Chapter 788 He Is Just a Medium!

The little paper figures cut by Xiao Liuer were not only slender, but also had hair and distinct fingers.

As Ximeng looked at them, she thought of Xilan.

As expected of her daughter, she was just as clever and skillful.

But her head was filled with water.

When she thought of the previous events, she felt the aura in her body begin to surge.

Su Chen paused and quickly shot some merit into Ximeng's body.

Ximeng's body trembled slightly, and finally calmed down.

"Who has offended you again?"

Xiao Liuer looked up at Su Chen blankly, and then subconsciously turned her head to look behind her. She didn't see anyone, so she scratched her head and turned her eyes to Ximeng: "Aunt?"

Ximeng's eyes were not as gentle as before, and she said with a stern face: "It's okay, go cut your paper!"

The little girl didn't get angry, and nodded obediently.

Ximeng couldn't help sighing as she looked at her.

This temper... is more like her.

She looked out the window absent-mindedly, and the drizzle continued.

It seemed that it was also rainy at that time...

Old Song did not go far, and went to Huang Nansong's repair shop.

At that time, Huang Nansong's eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not a nose. He once wanted to drive him out.

Old Song glared at him: "I am helping you, but you are not worthy of a good heart."

Huang Nansong did not believe it.

"Driving me away is helping me?"

"Then I will help you now."

While the two were tugging and tugging, Old Ge came back.

He was holding a small box of wine in his arms.

"What are you doing? You are so old and still quarreling? You are making a fool of yourself!"

When Old Song saw him, he was annoyed: "Xiao Huang is blind and has no brains."

Huang Nansong: "Hey~ Old Song, you are the first to complain?"

Ge Ping'an put down the box, learned about it, and glared: "Xiao Liu'er's aunt is back? Didn't you say she is not in good condition now?"

Huang Nansong: "??? Old Ge, you also know Xiao Liu'er's aunt?"

"You don't know? Wasn't it her who lifted the roof of Old Song's backyard house last time?"

Huang Nansong was at a loss: "Old Ge, what nonsense are you talking about? Old Song's roof is clearly a black dragon..."

He paused, his eyes suddenly widened.

Then he gasped.

"Black, black dragon, Xiao Liu'er's aunt?"

Old Song sneered: "You just thought of it now?"

Huang Nansong realized it later and became scared.

"I, I didn't anger her just now, did I?"

"Nonsense, with her violent temper, if you really anger her, she will swallow you in one bite."

Huang Nansong trembled twice.

Suddenly, he looked at Lao Song with envy in his eyes.

"Lao Song, you are so lucky!"

"You picked up a little Liu'er and brought her back. Look, you have attracted Taoist Su and Black Dragon. What luck... If you don't get rich, who won't get rich?"

While chatting, Ge Ping'an glanced at the teahouse.

"Who is that girl over there? Hey, she went in."

Lao Song turned around and looked.

Where can he see Song Anhui?

He vaguely noticed it, and hurried to the teahouse. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiao Liu'er sitting there counting money.

"Where is she?"

Xiao Liu'er didn't even raise her head, her eyes were curved.

"Master Su is leaving with my aunt and sister!"

Xiao Liu'er had counted the money while she was talking: "Grandpa, three thousand and one hundred!"

"Sister is simply my God of Wealth!"

Old Song was a little regretful at first, but his face changed when he heard it: "Xiao Liu'er, shouldn't everyone get a share? Look..."

He rubbed his fingers.

"Hmph, no way!"

Song Anhui was in a dream.

It was as if she had returned to the time when she was taking drugs.

She was confused.

But soon, she was back to normal.

It was pitch black around her.

Song Anhui instinctively grabbed the corner of Su Chen's clothes, and the next moment, she covered her mouth and nose.

It stinks!

Xi Meng sneered: "It's this disgusting smell again."

The voice was a little empty, and there was a faint echo, which meant that the space here was very large.

Su Chen took out a flashlight and turned it on. When Song Anhui saw a pile of bones in the corner, her eyes widened.

"Master Su, where is this place?"

Su Chen didn't say anything.

The flashlight moved to the right little by little.

There was an empty space next to the pile of bones, followed by rows of wooden shelves, each of which was filled with neatly arranged skulls.

The moment Song Anhui saw it clearly, she was so scared that she almost fainted with her eyes closed.

Su Chen injected some strength into her head.

Song Anhui finally felt better.

Despite this, she began to stutter when she spoke again.

"How many skulls are there?"

How many skulls means how many people died, right?

Su Chen: "Nearly a thousand."

Song Anhui took a breath.

She thought of a possibility and asked cautiously.

"Is he... also here?"

So, just when she was dizzy just now, Taoist Su had already taken her across the ocean?

No, the point should be...

How many people did her mother kill for them? ! !

Song Anhui's hands began to tremble.

After harming so many people, will I also be punished?

Su Chen's eyes swept across the wooden shelves one by one, and finally stopped behind one of the shelves.

Xi Meng also found it.

She revealed her dragon tail and swept towards the wooden shelf.

Crash!

Countless skulls flew backwards, fell to the ground, rolled, and stopped.

The wooden shelf also fell apart.

Song Anhui glanced at Xi Meng's legs, and saw a tripod about three meters high behind the shelf, and her body trembled subconsciously.

With just one glance, she felt as if she was being stared at by something, and she felt cold all over.

But the next moment, she felt warm all over again.

Under the eyes of heaven, Su Chen saw a black breath extending from the tripod to Song Anhui's body. After sweeping around, it absorbed the remaining evil spirits and yin spirits, and then retracted into the tripod.

"Huh?" Xi Meng stared at Song Anhui in confusion.

"What is your relationship with this dirty thing?"

Song Anhui waved her hands repeatedly: "I, I haven't been here before."

Xi Meng said coldly: "But it's helping you!"

Song Anhui couldn't help but tremble all over when she was stared at.

Fortunately, Su Chen spoke: "She is the beneficiary of the sacrifice of her mother."

"Then your mother is really cruel!"

Xi Meng glanced at the other side.

Su Chen's flashlight also followed.

Headless bodies were seen kneeling in a row, some with white maggots surging on them, and some with bones faintly visible.

Above them, heads were hanging.

The ground was dark brown.

Song Anhui was frightened, her body softened, and she fell to the ground.

Su Chen: "Nine in a row."

"The ground is sloping, the blood from the beheading should flow this way..."

Xi Meng pointed in the direction of the tripod.

Her brows quickly frowned.

"Why does this look a bit like a witchcraft sacrifice?"

Su Chen nodded: "I heard that this evil god was created by the Xuanshi from Nanyang. Most of the Xuanshi from Nanyang are wizards who were driven out of the country."

Xi Meng: "No wonder!"

Her expression suddenly became serious.

"So you asked me to come here to destroy the guy enshrined in the tripod?"

Su Chen shook his head: "It's not him."

"He's just a medium!"

He glanced down at Song Anhui: "It should be the so-called protective spirit!"