Chapter 1285: Exorcise

"You pay back my son, pay back my son!"
At this moment, seeing Zhao Xiaoming becoming human and ghost, Zhao Meimei collapsed completely, and she slumped on the ground and started crying.
Zhao Guangzhi immediately faced Zhang Daxian with a straight face, and asked: "Zhang Daxian, what is going on, don't you say that it is foolproof?
Now my nephew becomes like this, how do you explain? "
"If you don't tell me what Ziwu Maoyou is, believe it or not I will let you not get out of the door of my Zhao family today!"
Zhang Daxian immediately gave a sharp shot, glanced at Jiang Beichen, and quickly pointed at Jiang Beichen and shouted: "It's him! It's him! Originally, I had already recruited the soul of the young master, but he was yelling at the side. Scream, I don’t know what’s going on, and it shocked the young master’s soul, and then the little master became delirious. It’s not my fault. If you want to find him, just find him. It has nothing to do with me!"
Jiang Beichen couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that this servant would cause trouble and spit blood.
"Is your skill at flipping the pot too clumsy? You always cast spells on it. What does it have to do with me?"
Jiang Beichen said coldly.
"It doesn't matter to you!"
"What's wrong with what Master Zhang said? Didn't you just yell below?
Maybe you scared my nephew's soul! "
Zhao Guangzhi immediately jumped out again and yelled at Jiang Beichen.
"enough!"
Zhao Meimei stood up slowly from the ground, her face was extremely gloomy, and immediately stared at Zhang Daxian coldly: "I don't care what you do, and immediately let my son wake up. If you can't do it, I will kill you today! "
Zhang Daxian couldn't help but struck a spirit, he knew that Zhao Meimei was really angry, not kidding.
Hastily climbed up towards the stage.
hiss! hiss! Zhao Xiaoming held the soul-drawing banner and made a warning sound at him, as if warning him not to approach.
Zhang Daxian squeezed an ugly smile on his face: "Little young master, goodbye, that thing is not fun, give it to me!"
Zhang Daxian tried to grab the soul-drawing flag, after all, his main purpose today was to get the soul-drawing flag.
In fact, he was Lao Hu's second plan, which was that Lao Hu sent him to approach Zhao Guangzhi and waited for the opportunity to bring the soul-drawing banner from Zhao's family.
"Ah-" As a result, as soon as he got closer, Zhao Xiaoming suddenly rushed forward and bit his hand very badly. Zhang Daxian screamed and slapped him with a slap, but he didn't expect Zhao Xiaoming to grab his wrist.
Zhao Xiaoming gave a jealous laugh, suddenly lifted Zhang Daxian's arms, and threw him directly under the table.
Everyone took a sigh of relief. They didn't know what Zhao Xiaoming was possessed. It was so powerful.
"How can this be good, how is it good?"
Zhao Meimei was anxious, and quickly looked at Jiang Beichen: "Brother Jiang, I am afraid that something really took away my son! What should I do now?
Is there any help? "
"Can you drive away the things from him, I beg you, help me?"
Zhao Meimei cried sobbing.
She would rather let her son return to being a vegetative, rather than let her son become a monster.
"Sister Zhao, don't worry!"
"I'll think of a way to stop him first!"
Jiang Beichen sighed, then rolled up his sleeves, kicked his legs, and fell onto the stage.
Everyone exclaimed.
Unexpectedly, this little brother would be able to work lightly?
"Niezha, quickly hand over the soul-attracting banners and get out of the host's body, I can spare you not to die!"
Jiang Beichen said coldly.
hiss! hiss! Facing Jiang Beichen's arrival, Zhao Xiaoming was obviously a little nervous, and kept stepping back, making a warning sound in his mouth.
Seeing that it was not following, Jiang Beichen couldn't help but sneered, and quickly strode towards Zhao Xiaoming, ready to do it.
Seeing that he couldn't hide, Zhao Xiaoming was ready to act first, and rushed up, even like an ape, jumping up and down, trying to climb on Jiang Beichen's back.
Although Jiang Beichen was good at it, he was afraid of hurting it, so he didn't dare to use force and could only dodge.
But Zhao Xiaoming intensified instead, his attack became more fierce, and his claws kept catching Jiang Beichen's vitals.
Noisy! Jiang Beichen's chest was caught, feeling a cold in his chest, and he quickly took a step back.
