Chapter 87 Magical Sword

After Huang Xian finished speaking, he turned his head and said to Chen Xinwen: "You make a phone call and ask the housekeeper to send more exorcists with soul power over 50 to help out tonight."

Chen Xinwen nodded: "Okay, I'll make a call right now."

With that said, she took out her cell phone, walked aside and made a call.

At this time, Huang Yin suddenly said to Huang Xian: "Xiao Xian, help Auntie find out about someone, he should be a student in this school."

Huang Xian was taken aback, "Little aunt, who is it? What's your name?"

Huang Yin said: "I don't know his name, but his Taoism is very good. Initially, his strength is close to that of an A-level exorcist."

"What? This small high school also has an A-level exorcist? Little aunt, are you kidding me?"

Huang Xian was taken aback. A-level exorcists are not cabbages on the street, they can be seen casually, so he really couldn't believe it.

"Who is free to joke with you? Anyway, you must send someone to find him for me. I want to get all his information. If you can't figure it out, let's see how my aunt will deal with you!"

Huang Yinjiao shouted.

"Okay, I'll take care of this matter, but I want to ask one more question, is little aunt planning to win him over?"

Huang Xian looked at Huang Yin's face and asked.

"Win him? It's beautiful, I'm going to kill him!"

Huang Yin shouted angrily, but after saying this, her face suddenly turned red, thinking of Lin Tianyou's majesty, her body softened involuntarily, perhaps because she was afraid of being discovered by others. She blushed and jumped into the car directly.

"It's too wasteful to kill an A-level exorcist, isn't it?" Huang Xian muttered softly. If he could win over the Huang family, it would be a very powerful force for the Huang family. Unfortunately, the other party probably offended him. After losing my aunt, I had no choice but to give up.

Chen Xinwen, who was behind her, heard the conversation between the two, and frowned slightly, thinking that this A-level exorcist should not be Lin Tianyou, right?

After all, in this high school, Lin Tianyou is the only one who can reach that level.

"Lin Tianyou, don't you take advantage of Huang Yin? I really give in to you. You dare to provoke any woman. Do you want to kill yourself?"

Chen Xinwen observed carefully, and naturally saw the blushing on Huang Yin's face when he mentioned Lin Tianyou, so she decided that Lin Tianyou had groped him.

Thinking of this, the scene of being groped by Lin Tianyou that day also appeared in her mind, her face became hot immediately, and she secretly scolded Lin Tianyou for being a big villain in her heart.

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After escaping from school, Lin Tianyou came to Funeral Street in Zhongzhou City.

Tonight is San Po Sun, and the heroic spirits under the blood formation will break out, maybe it's a big guy, he has to make preparations early.

The outside of Funeral Street is full of shops selling wreaths and coffins. If you want to buy ritual artifacts, you can only go inside.

The streets inside are almost all stores that focus on divination and fortune-telling. Occasionally, there are stalls selling turtle shells. According to them, the characters written on these turtle shells are all oracle bone inscriptions, which are genuine products, and the price is super cheap. As long as 998, you can buy a home.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Lin Tianyou doesn't believe it anyway, so he doesn't even look at it, just ignores it.

As he was walking, a voice suddenly stopped him: "Hey, boy, do you want to buy a coffin? The coffin in my house has been opened. Sleeping in it will give you a better chance of going to heaven. If you don't believe me, you can sleep in it." try."

Lin Tianyou was a little dazed at the time. He had learned the Taoism from his master for so many years, and it was the first time he heard that the coffins were consecrated. This is so fucking nonsense.

At that moment, Lin Tianyou said coldly: "If you want to sleep, go to sleep by yourself, I'm not interested."

After finishing speaking, Lin Tianyou left quickly. He was in a hurry to buy a good mahogany sword. As long as he had the sword in his hand, the heroic spirit tonight would definitely be his, and no one could take it away.

But who would have thought that the boss who sold the coffin stuck to it like a dog's skin plaster:

"Little brother, buy one. The material of my coffin is authentic. If you buy it, I guarantee that you will become a ghost after death, and you will be able to live a good life."

"Get out, you just turned into a ghost, do you want to fight?!"

Lin Tianyou was furious, this boss didn't know what to do, he actually cursed others to become ghosts in order to sell the coffin, it's really hateful.

"Little brother, I'm doing this for your own good. You still have two years to live, so why don't you buy a better coffin for yourself in advance? As long as you sleep in this coffin and enter the underworld after death, you can get the King of Ghosts." Why not take care of the Bai clan?"

The boss's smile remained the same, but the tone of his speech seemed to have a bit of meaning.

"Ghost king Bai's clan?" Lin Tianyou repeated in a soft voice, and suddenly felt a terrifying ghostly aura from this boss!

But this ghostly aura was fleeting, which made Lin Tianyou wonder if he was hallucinating.

"The owner of this coffin shop is a bit evil."

Lin Tianyou thought to himself, he didn't intend to continue to entangle with this boss, so he forcibly shook off him.

If it was as before, Lin Tianyou would definitely beat this guy violently if he was cursed for two years, but not now, the heroic spirit at night is the most important thing. After solving the matter of the heroic spirit, he will come back to settle the score with the boss.

He didn't know that the seal on his body could only last for two years, because Shura Tianzun didn't tell him these things, so he mistakenly thought that the boss was scolding him.

Finally, I found a shop that exclusively sells Taoist instruments.

Lin Tianyou was very happy, and walked into the store.

There was an old man with gray hair at the door, who was lying leisurely on a chair, holding a radio on his body, listening to Huangmei Opera with his eyes closed and sleeping.

"Hey, sir, do you sell mahogany swords here?" Lin Tianyou shouted.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Lin Tianyou, and moved his mouth to the left: "Over there, see for yourself."

"Okay." Lin Tianyou thanked, and then looked straight to the left.

There is a shelf on the left, which is full of swords. There are peach wood swords, jujube swords, and even swords made of ordinary trees.

"There are too many fakes, right? I really regret why I didn't bring out Master's mahogany sword when I went down the mountain. It was a terrible loss."

Lin Tianyou glanced at the swords on the shelf, none of which caught his eye.

"Master, are these swords the only ones here? Are there any others?" Lin Tianyou asked the old man loudly.

"Why? There are more than 30 magical weapons and swords in my shop, and none of them caught your eye?" The old man closed his eyes and asked in a casual tone.

"It's all fake, if you see it, you'll be a ghost!" Lin Tianyou complained in his heart.

"Hey, it seems that I can only go to the authentic Taoist temple to collect a magic weapon sword that has been enlightened."

Lin Tianyou sighed softly and smiled wryly.

Full of disappointment, Lin Tianyou was about to leave the shop.

"Um?"

At this moment, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a broken sword used as a foothold under the shelf.