Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 43

The yamen servant was so frightened that his legs went limp and he froze on the spot.Fang Changqing suddenly thought of the scene when Qin Xianghe was in the cemetery that day, and hurriedly shouted at the yamen servant: "Stop her!"

Then he rushed over first, grabbed her hand and was about to break it.But that hand was as hard and cold as the ghost corpse of the Qin family.The strength in his hands is as strong as a man in his prime, how can he still be a weak woman?
The yamen officer also reacted at this time, and quickly stepped forward together with Fang Changqing to force Li Yufeng's hands apart, cut them behind her back, and roughly held her whole body on the dressing table.

That Li Yufeng began to struggle violently, and made a muffled sound from his mouth, the voice was intermittent, and he couldn't make out what he said, but it was a male voice that was so creepy.

Seeing that the two big men were almost unable to hold back.Because Fang Ling changed his clothes and had no charms on him, he had to bite his middle finger quickly in desperation. Using blood as a medium, he quickly drew a Zhengyang talisman on the palm of his left hand, and pressed his palm on Li Yufeng's forehead.

As soon as the blood talisman touched Li Yufeng's flesh, a puff of green smoke immediately rose, as if scalding her like a branding iron, causing her unbearable pain, and immediately let out a sharp and strange cry.He opened his mouth and bit Fang Ling's wrist.

As soon as Fang Ling let go of his hand due to pain in his wrist, Li Yufeng also collapsed to the ground, twitching all over, foaming at the mouth and fell unconscious.

The yamen servant was so frightened that he pulled Li Yufeng's arm and shouted, "Aunt Li, Aunt Li..."

Fang Ling grinned in pain, "Stop screaming, let her rest for a while and she will wake up naturally."

"What happened to her?"

Fang Changqing stroked the little goat's beard and said: "She was possessed by a ghost. Fortunately, she was discovered in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

When the yamen servant heard that the ghost was on his body, he was so frightened that he threw it away. Li Yufeng turned over and got up, and retreated to the side.

At this time, Qin Xianghe and the other three yamen servants who lived in the next yard also rushed over.Everyone was terrified when they heard the ghost upper body, and lost their minds for a while.They all looked at Fang Changqing in unison, hoping that he would come up with an idea.

Fang Changqing has been really upset for a while, and he has been suffocating, and now he can feel proud and elated.He raised his chin to the sky, pointed at a yamen servant who usually despised him the most, and gave orders:

"You, go find a piece of hemp rope and tie up your aunt. That little maid, hurry up and clean her up. I will perform a ritual for her right away to drive out the evil spirits from her body."

The yamen servant and maid who had been named immediately turned sallow with fright, and looked at Fang Changqing pitifully and hesitated.

Fang Changqing finally let out this bad breath and shouted:

"Go quickly. If you are delayed, she has some shortcomings. The two of you will explain it to Mr. Zhao yourself."

Seeing that there was no room for change, the two had no choice but to go cautiously.By the time everything was sorted out, both of them were breaking out in a cold sweat.

Fang Changqing changed his Taoist robes, set up a Dharma altar in the house, and began to perform the Dharma in a pretentious manner.

Fang Ling knew that the evil spirit had already run away, and had just been bitten hard again. At this time, she didn't bother to care about her father's drama.I found a quiet place and sat down to treat the wound.

Qin Xianghe asked Uncle Li for half a bowl of soju and came over to clean up Fang Ling's wound.After the blood was washed away, the area around the wound was black and blue, and a small amount of Yin Qi was lingering and overflowing.

What surprised Fang Ling was that this yin energy was exactly the same as the yin energy in the coffin just now.

Seeing Qin Xianghe carefully bandaging her, she suddenly remembered Qin Xianghe's ankle.

Fang Ling ignored the bandage and pushed Qin Xianghe down on the chair, lifted his feet and took off his shoes and socks.

Qin Xianghe was shocked. He was so anxious and embarrassed that he couldn't help but blush. He forgot to resist and was about to lie down and let her do whatever she wanted.Unexpectedly, Fang Ling suddenly stopped again.

The handprints on Qin Xianghe's ankles in front of him have almost dissipated, and there is still a faint blue outline. The faint breath is exactly the same as the one on his own hand, no wonder he feels familiar just now.

In this case, it was the same thing that attacked Qin Xianghe that day.As for Dachun's death, it is very likely that it has something to do with this ghost.

I felt that Dachun's death was strange that day, but now I think together, it must have been the reason that Dachun's mind was fascinated by him and led him to the place where the animal trap was placed.First he stepped on the bear trap and then took him to the river and drowned him.

But why step on two bear traps?And why did you bring him into the river?Wouldn't it be a waste of success if someone found him on the way across the village to Jianhe?
Fang Ling was lost in thought for a moment, and forgot to let go of Qin Xianghe's ankle.

Qin Xianghe stretched out his hand and waved it carefully before Fang Ling's eyes, "Sister Ling? Girl Ling? Although I sound a bit flirtatious, I am actually a serious person."

When Fang Ling came back to his senses, he realized that the two of them were in an awkward position.Throwing Qin Xianghe's leg, he got up and returned to his chair to sit down.

Recalling what Qin Xianghe said just now, he couldn't hold back, "Who is not a decent person?"

Qin Xianghe shrugged his shoulders and said with a frivolous smile, "Isn't this obvious?" He imitated Fang Ling's movements and gestured twice.

Fang Ling was so angry that he punched him with his old fist, "I just...just checked the wound. Weren't you injured before? There is a black handprint on your ankle, do you still remember?"

Mentioning the black handprint, Qin Xianghe seemed to suddenly understand and asked in a voice: "Are you talking about the thing that grabbed my ankle that day and this time...?"

Fang Ling nodded, "I'm afraid it is. Not only you, but even Dachun's death may have something to do with that thing."

Qin Xianghe said in astonishment: "What on earth is that?"

"I don't know, maybe it's an evil spirit or maybe it's not!" Fang Ling couldn't be sure.

Qin Xianghe was frightened for a while, thinking that he had been possessed by some kind of evil these days. No matter how much he provoked this thing, he would be damned for eight lifetimes.

(End of this chapter)