"It seems to be true, you won't be obedient!"
Wow! Jiang Beichen sneered, and as soon as the voice fell, the white mist suddenly rose up, pressing the cover towards Zhao Xiaoming.
Xuanqing's true spirit, a weapon to restrain evil.
hiss! hiss! Zhao Xiaoming seemed to have encountered something frightening, and hurriedly turned around and ran away, but he did not expect that the white mist would form a phantom of a big hand, firmly wrapping him inside.
Zhao Xiaoming could hardly move, kneeling on the ground and struggling desperately, as if he was trapped by the immortal chain. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free, so he could only stare at Jiang Beichen with a grim expression.
Jiang Beichen walked over and snatched the soul-catching banner in his hand.
Immediately he took out a silver needle and sealed it directly on top of Zhao Xiaoming's head.
Zhao Xiaoming's body became stiff, and then he slowly fell down, motionless.
"son!"
Zhao Meimei was frightened, and ran over quickly, shaking constantly, "Son, wake up!"
Immediately, he had to reach out and pull out the silver needle.
Jiang Beichen quickly stopped him: "Don't move! This silver needle has sealed his soul orifice. If you pull it out, he will be out of control immediately!"
"Brother Jiang, what should I do, what should I do now?
Could it be that the evil in his body can't be driven away? "
The thought of her son becoming a monster caused Zhao Meimei's tears to drop.
Jiang Beichen frowned and said, "Don't worry, I will think of a way!"
After Jiang Beichen pondered for a while, he finally thought about a plan, so he said: "Take him to the bed in a while. In this situation, you can only try the Tianmen 13 needles!"
"Thirteen Needles in Tianmen?"
Zhao Meimei frowned.
She had heard of 13 Guimen Needles, but she didn't know what the 13 Needles of Tianmen were.
She didn't know that the Tianmen Thirteen Needles were the originator of the needle method, and even the Guimen Thirteen Needles were just a branch of it.
Jiang Beichen nodded, "Thirteen Tianmen needles have the effect of driving away evil spirits and suppressing ghosts. I am not sure what the evil thing on his body is, but I can try it first!"
"Okay, then you try as soon as possible, the sooner the better! As long as you can drive away the evil things in my son's body, I will promise you any conditions!"
Zhao Meimei said sincerely.
"Sister Zhao doesn't have to be like this, I have nothing to ask for, as long as you lend me the soul-catching banner afterwards!"
Jiang Beichen said with a smile.
Hearing what he said, Master Zhang next to him was taken aback, staring at the soul-catching flag in Jiang Beichen's hand, his eyes flickering.
"What do you look at, isn't it all because of you!"
Zhao Meimei glanced at Zhang Daxian coldly.
Zhang Daxian showed a wry smile: "Miss Zhao, this can't be all to blame for me, I also hope that the young master is well, at least he wakes up, isn't it!"
"You also said, I blame you, I don't know what evil was brought into my son's body, I tell you, if my son has a shortcoming, I want you to pay for it!"
Zhao Meimei ordered coldly.
"Xiao Hong, lead someone to tie him to me and throw him to the woodshed. If there is a mistake, I will cut him a thousand times and let my son be buried!"
"Yes, Patriarch!"
Xiaohong quickly led Zhang Daxian with someone.
Zhao Guangzhi beside him was trembling with fright, "Sister, regardless of my business, I also hope that my nephew can wake up!"
"You still said! You are an idiot, you find a magic stick, if you are not my brother, I will chop you out!"
Zhao Meimei said coldly: "You also go to the wood shed and think behind closed doors. You are not allowed to come out without my order!"
"Sister..." "Go away!"
Zhao Guangzhi was so frightened that he rolled to the wood house in a desperate manner.
Jiang Beichen shook his head, and soon handed the soul-attracting banner to Zhao Meimei's hand: "Do you have a Buddhist hall at home?
This thing is extremely fierce, so let's take it to the Buddhist hall first! "
"it is good!"
Zhao Meimei nodded, and hurriedly sent the soul-inducing flags to the Buddhist hall.
Then, Jiang Beichen ordered Zhao Xiaoming to be carried to the bedroom and tied to the bed.
Immediately let everyone go out, adjust their breath quietly for a while, and then prepare to use the thirteen needles in the heaven.