Wang Mazi was so frightened that he waved his hands and scratched his hands!

The bull's head seemed to be alive, biting his collar tightly and not letting go.

I squinted my eyes to take a closer look and took a breath.

The cow had a head injury, but Feng Ziyue smeared its eyes with blood!

A layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared all over my body!

We have never done this without paying attention to the details, and it has been like this for generations.

This is a weird and strange rule in our industry.

Because if this thing clicks on the eyeball, it is equivalent to 'alive'!

This will also attract ghosts, which is very unlucky.

The bull's head bit Wang Mazi's neck firmly, and forcefully pulled out a piece of flesh.

The blood immediately stained the bull's head red, and there were countless pieces of paper around it that were crushed by his feet.

A fierce wind blew by...

He instantly overturned those paper bundles and pounced on Wang Mazi like a hungry wolf!

"Ahhhhh!"

"Help ah ah ah!"

Wang Mazi yelled like crazy.

Seeing pools of bright red blood flowing out from under his body.

The cows and horses were dyed red and tied with paper.

The dark wind suddenly swirled and instantly swept the three gangsters into the air.

Oops! Feng Ziyue wants to kill them!

"Feng Ziyue!" I shouted loudly: "This is not your Feng family!"

If this continues, someone will die!

Wang Mazi and his two younger brothers were already unconscious by now.

The blood on the ground smelled fishy, ​​and the wind was spinning faster and faster!

If you can't hold it, you might attract some lonely ghosts around you.

Then there will be trouble!

Grandpa also quickly pulled Feng Ziyue and said: "Stop, kid!"

"They are doing evil, we can't do evil, quickly, stop!"

Feng Ziyue's face became sullen, as if his eyes were red with blood.

After hearing grandpa's persuasion, he slowly put down his hands.

He gasped for air and slowly calmed down...

The dark wind suddenly turned into air and dispersed, and those few were also thrown out.

Looking at the ones on the ground, they had already passed out.

I quickly ran over and moved all the paper bundles away.

I knelt down and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that they were still breathing.

Then he turned around and asked Grandpa: "Grandpa, these paper ties..."

"burn."

Grandpa quickly returned to the house and took out a few handfuls of incense.

Stack the paper in the corner, light the incense, and burn it.

As soon as I brushed, the dark wind blew through, and the fire burning on the paper was extremely strong.

Almost instantly, all the paper bundles were reduced to ashes.

I looked back at Feng Ziyue.

He sat on the ground with his head lowered and stared at his hands in a daze.

It seemed that he didn't expect that he would do such a thing.

I pursed my lips, not knowing what to say to him.

Grandpa asked in a low voice: "Is this child blind or not?"

What he did just now, although evil, was definitely a ruthless method.

It is estimated that he learned these things in Fengjiapuzi.

Just because it is blind, it loses value.

But, if Feng Jiabaozi knew that he still had some ability, would he take him back?

I have also seen this kind of battle. I was still young at that time and my memory is not very deep.

I vaguely seem to have seen this kind of evil method, where people were stabbed to death with paper...

Trying to think back made my mind buzz.

He reached out and pressed his temples, rubbing them gently to relieve them.

Grandpa sighed and walked up to Feng Ziyue: "Child, you, you..."

"I'm sorry." Feng Ziyue suddenly raised his head.

He looked straight at Grandpa through the layers of gauze, his tone sincere and filled with regret.

Probably he couldn't control his bloody violence.

I stared at him and couldn't imagine how he was raised in Fengjiapuzi.

Is it possible to just deal with these crooked magic all day long?

How evil are they, Feng Jiabaozi...?

Is it human blood and wild ginseng again, and is it paper sticks that harm people?

"Let's deal with a few of them first." I pointed to the piles in the yard.

The gangsters who were covered in blood and still lingering were wailing now.
Chapter completed!