Chapter 19 The Prodigal Son of the Deer Family

Cao Lei's villa is remote, and there are no people within a few kilometers around.

Even though he hadn't approached yet, Luxi saw a surge of resentment in the direction of the villa.

The black resentment was so ferocious that it almost turned into a solid body, and felt the breath of a living person, rushing towards this side.

But he died halfway, and a golden light flashed around the entire villa, like a golden bell, covering the boiling resentment inside.

"This golden light array is well laid out." And there is still some shadow of her third junior brother in it, Lu Xi concealed the latter sentence.

The Golden Light Formation is a trapping formation, like a heaven and earth net, preventing evil things from escaping.

But everyone's method of setting up formations is different. Among the Luxi masters, the third junior brother is the best at setting up formations. She is just the opposite. She knows the same thing about formations, and that is to break through thousands of formations with one force. In short It is violent demolition.

"Fortunately, this villa is remote, and there is a formation of the special office, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." Lao Zhang said here with a hint of luck in his tone.

This is probably the only luck in misfortune. Resentment is the best tonic for ghosts, but it has a great corrosive effect on living things. Whether it is a person, an animal, or even a plant, once it is wrapped in resentment, it will lose its sanity. It is fatal.

Special Office!
It sounds like an official organization, the third junior brother is the most unrestrained person, when did he get involved with the official.

Luxi temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart.

After entering the villa, the inside was very empty, as if no one had lived in it for a long time, and the villa was facing the shade, so the sun could not shine in, and the whole room looked extraordinarily cold.

The entrance to the basement is located at the innermost part of the corridor on the first floor. Even though it is daytime, it is still like night, and you can't see your fingers.

Lao Zhang and another policeman struggled for a long time to pull up the floor of the basement entrance. The floor is made of unknown material, but a small piece weighs as much as a thousand catties. Ordinary people will not even think about entering the entrance if they find it. .

Fortunately, Lao Zhang and the other policeman are not ordinary people.

Walking down the stairs for at least 5 minutes, the more you go down, the darker and colder it is. The scorching sun in early spring is like deep winter here, making your hair cold in your bones and your teeth chattering uncontrollably .

Finally at the end, the lights in the basement are dimmer than it looks in the photos, and the road ahead can be vaguely seen.

The entire basement area is not large, and the ground is covered with red lines from the entrance, like spider webs, and like human blood vessels, extending to the center of the basement, which is where the ghost formation is located.

"Master, help me." In the ghost formation, Kong Zhenzhen, the ghost Luxi had seen before, was almost transparent, stretching out her arms, struggling for help.

But Lao Zhang and another policeman did not notice this.

The arrangement of this ghost formation is very advanced, the formation cannot be broken, and outsiders can't even see clearly inside.

When it can be seen clearly, either the formation is broken, or the Gu King has been cultivated.

Luxi was born with the eyes of the sky, and all the ghosts and monsters cannot be hidden from her. These eyes are also the key to breaking the formations violently because she has never studied the formations carefully, because she can see the eyes of the formations.

Lu Xi took out a piece of talisman paper and threw it towards the ghost formation.

When the talisman and the formation were connected, there was a loud bang, lightning and thunder, but the ghost formation was not broken.

"It's pretty solid." Lu Xi took out his backpack, and a large stack of the same talisman paper appeared in his hand.

"What are these?" Old Zhang was dumbfounded.

"Sky Thunder Talisman. It's too slow to break the formation, and I'm not good at it." Lu Xi said truthfully.

No matter how he sang that song, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he was talking about Lao Zhang at this moment.

Of course he knew it was the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, but he had lived half a hundred years and was considered an old man in the special office, but it was the first time he saw such a big handwriting.

The ones in Luxi's hands are almost catching up with the stock in the warehouse of the special office.

It's not that there are only dozens of talisman papers in the Tangtang Special Office, but that there are only so many top-grade talisman papers.

Luxi raised his hand, and under the watchful eyes of Lao Zhang holding his heart in pain, dozens of Heavenly Thunder Talismans were sprinkled down one after another, and the ghost refining formation burst with a bang.

There are so many sky thunder talismans, not to mention one ghost formation, even ten can be blasted.

At the same time, in a dark room, an old man with long robes, white beard, ruddy complexion, white hair and childish face spurted a mouthful of blood, his complexion was instantly as paper, his hair stood on end, as if struck by lightning, his eyes were dark, and he raised his voice and shouted: "Which family's prodigal son?" , Dare to spoil the old man’s good deeds.”

(End of this chapter)

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