Chapter 1162: Resentment (2)

Huang Li was surprised when she saw that she had gone crazy and had a strong man with a supernatural power.
Now, seeing her like a puppet doll, she gently lifted Abao, who was almost half his height and weight, and became even more embarrassed.
"Let me do it!"
Xuehu reached out and took Abao from her.
Yang Zimei didn't budge.
"Xue Lake, he has been possessed by the grievance of those millennia, and has been integrated with his soul. What should we do?"
Yang Zimei asked Xuehu.
In fact, she is an extremely lazy minded and dependent person.
Now Xuehu, a much more powerful demon than her, is here, and she is too lazy to think about how to solve the problem, but rests on Xuehu.
"I can't help it, you deal with it!"
Xuehu saw through her careful thinking of being lazy and replied.
Yang Zimei rolled his eyes.
Really, as a demon with high mana strength, I really don't know how to deal with people who are possessed by the gas of resentment, which is really boring.
Of course, she also knew that it was deliberate.
Yang Zimei looked at Bao with a little embarrassment.
If it is possessed by other souls, it is just a direct drive.
However, this was melted into the soul by an unusual resentment. For her, it was a super difficult problem, unheard of, unseen before.
If you do not clean up this resentment in time, Abao may be in danger, and the original soul will be completely eaten away.
She had no choice but to find her magic bell and knocked beside Abao.
Who knows, it doesn't help much.
Maybe it's because of this resentment and evil spirits, they are different.
Yang Zimei cast a spell on A Bao's body and put a spell of 981 on it, but there was still no way to deal with the gas of resentment.
"Ha ha ha ha, don't waste time, you want me to die is simple, kill him."
A Bao smiled screamingly, his face was overcast and triumphant.
Yang Zimei hit his face with an angry palm.
"Oops!"
He screamed aloud.
Yang Zimei's eyes lit up and he found a way.
If it cannot be driven by external forces alone, let it out.
Thinking of this, the corner of her lips also traced a smirk, and pulled out her silver needle from the storage ring.
Pick up eighteen silver needles and stab at Abao's eighteen points.
The eighteen acupuncture points that were stabbed, although they would not die, were more painful than death.
This is a brutal forced confession acupuncture method invented by cool officials before. It is called "Ghost Crying God". As long as it is stabbed, the whole body is as if it had been dismantled.
Yang Zimei didn't believe it, this resentment could hold such a pain.
Sure enough, the silver needle was stabbed, and Abao mourned in horror, causing the listeners to goose bumps and creeps.
The sorrowful gas lasted for an hour, but finally couldn't bear it. He broke away from Abao's soul and wanted to escape.
As soon as it escaped from Abao's body, Yang Zimei's long-prepared Qiankun bag immediately opened, put it inside, and affixed the strongest imprisonment spell.
Abao's original soul regained consciousness, and his severe pain caused him to utter a mournful sorrow.
However, the mourning was not the horrible female voice just now, but the original male voice.
Yang Zimei retracted eighteen silver needles.
Abao's pain disappeared, but she was too weak and passed out.