The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 27
After a while, two burly men came outside the villa and brought Huang Gongming, who looked reluctant, into the car. Before leaving, Wen Zhong told the two of them to take care of Huang Gongming, so he was relieved.

"Little friend, there is no problem now."

"There is one more." Wen Zhong thought for a while and asked again: "I forgot to ask just now, what should I do with the ghost domain after you suppress the ghost? Do you want me to keep using the ghost domain to trap the ghost?"

The Taoist clapped his hands, and immediately two disciples behind him brought up a box made of gold.

"I wonder if my friend has heard of Bruce Pi?"

Bruce Pi?foreigners?I don't know why Wen Zhong sounds familiar.

"You must have heard of the paper "The Power of Ghosts Can't Affect Gold", right?" Jian Wenzhong shook his head, and the Taoist continued to explain, "This is also a necessary survival guide for the supernatural circle."

"I seem to have a little impression." Wen Zhong seemed to have seen this paper when he logged on to the special website, but unfortunately he was in a hurry to go to the night market, so he didn't click to view it.

Then the Taoist briefly explained the content to Wen Zhong, roughly saying that the power of ghosts can affect all substances, but it cannot affect gold. Containers made of gold can effectively imprison ghosts, but that's all. Eliminate, kill the ghost.

"Little friend just needs to wait for Pindao to suppress Li Gui, and then use Huangquan to imprison Li Gui in this gold box."

"So that's how it is." Wen Zhong thought of the supernatural events he had experienced before, all of which ended in his own escape. If he could use gold to imprison Li Gui, would there be a different ending?
The five people walked through the courtyard and came to the entrance of the villa. The Taoist suddenly closed his eyes and stretched out his right hand. He kept chanting mantras. After a long while, he opened his eyes and signaled everyone to go in.

Wen Zhong was a little puzzled watching his hard-working "performance", but after seeing Hu Qiu, he understood a little bit, the fake Taoist priest of emotion is addicted to acting.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the windows on the second floor were blown open. Wen Zhong looked up and saw that the curtains that were blown up seemed to faintly present the silhouette of a person...

Will it be a ghost?

In a dazed effort, the rest of the people had already entered the villa. Seeing the Taoist beckoning to him, Wen Zhong took a deep breath and walked in, but finally he whispered in a voice that only he could hear:
"People like us sometimes have no choice."

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Walking into the entrance, through a long corridor, several people came to a huge living room.

I saw a complete set of furniture neatly placed in the living room, all of which are luxury brands, leisure chairs, sofas, coffee tables and even tea trays and tea tables are all available.

There are a few chandeliers hanging above the head, and when the lights are turned on, against the backdrop of the lights, the surroundings look extraordinarily weird.

"Secretary Hu, it's hard for you to be with me at such a late hour this time." The Taoist chatted enthusiastically with Huang Keshang's secretary, Hu Qiu.

His two apprentices began to "arrange" in the house, while Wen Zhong looked around vigilantly, for fear that the ghost would suddenly appear in the next second.

"You can just call me Xiao Hu, these are what I should do, you are too polite." Compared with the others, Hu Qiu seemed much nervous.

He is an atheist, but he also knows a truth, that is, the theory of ghosts and gods can be disbelieved but not disrespectful, and he has been with Huang Keshang all the year round, and he also knows some weird things under his influence.

Ever since stepping into this villa, Hu Qiu felt a little strange, it was so clean, there was no dust at all, as if someone lived in it.

But according to his knowledge, no one has visited this villa since it was sold by its former owner, and it is even less likely that someone will come here to clean it when it is considered a haunted house by Taoists. Could it be true that there are ghosts?
At the thought of Hu Qiu's whole body trembled, cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

His performance was naturally seen by Wen Zhong and Taoist, and they also noticed that the house seemed to be too clean, but the law of killing ghosts has not yet been triggered. The enemy is dark and we are clear, so we should observe first before taking the next step. Intend.

Wen Zhong was looking around carefully. He looked at the decorative oil paintings hanging on the wall, and was amazed in his heart, because the women in the paintings were so beautiful.

She has long hair shawl, wearing a tulle, which interprets the definition of beauty to the maximum extent, and the artist also contributed a lot, with soft brush strokes and bright colors. Wen Zhong only feels that this painting only exists in the sky, and it is rare to see it a few times in the world.

Just when Wen Zhong wanted to touch the woman in the painting, suddenly there were two coughing sounds from behind him, and Taoist stood behind him at some point.

"If little friend likes oil paintings, then I will present those Bi Jia's oil paintings in my family collection to little friend after the work is done. How would you like it?"

"The Taoist priest was joking. I'm a rough person who doesn't understand art, but I can't help but look at this woman more because of her beauty."

After finishing speaking, the Taoist also looked at the oil painting, and he was also amazed, saying that he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life for so long, if he was ten years younger, even if he spent a lot of money, he would definitely make her smile.

Wen Zhong smiled and didn't say anything, but his vigilance gradually increased. Although this painting does not have supernatural power attached, it is probably not easy to distract himself in such a dangerous place.

He secretly wrote down the characteristics of the oil painting in his heart, and looked for relevant clues when he was free after going out.

"Master, the gossip to kill evil and demons has been laid out, please give instructions, master." At this moment, Erjiu, one of the Taoist's two apprentices, shouted.

"Good apprentice, go to the second floor next, and set up the four elephants to punish evil." The Taoist nodded with satisfaction, "Four elephants and eight trigrams, to kill evil and subdue demons, the two formations gather together, and the house can be prosperous."

Wen Zhong was speechless as he watched from the sidelines. He walked to the stairs, feeling silently in his heart, this Taoist is really cruel enough.

Suddenly he was bumped from behind by someone, and he took a closer look at the Taoist's apprentices Erjiu and Yiba, who were going to the second floor with the formation props.

"Please have some good eyesight, please, don't make trouble for us." Er Jiu looked at Wen Zhong impatiently, and Yi Ba snickered beside him.

Seeing their appearance, Wen Zhong smiled and stepped aside to get out of the way of the stairs. Seeing that Wen Zhong was so "interested", the two of them didn't say anything more, leaving only a contemptuous look in their eyes, and went straight upstairs .

Although he didn't know why, but being targeted by them like this, Wen Zhong didn't bother to care about their life and death, and just prayed for them silently in his heart.

But don't die too fast.

(End of this chapter)