The talisman was completely burned.

Along with the upward green smoke, Mi Qilian exhaled a breath of black air. The black air chased the green smoke, as if it was going to the nine heavens.

Whoosh!

The next second.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the black smoke seemed to have thought of something again, and broke away from the green smoke and got into Mi Qilian's stomach again.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng frowned slightly and whispered: "Uncle Master, the Demon Infant is too violent and wants to be reincarnated into the world. Please don't leave at all."

After saying that, he added: "I'm afraid it will be tough."

"no."

Uncle Jiu objected: "Mei Lian is already eight months pregnant. She will die if we force her to do so."

"Master, is there any other way?"

Wencai also said at the side: "If Mrs. Long dies, Nianying will definitely be sad."

Hear the sound.

Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai.

Wencai shrank his neck in fright.

Originally, he was supposed to stand aside and recite the mantra with Zhang Heng, but in the end, he forgot how to recite the mantra to purify the world and almost made Uncle Jiu angry to death.

"Skills have specializations."

"Meeting psychics, asking for rice, and raising infant spirits are Gu Gu's specialties. I'm not good at these things."

Uncle Jiu walked around the room, and then said to Zhang Heng: "Ah Heng, use my tone, go to the telegraph office and send a telegram to Wuhua, tell Aunt Zhe that I am in trouble, and ask her to come overnight.

You must arrive as soon as possible.”

"Yes, uncle."

Zhang Heng left after saying that.

"Brother Heng, let me go with you. The telegraph office will be off work now. I know all the people on duty."

"Um?"

Zhang Heng thought to himself, how do you know who is on duty today?

Then he thought of Mi Nianying's attribute of "saving all sentient beings", and he didn't feel embarrassed to ask. After all, there were many people in the room, and it would be bad to make a big blush.

"Well, go ahead."

Zhang Heng picked up the sword and walked out without looking back.

"Brother Heng, I'll go with you too."

Wencai also wanted to follow.

"You stay."

Zhang Heng rejected Wencai's kindness.

Wen Cai looked at him pitifully, but due to the presence of Uncle Jiu, he did not dare to say anything else.

Outside the Marshal's Mansion.

"Brother Heng, can you read palms?"

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Mi Nianying looked at Zhang Heng with a smile.

"Won't."

Zhang Heng said without thinking.

"Then what do you know?"

Mi Nianying moved towards Zhang Heng and touched Zhang Heng's Taiping Sword with her little hand: "Brother Heng, this sword is so hard."

Zheng!

Zhang Heng pulled out his sword and said, "I know how to kill people. Do you want to see it?"

"No, not anymore."

Mi Nianying shivered when the cold light on the sword flashed.

"Drive, drive faster."

Zhang Heng held the sword and closed his eyes to rest.

Buzz buzz...

The car was driving on a small road and there was not a single pedestrian on the street.

After driving for more than ten minutes, Zhang Heng suddenly opened his eyes: "Stop!"

Crunch...

The car stopped suddenly, and the driver asked unexpectedly: "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?"

"How far is the Marshal's Mansion from the Telegraph Office?"

"It's not that far."

The driver replied.

Zhang Heng said coldly: "Don't you think this road is a bit long?"

"yes."

Mi Nianying looked out the window: "Why is this road so long and you haven't been out for more than ten minutes?"

Crunch...

Zhang Heng pushed open the car door and got out of the car with his sword in hand.

Woo woo woo...

A gust of wind blew, Zhang Heng stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw a piece of paper in his hand.

L.

A trumpet sounded in my ears.

Zhang Heng looked forward and saw a group of funeral processions wearing white clothes, carrying coffins, singing and dancing walking towards the opposite side.

The next second, there was another movement behind him.

When I turned around, I saw at the other end a group of people wearing red clothes and carrying a large sedan chair to welcome the bride.

"How dare you show off your trivial skills!"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, stepped on the Seven Stars, and drew out his sword: "General, please help me!"

After saying that, he pointed the tip of his sword towards the funeral procession.

"Call the wind!"

woo woo woo woo...

With Zhang Heng as the center, a yellow wind swept across the sky and swept towards the funeral procession.

As soon as I saw them, each paper figure was blown into the sky by the strong wind, and was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Please help me, General Digong!"

Zhang Heng shouted again, pointing his sword at the wedding team: "Call the rain!"

Wow.

It rained heavily.

The yellow raindrops fell to the ground, and as soon as they touched the flowers, plants and trees, they withered and died.

The wedding team was hit by raindrops and began to melt instantly.

Zhang Heng took a closer look and saw that under the red auspicious clothes were actually dummies filled with tree branches, corn stalks, sorghum stalks and withered grass.

"If you are born in Jiazi, the world will be blessed!"

Zhang Heng raised his sword horizontally and pointed toward the sky: "Please help me, General Heavenly Lord!"

Boom!!

A bolt of thunder struck down suddenly and hit the Taiping Sword.

Zhang Heng stepped on the Seven Stars and slashed out with his sword into the space around him: "Break!"

Click!!

A gap opened in the space, and then it suddenly shattered like a mirror.

When you first look, you can see that there is no path here, it is clearly a cemetery, with more than a dozen dummies buried with them on both sides of the grave.

"snort!"
Chapter completed!