I'm just a "little half fairy"

It is not common to be possessed by evil spirits, because there are few evil spirits in this world, and there are many people who will be selected by them and they must meet the conditions.

Yan Ting asked the girl's horoscope, and found that she was indeed born when the moon was cloudy and the sun was cloudy.

At this time, the girl on the bed began to desperately want to break free from the rope, and her reaction was stronger than before.

Yan Ting took out an oval piece of wood the size of a copper coin from his wide cuff, with red water ripples painted on it, and a hole in the middle.

He squeezed the girl's chin tightly with one hand, and put the wood chip into the girl's open mouth with the other.

The girl who was still irritable just now calmed down in an instant. Her complexion was extremely painful, and her bloodshot eyes were about to protrude, but she just couldn't move.

Yan Ting kneaded the formula in his hand and chanted the mantra in his mouth. After a while, strands of thin black threads floated out of the round holes in the wood chip, entangled together in mid-air like crazy long hair.

In less than a moment, those thin black threads converged into Sagiri, and then slowly condensed into the shape of a person, but only the size of a baby.

Could a little kid be an evil spirit? !

Suddenly, a thought flashed in Yan Ting's mind.

not good!

He immediately said to the people in the room: "Get out, stay away!"

The few people in the room didn't know what happened, and they panicked for a moment, but Wang Yuan reacted quickly, and dragged the other two people out of the room.

After shutting the two of them out, he turned back and asked Yan Ting, "What the hell is that?!"

Although he is in the business of exorcising ghosts like Yan Ting, he is not bad at taming some wandering ghosts on weekdays, and he really can't deal with today's posture.

Before Yan Ting could speak, the black meat dumpling seemed to wake up suddenly, desperately trying to drill back, but the way was blocked by wood chips.

It seemed a little annoyed, bared its teeth and let out a sharp and piercing cry, which made one's scalp tingle.

The black meat ball ran around in the room, suddenly stopped in mid-air, and after a while, it rushed straight towards Yan Ting.

Yan Ting dodged sideways, but suddenly thought of Wang Yuan standing behind him, so she kicked him down, and the evil spirit slammed straight into the wall.

Wang Yuan got up clutching his buttocks, and complained, "You're too cruel!"

The black meat ball hit the wall and slipped to the ground, struggling to get up again.

Ruan Lin didn't dare to go forward, so she could only hide behind Yan Ting.

"Looks like a puppet."

As soon as the words came out, Wang Yuan was startled, and immediately broke out in cold sweat.

"Are you sure?! Ghost... Why did ghost puppet appear here?!"

Although he is a half bottle vinegar in exorcising ghosts, he knows a lot about exorcising ghosts, and he is very clear about the origin of this puppet.

Yan Ting shook her head and frowned, "It stands to reason that this thing should have disappeared long ago..."

Wang Yuan swallowed, and unconsciously pulled up Yan Ting's sleeve. He looked around, afraid that the invisible puppet would pounce on him.

"What is a puppet?" Ruan Lin asked puzzled.

"Hundreds of years ago, some witches would refine new dead babies into puppets, feed them with blood, and turn them into bloodthirsty evil spirits."

Yan Ting looked at the black meat dumpling that was struggling in the corner, and said: "Ghost puppets are very easy to bite back on their feeders, so few people would take this risk to refine them. It was extinct 300 years ago."

He had only seen this kind of witchcraft in the ancient books left by his grandfather. He understood that people possessed by ghosts would gradually lose their will, become a nutritious meal for ghosts, and eventually die in pain.

Wang Yuan thought of retreating: "I'd better invite my master to come over this matter, it's important for us to run for our lives!"

Yan Ting doesn't know his master, but only knows that the master he talks about is a great person who is good at controlling demons and ghosts.

But now there is not so much time. Once the puppet is out of the host's body, it will completely lose control, and it may cause some trouble.

Yan Ting took out a talisman drawn by herself from her bosom, and bit her finger: "Try first, then talk."

Wang Yuan showed a "you're kidding me" expression.

He has not known Yan Ting for long, he only knows that he is a better charlatan than himself, and he always has some weird ancestral treasures in his hands, some can distinguish ghosts and gods, and some can accept little demons, so when he meets Yan Ting He is also willing to ask Yan Ting to help some difficult ghosts.

But the ghost puppet can't just be defined as "difficult", this is simply a terrible level!

He didn't know that Yan Ting still had such an adventurous spirit, so he could only persuade him: "Brother, although you are very brave, there is no need to put your life on the line. I'd better call the master first!"

As soon as the phone was dialed here, Yan Ting had already pressed his bitten finger on the paper talisman.

He quickly drew a few times with his fingertips, and several blood-stained lines appeared on the talisman paper.

"Thousands of evils are bound."

He chanted a spell softly, and the talisman stood up in mid-air, the blood-red lines on it glowed, and suddenly burned in the next moment.

"capture!"

The paper talisman flew directly towards the ghost puppet, and there was a tragic scream, followed by a "cracking" sound, which was obviously the sound of the black meat dumpling burning.

"receive!"

