"Hey, what's the big deal? Just burn these seven corpses and it'll be fine."

  The director of the house laughed and shouted at the police outside: "Go get some gasoline, burn these seven corpses for me."

  Lin Xiaofeng hastily said: "Cannot burn."

  "Their three souls and seven spirits have now turned into blood gods, their corpses are the nests of the blood gods. Once the nest is burned, these blood gods will burst out and start a massacre."

  The Minister of Housing also frowned: "Then what do you think we should do?"

  "This matter is getting more and more complicated." Lin Xiaofeng's eyebrows furrowed deeply: "Director Fang, have someone send Pangzi back for a trip."

  "Fatty, go bring me my stuff."

  Huang Pangzi hastily nodded: "Alright."

  After Huang Pangzi left, Lin Xiaofeng said: "Director Fang, let the people in this village evacuate first. If they stay here until night falls, the Blood God will come out and start a massacre."

  The director of the house bureau nodded slightly and ordered someone to let the residents of this village leave temporarily.

  "Can you handle these blood gods?" Director Fang looked at the seven corpses kneeling on the ground and asked with some trepidation.

  "It's suffocating." Lin Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and said: "Let me think of a countermeasure first."

  After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out of this earth house.

  It's just that the Blood God Curse is okay, but what are these seven people doing? They're just mixed up in society, to put it more severely, they're just kidnappers.

  Why did they want to commit suicide? Kidnapping individuals, although heinous in nature, does not necessarily warrant a death sentence.

  But they were surrounded and all committed suicide, which is also too bizarre.

  Lin Xiaofeng felt that these guys' identities were definitely not just kidnappers.

  Lin Xiaofeng walked out of the house and took out his mobile phone to call his master.

  The phone rang for a while before it was answered.

  "Hey, Master, I have something to ask you." Lin Xiaofeng continued, recounting what had happened.

  "Blood God Curse? That's right, it was indeed a sorcery of the Jin Dynasty. It seems that this matter is related to the Holy Golden Church."

  "What's this about the Holy Golden Teachings?" Lin Xiaofeng asked in confusion.

  "It's a remnant of the defeated Jin Dynasty, a group of sorcerers who formed a demonic cult that has been passed down for many years, always active in the Heilongjiang area, how did it suddenly run to Chengdu?"

  Lin Xiaofeng nodded and said, "I'm also very curious. After all, they kidnapped Xu Xiangyang, but Xu Xiangyang isn't a person from the Yin-Yang realm. Could it be related to Xu Xiangyang's father?"

  "You be careful, I'll go ask Saint Jin Jiao's side to see what's going on. If it's a misunderstanding, I'll explain it to them."

  After finishing speaking, Mao Linlong hung up the phone.

  Lin Xiaofeng hung up the phone and found Director Fang.

  At this time, the head of the house was also busy and worried, originally just a kidnapping case, suddenly upgraded to a paranormal case.

  The handling of paranormal cases is completely different from kidnapping cases.

  "Director Fang, get someone to help find some cinnabar and black dog blood. It's best if the black dog is freshly slaughtered. Also, find a large fishing net that can cover this earthen house."

  The Minister of Housing nodded hastily: "Alright, this matter is settled."

  Having said that, Director Fang hurriedly instructed people to get busy.

  Things were soon found.

  Lin Xiaofeng fetched a bucket of water, filled it with the black dog's blood, then poured in a large bag of cinnabar and stirred it before throwing the fishing net into it to soak.

  The best way is to seal the seven Blood Gods tightly in the rough house.

  Then think of ways to get rid of them.

  Time passed bit by bit, and Huang Pangzi soon rushed back, handing over the suitcase to Lin Xiaofeng.

  "Fatty, find a rectangular wooden table, and also let the head of the Public Security Bureau withdraw all the police in this village. They are useless if they stay here." Lin Xiaofeng said.

  Huang Pangzi was stunned for a while and said: "What do you want a long wooden table for?"

  "I want to open a stall." Lin Xiaofeng said, looking at the rough house.

  "Will you still be holding a ritual?" Huang Baozi asked incredulously.

  Lin Xiao Feng gave Huang Pangzi a glance, previously there was no need to open an altar, either because the evil spirits were too weak and didn't require one, or when encountering powerful evil spirits, time was too pressing and there wasn't even a chance to open an altar.

  "Cut the crap and get on with it."

  After everything was ready, those police also withdrew from the village.

  Only House Director did not leave, he came to the rough house and said to Lin Xiaofeng: "Little Lin, how is the preparation going?"

  At this time, Lin Xiaofeng had already put on a Taoist robe.

  A yellow cloth was also spread over the wooden table, and the Taoist altar was set up.

  In the center of the altar is a small incense burner, with candles lit on both sides, paper money, peach wood swords and other items, everything that should be there is there.

  "It's almost done." Lin Xiaofeng looked at the rough house and said: "Director Fang, aren't you going to recuse yourself?"

  "Haha, I'm here to broaden my horizons, why should I avoid it?"

  "Fatso, take care of Director Fang later." Lin Xiaofeng said.

  Huang Pangzi grasped a golden sword in his hand and nodded: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no evil can harm Director Fang."

  Lin Xiaofeng took a look at the sky, and the sun was just right. He pulled out the fishing net that had been soaking in black dog blood, set up a ladder, climbed up, and covered the rough house with the net.

  The fishing net was completely dyed red at this time.

  Lin Xiaofeng returned to the altar, took out a stick of incense, lit it, and bowed in all directions. He recited: "I am Lin Xiaofeng, here to exorcise evil spirits. I request that passing demons, lonely souls, and wild ghosts do not disturb."

  After finishing speaking, he took out paper money and scattered it around in a circle.

  This is the preparatory work before the opening of the altar, spending money to avoid disaster.

  As long as you give them money, generally speaking, the evil spirits around won't come to disturb.

  Of course, it's daytime now, and there are no lonely ghosts or mountain spirits appearing, but this is the pre-ritual etiquette. Lin Xiaofeng still splashed a circle before returning to the front of the altar.

  Lin Xiaofeng's face turned slightly serious as he picked up the peach wood sword and began to recite: "Disciple Lin Xiaofeng, today I shall establish my altar and eradicate evil, swiftly and decisively! Establish the altar!"

  As soon as he finished his thought, the incense on the table suddenly grew two inches taller.

  "Director Fang, can you get a robust special police officer over here? Of course, on the premise that they're not afraid of death."

  Lin Xiaofeng turned back and asked.

  The director of the house furrowed his brow slightly, nodded, picked up his phone, made a call, and in less than two minutes, a 1.8-meter-tall muscular SWAT officer rushed over.

  "He's called Han Xiuyuan, a distant nephew of mine," said Director Fang.

  Han Xiu Yuan threw it over and saluted Director Fang with a bow.

  "Xu Yuan, you'll be going in soon, are you afraid?" Lin Xiao Feng asked.

  Han Xiu furrowed his brow slightly, and Fang Bureau Director walked up and whispered something in his ear.

  Han Xiu Yuan nodded and said: "Don't worry!"

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