pants' legs were wet, and the cold liquid touched her skin, making her feel uncomfortable in breathing.

When the cold blood completely occupied her thighs, she felt like there were thousands of bugs biting her. She turned her eyes and fell directly to the ground.

"Don't be afraid, that's just your illusion." Yin Hui looked at Lan Ting who fell to the ground and reminded them. At the same time, he quickly stood up, made a mark one by one, temporarily avoiding the curved air, and then pulled out the peach wood sword from his back, and stroked the peach wood sword with his right finger.

A rich blood flowed out of his fingers, and then the peach wood sword was dyed red.

The twisted air seemed to realize some danger and attacked repeatedly, trying to defeat the enemy with one move before he was ready.

However, it was too late. Yin Hui quickly cast a blood curse on the Peach Wood Sword. With the peach Wood Sword's sting, the twisted air instantly returned to normal, and the rich blood on the ground disappeared instantly. Conan Doyle felt that the feeling of being swallowed by millions of insects on his legs disappeared instantly. Looking again, there was no abnormality.

"It's strange, why are so many people dead in this room?" He shook his head in confusion, then sighed and looked at Lan Ting, who was scared to death, helped her up and pinched her.

"Ah!" Lan Ting screamed strangely, opened her huge and energetic eyes, stared at Yin Hui, touched her head with both hands, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses: "Just...that blood just now..."

"Please, that's just an illusion, which scared you like this." Yin Hui sighed and helped him up: "Now you'd better give me some energy. I won't have time to save you next time."

Lan Ting widened her eyes in horror, nodded repeatedly, and finally touched her forehead to make sure the talisman was still there.

In the scene just now, Conan Doyle was a little palpitations, not to mention Lan Ting, a standard little beauty.

She let out a sigh and moved in the direction of Lan Ting.

Maybe when two people get closer, their courage will increase.
Chapter completed!