The talisman led the ghost puppet to float towards Yan Ting. The ghost puppet who was fierce just now has completely changed its appearance.

"All right."

Yan Ting handed the paper to Ruan Lin and asked her to help hold it.

The book he read recorded the method of dealing with ghosts and puppets. At that time, he just glanced at it out of interest, but he didn't expect it to be really useful.

Before Wang Yuan could react, it was over. A middle-aged man yelled from the phone in his hand: "Hello?! Are you alright?!"

He even raised his mobile phone to his ear: "Master...Master, it seems to be all right."

The other side hung up the phone with a "snap", leaving Wang Yuan with a dazed expression.

"Aren't you lying to me? You subdued the puppet so easily?"

Yan Ting knew how powerful his microphone was, so he said, "Maybe it's just an ordinary monster, maybe I made a mistake."

Wang Yuan calmed down a bit: "Let me just say, Master Chunyuan was injured when dealing with this thing, how could you subdue it so easily..."

The Chunyuan Heavenly Master he was talking about was the third generation suzerain of the Spirit Controlling Sect. There were rumors that he once confronted the puppet for a whole day, but in the end he ended up in a situation where he hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred.

But this is a legend after all, and the refining technique of the ghost puppet has been lost for many years, who knows whether this ghost puppet is authentic or not.

After a while of jumping around, the girl on the bed finally calmed down, and the hostess couldn't help covering her mouth and crying when she saw the scene in front of her.

After crying for a while, she began to talk about Yan Ting as a "living fairy", which made him feel embarrassed.

But I'm sorry, Yan Ting still couldn't help interrupting her: "Well, it's five hundred in total, transfer or cash?"

The hostess froze for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Transfer, transfer..."

After returning home, it was already 01:30 at night. He was lying on the bed thinking about what to do with this puppet, but he couldn't resist a burst of sleepiness, so he decided to think about it tomorrow.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by a knock on the door. Although he lived in the small courtyard behind the shop, the shop had a rolling gate, so the sound could easily penetrate to the backyard.

He put on his clothes and went to get the key to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Yan Ting wanted to close it immediately, but two people outside the door had already got in.

"I said you boy, your business is not good, and you still sleep until dawn every day!"

The slightly chubby middle-aged man sat on the recliner that Yan Ting used to sit on without notice, and crossed his legs.

The woman beside him with the cash bag slung over her shoulder also found a place to sit down, and echoed, "That's right, since you have taken over this shop, you have to take good care of it. Look at how messy it is!"

Yan Ting didn't want to give them anything but rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "How to do business is my own business."

The man was not annoyed, and patted his half-bald head: "I said, Xiao Yan, you are a college graduate anyway, so you are willing to live in such a small shop?"

"In this way, I will give you 3 yuan, which will be enough for you to spend a while before you officially find a job."

Yan Ting sneered.

"Too little?" He pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, "Fifty thousand!"

"Little Yan, have we been kind enough to you? After all, you are an outsider," the woman interjected at the right time, pointing at the man beside her, "He is Lao Liu's own son!"

"Old Liu gave you the shop just before he died. It was just a moment of confusion. If you still have some conscience, you can't take advantage of it!"

Yan Ting was completely annoyed and laughed: "Conscience? Why didn't you think of conscience when you gambled with his pension money? Why didn't you think of conscience when you didn't bother to come back to take a look at him when he was seriously ill?"

The two were stunned by Yan Ting for a while, their faces turned red and pale.The man said viciously: "Your face is to help the old man keep the shop and show filial piety, but in fact, isn't he just waiting for the demolition money? That's right, it's much easier than going out to work to earn money!"

Yan Ting was not surprised by his words, because of the demolition rumors that he heard from nowhere, the couple had quarreled countless times in the past two years.

He directly issued an order to evict the guests: "Do you go by yourself or let the police come to fetch you?"

The two knew that he was not joking, after all, Yan Ting really called the police when he made a big fuss last time.

The man threatened as he walked out: "You don't want to give you the opportunity, you wait, you look good."

After the two left, Aunt Zheng, the owner of the fruit shop opposite, came over to join in the fun: "Here again?"

Yan Ting nodded.

She took out a handful of melon seeds from the pocket of her apron, and shook her head while nibbling: "When those two heard about the demolition, it was like flies smelling feces, and they rushed every day. I never saw them coming when the old man was sick! "

After she finished speaking, she felt that her metaphor was inappropriate, and hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant."

Yan Ting waved her hand to show that she was fine.

"However, I don't quite understand. You have graduated from college. How can you earn more money than this when you go out and find a good job? When the time comes to rent out this shop, you can still earn two jobs!"

"I haven't found the right one yet."

It's not that he hasn't been to work, and even after he went to work, he thought he would stop asking about these evil things, but he didn't recruit ghosts to recruit him. When something really happened to him, he couldn't let it go, so he asked for leave every three days, Finally had to resign.

Fortunately, he is not a materialistic person, he only wants to earn enough to spend on weekdays.

Aunt Zheng strolled around for a while, found a chair and sat down, Yan Ting knew that she was going to get to the point.