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Chapter 818 This is a loss of soul

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    Yan Wanxi walked in and saw a middle-aged man shivering in a corner, still muttering: "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

    There was another person in the room, the yamen servant who was asked by Xing Zhimo to look at the man. When he saw Xing Zhimo and the others coming in, he hurriedly saluted: "Shaoqing, Mr. Liu he still looks the same."

    "Well, I understand, you go down first." Xing Zhimo said lightly.

    After the yamen servant glanced at Yan Wanxi, he withdrew.

    Yan Wanxi walked to the middle-aged man called Mr. Liu, frowned and said, "This is a loss of soul."

    "A soul and a soul?" Xing Zhimo also frowned slightly. He just looked at him like this and thought he had just lost a soul. Unexpectedly, he lost a soul and a soul. "Is it difficult to call him out?"

    Yan Wanxi nodded and said, "It's indeed a bit difficult, but I have a simple method that I can give it a try."

    Xing Zhimo looked at Mr. Liu, who was still thinking casually, and said, "Okay, what do you need to prepare? I'll have someone prepare it."

    Yan Wanxi glanced at the room and said, "Go and prepare more candles. Also, I want to know this person's birthday and name."

    Xing Zhimo said: "Okay, this is simple."

    After saying that, Xing Zhimo called a yamen servant and asked him to get some candles.

    It was already night at this time, and candles were naturally found in every house, and they were even easier to get.

    As for the birthday and name, he has already prepared them.

    After Xing Zhimo finished his instructions, he returned to the house and saw that the middle-aged man no longer thought about what he had just done, shouting "don't kill me", but had fallen asleep peacefully.

    "I made him fall asleep so that it would be easier to do things." Yan Wanxi explained when she saw Xing Zhimo staring at the middle-aged man who was already lying down.

    Xing Zhimo: "I tried to use my spiritual power to make him sleep during the day, but I couldn't."

    The implication is to ask her how she did it.

    Yan Wanxi raised the stool in her hand and said, "Oh, spiritual power is of no use to him now, so I use this."

    Xing Zhimo: ""

    "It's okay, I controlled the strength, and he was still breathing." Seeing that he didn't speak, I thought he was worried that I would knock him to death, so I hurriedly explained.

    Xing Zhimo's face turned darker. He thought of how she seemed to have picked him up when he was chasing the fox demon, and he suddenly felt that the back of his head hurt.

    Fortunately, before Yan Wanxi could continue, the servant's voice came from the door, "Shaoqing, the candle is here."

    "Bring it in." He returned to his previous appearance, although his voice was colder.

    The yamen servant who came in was the one who had been guarding Mr. Liu all day. After he came in, he saw Mr. Liu who was still shouting just now, and now he lay down and became quiet.

    He looked at Yan Wanxi with eyes that became even more admiring.

    Xing Zhimo noticed that the yamen servant had been staring at Yan Wanxi, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

    His face couldn't help but become colder, and the temperature of his whole body dropped a bit, "You can go out now."

    The yamen servant touched his nose, quickly put down the candle and went out.

    Yan Wanxi didn¡¯t pay that much attention. She reached out and picked up the candle brought by the yamen servant, and laid out a formation on the ground.

    When she set up the formation, the room suddenly became dark.

    Yan Wanxi looked at Xing Zhimo and said, "Name."

    Xing Zhimo understood and knew that she was asking Mr. Liu's name, "Liu Yanqing."

    As soon as he finished speaking, the candles that Yan Wanxi had just lit began to flicker and go out, and there was a gloomy wind in the room.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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