Su Haoran controlled this power and pointed at Lin Xiaosong's out-of-body Yin Shen.

ah

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiaosong himself suddenly held his head and let out a scream. He collapsed to the ground with a plop, and his limbs kept twitching.

Little boy, what's wrong with you? The old man behind Lin Xiaosong immediately squatted down, helped Lin Xiaosong up, and raised his hand to press his philtrum.

At the same time, the Yin Shen, enveloped by the power of the purification talisman, retreated into Lin Xiaosong's body with a whoosh.

ah

Lin Xiaosong roared in pain again, and then blood oozed from the corners of his eyes, nose and ears.

Boy, boy, what's the matter with you? The old man looked anxious. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at Su Haoran. The surname was Su. Is it you?

Damn it, old man, which one of your eyes saw what I did? Su Haoran said confidently.

That is, my brother is standing here. Your son is ill. What does it matter to my brother? Shi Zhongyu asked.

Damn, he's not my son, he's a grandson. The old man was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead, but he really had no evidence that Su Haoran was causing trouble.

Fatty Ni then said: Does this kid have any illness? He is afraid that he will lose if he continues to gamble. He cannot bear it mentally. So if he is ill, do you need to call an ambulance for him?

No need. At this time, Lin Xiaosong came to his senses. He waved his hand, opened a pair of bloodshot eyes, then pointed to the largest stone in the pile of rocks and said: This is the one. The surname is Su. This time I want

You lose everything.
Chapter completed!