But Zhang Jun is not in the mood to hear her say something big. After telling Yao Li about her current situation, Yao Li said on the other end of the phone: "Well, that's it, you're in that city."

"City L."

"I know someone can help you. You can guarantee that this matter is fine, but he charges for Weibo coins."

When Zhang Jun heard that there was a door, he immediately asked Yao Li for a phone number. Zhang Jun didn't care about the cost. Compared with his relatives, Weibo coins were nothing.

Zhang Jun dialed in according to the number Yao Li said. After a moment, a hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. Zhang Jun told him bluntly that he wanted to ask him for help.

"300 Weibo Coin." The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and offered a bid code. Zhang Jun decisively agreed.

After Zhang Jun told the other party about his position, he waited patiently. During this period, the little ghost trapped in the red rope array kept struggling.

The face without facial features showed a fierce and ferocious outline. The two human faces on her abdomen were constantly twisting together, making vicious curses, hating Zhang Jun to kill them.

But the more the little devil struggled, the tighter the red line formation around him. In the end, only the young woman and the young man were left with her face constantly cursing Zhang Jun on the little devil's belly.

If Uncle San's soul was not still in the little devil's belly, Zhang Jun would have pulled the thread tightly to send them to the west.

After waiting for more than two people to disappear, the sky was getting dark, and the little ghost trapped in the red rope array suddenly calmed down, his body contracted into a ball, curled up and squatted on the ground, trembling and trembling.

Zhang Jun opened the door and saw that it was a middle-aged man. Before he could see his appearance clearly, a strong ghost aura rushed towards him, which made Zhang Jun shudder.

The guy in front of him was even more terrifying than the little devil who was trapped in the house. An instinctive intuition made Zhang Jun feel deeply afraid of the middle-aged man.

"300 Weibo coins, transfer them to me when things are done."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked cold. Zhang Jun finally saw his appearance clearly. His thin cheeks were staring at two deep dark circles, giving people a feeling that this person seemed like a pile of ice, making people feel instinctively afraid.

"It's okay if I transfer it to you now, but you have to make sure there is no problem."

Although Weibo coins are very precious, they are nothing compared to the life of his third uncle. The middle-aged man raised his lips: "No one dares to pay my Yang Kun's money. Similarly, since I, Yang Kun, have come, I will never do anything wrong."

Yang Kun walked into the room and saw the little ghost trapped in the red line formation. He browned and said to Zhang Jun: "It's interesting, are you selling this red line?"

"ah?"

Zhang Jun didn't expect that the other party would be interested in the red line. In fact, this red line is very particular. Most people can't do it. It not only requires black blood, but also requires the corresponding time to mix it in cinnabar to soak it out.

People who don’t understand the tricks cannot make such a red string. Zhang Jun was eager to help the person. After hearing Yang Kun’s words, he immediately said: “Save my third uncle back, I will give you the method of making this red string.”

"readily!"

Yang Kun smiled rarely on his sinister face. He stepped forward and grabbed it directly on the little ghost. Zhang Jun saw it really, Yang Kun's shriveled palm seemed to be covered with a layer of skin. He could not see the flesh at all. It seemed that he could break it with a slight break.

But this hand made the little ghost scream and desperately rush out of the red rope array. However, Yang Kun was faster, he stuck his palm out, grabbed the little ghost, and snorted coldly: "Come here!"

A strong ghost energy spread across Yang Kun's palm, and a black wind rolled up around him, almost breaking the red string, and the cold wind spread, rolling the little ghost in.

In an instant, it was split inch by inch. Yang Kun reached out and grabbed it, and found eight fluorescent lights from it. It was the third uncle's soul and seven spirits. He carefully took out the bottle and put the third uncle's soul and seven spirits in and handed it to Zhang Jun.

"Your third uncle is a little wise and has been captured by a little ghost, but he has not hurt his soul consciousness. It is best if you have the fragrance of resurrection. If you don't have it, just ask the blogger to exchange it for one, which is not expensive for 30 Weibo coins."

Zhang Jun carefully put the bottle away and nodded to Yang Kun to thank him. He knew that Yang Kun would definitely not help sending Uncle Third's soul back, because Uncle Third's Taoism was still there, and if he went up to do it, he would inevitably be very energetic.

After all, Taoism still restrains the likes of ghosts and gods, so Zhang Jun immediately sent a private message to the horror Weibo and traded 300 Weibo coins to Yang Kun. Zhang Jun followed Yang Kun’s Weibo, called Xingji Yaoshi.

Zhang Jun asked, Yang Kun’s ID in the group was the same as his Weibo name, and he planned to send him the method of making the red rope to him after Uncle San woke up.

At this time, Yang Kun waved his hand and two balls of dark fire were hit by him on the two headless corpses in the living room. As soon as the dark fire was burned, the two corpses gradually began to rot and deform, emitting a strong stench. However, their corpses were not destroyed, but instead, under the action of these two balls of dark fire, the corpses changed.

"The death of these two people is very troublesome. It's just a supernatural incident. At that time, there will be someone who will come to deal with the aftermath, and you will not be involved."

