Suddenly seeing Yuan Zhang leaving and coming back, he trembled with fright.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuanwai's thoughts were all on Mo Chuan, so he didn't blame them.

Mo Chuan apologized and entered his wife's room.

At this time, I saw the principal wife, who was over fifty years old, lying on the spring orange, panting.

When he saw Mo Chuan come in, his eyes were blurred, as if he was still immersed in some unspeakable and weird fantasy.

Mo Chuan glanced around and frowned slightly.

It's not that a monster was discovered.

But it's just too clean here.

It's as clean as a city hall when the noon sun shines on it.

From the corner of his eye, Mo Chuan glanced at Zhang Yuanwai, who was standing in front of the door and looking out, as well as the two shamans standing not far away to avoid suspicion, and thought, no wonder so many people fell into disgrace.

Is this really a bit tricky?

He thought for a moment, walked closer to his wife, and when he raised his hand, a ghost ghost appeared on his fingertips and pressed against the quilt.

Everything is business as usual.

'Isn't it a ghost?'

Mo Chuan stretched out his index finger again and lightly touched the woman's eyebrow.

A wisp of Yuan Qi leaked out from the fingertips and wandered through the woman's body.

Everything is going as usual, there are no sneaky possessions or ghosts trying to do anything.

It's just that my body is a little weak.

"Did she escape? No, her body is too clean. If she was possessed, it would definitely leave traces."

As his thoughts flickered, Mo Chuan turned and walked towards the door.

"Taoist priest, how is the situation?" Zhang Yuanwai asked quickly.

"It's very difficult." Mo Chuan said.

"Ah? This, is there nothing we can do?" Zhang Yuanwai looked ugly.

"There is another way, but the effect is hard to say."

"Master Taoist, go try it as soon as possible!" Zhang Yuanwai urged.

"This method requires borrowing three incense sticks from outside the staff." Mo Chuan said with a serious face.


Chapter completed!