Before, Zhang Jun was still having a headache about how to deal with two corpses. Yang Kun said this, and Zhang Jun also saved a lot of trouble. After the two left.

The two corpses gradually began to stand up and emitted a strong corpse energy. I believe that it won’t be long before the entire community will know that there were two headless rotten corpses here and they were running around.

Zhang Jun originally wanted to ask again about how ZF would deal with this matter, but his third uncle's matter is more important. The longer the soul leaves the body, the higher the harm it will cause to people.

Therefore, without asking in detail, Zhang Jun hurriedly left the community with his things, took a taxi, and Zhang Jun rushed to the hospital directly.

After Uncle San was sent, the doctor had already conducted a set of examinations. Although the reason could not be found, they had already confirmed that Uncle San is now in a vegetative state. The hospital was still thinking about how to notify the family and resettle the patients. Fortunately, Zhang Jun rushed over in time and completed all the medical expenses and procedures, and asked someone to arrange for Uncle San to be admitted to a single ward first.

It was already late at night. Zhang Jun sent a private message to the horror Weibo to exchange for a resurrection incense. The horror Weibo reply was almost instantly. He @ Zhang Jun and deducted his 30 Weibo coins.

Before Zhang Jun could come back to his senses, his hand suddenly sank, and an ebony box fell on Zhang Jun's hand. At this speed, Zhang Jun felt that the key was changed to the Horror Weibo to "Horror Express" and he probably had to make money and make money.

When I opened the box, a black fragrance that was long on my thumb was taken out by Zhang Jun. After igniting a wisp of green smoke, it made a white mist appear in the entire ward.

Zhang Jun opened the bottle, and eight light spots floated out from it like fireflies, as if they were pulled by the fragrance of resurrection and drilled into Uncle San's mouth and nose.

Huh ~

Zhang Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Zhang Jun raised his head and suddenly saw human faces huddled together outside the window, and the old and young people stared at Uncle San.

"broken!"

Zhang Jun's expression changed and he immediately went up to extinguish the resurrection incense. He was eager to save people. He forgot that this place was a hospital, and ignited the resurrection incense. He didn't know how big a mess would happen.

“Ah~~”

A scream suddenly sounded in the corridor outside, and then all kinds of noises became louder and louder. At this time, my third uncle gradually woke up and my head was dizzy. After seeing Zhang Jun, my third uncle was stunned and said, "Why are you here?"

It’s also a pity that the third uncle has a good fortune. After his soul returns to his body, he can immediately remember what happened before when he wakes up. If it were an ordinary person, he would have to be dizzy for two or three months before he could completely recover.

Zhang Jun roughly said what happened after he rushed over, but Zhang Jun did not mention anything about Resurrection and Yang Kun, but just said that he met an expert and helped him.

At this time, Uncle San realized that something was wrong outside. Suddenly, he saw the resurrection incense on the head of the bed. He pinched a pinch of incense ash and sniffed it gently, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"You click this in the hospital?"

When Zhang Jun saw Uncle San’s face, he knew that he would be scolded next. As expected, Uncle San pointed at Zhang Jun’s head with a stern face and scolded: “I have told you so many times, hospitals, crematoriums, and these places don’t do anything, you just don’t listen.”

These places have heavy yin energy, and the practice can easily cause many variables and troubles. I am also eager to rescue people and don’t have so many worries.

"Go away."

Uncle San immediately sat up from the bed, packed up his things and pulled Zhang Jun out of the hospital. As for the noisy in the hospital, according to Uncle San, he couldn't control it. He attracted too many things, but those things were to scare people to death, and there was no harm. When the sun came out tomorrow, it would be gone.

After returning home, Uncle San lay on the chair and asked about the young woman and the young man, and sighed: "Your great-grandfather is right. The most dangerous thing is the human heart. This time the boat capsized in the gutter, and it was so hungry that I couldn't come back."

Zhang Jun sat aside and nodded without saying anything, because he just said that the two people ran away in the end and did not tell the third uncle about the tragic death of the two.

Otherwise, with the third uncle's temper, it would be light to punish him, and he would be afraid that he would be uneasy and want to go back and place the bodies of the two people, and things would be in trouble then.

After sending Uncle San into the house to rest, Zhang Jun climbed back to the bed and clicked on the group first. Once Zhang Jun went online, the group was almost in full swing.

Many people are discussing the big things that happened today. Zhang Jun’s upper limit followed the record and gradually understood what the big things they were talking about were.

This time, the horror Weibo cleared nearly 80 fans. Not only that, but two followers were also cleared out.

Those who were cleaned up are undoubtedly dead. People have become accustomed to this. The fans of horror Weibo are basically alive, and death is cleaned up and you can see it by just a glance at the numbers.

But those who are following the Horror Weibo are obviously even more extraordinary. The old man in the group said that anyone who is followed by the Horror Weibo has experienced at least more than ten Weibo worlds.

In reality, these people are simply invincible existences. Two of them died at once, and you can imagine how shocking it would be.
Chapter completed!