Chapter 142 Great God

What the other party said was beyond their expectations. His wife was like that and he didn't want to cure her?

Bai Lingmiao, who was holding the drum, thought about it and persuaded with some hesitation: "This old master, if he is really possessed by the evil spirit, he still needs to be cured. The feeling of being evil is very uncomfortable, and his life is at stake. It’s better than this, it doesn’t matter if I don’t get paid.”

Hearing this, Zhao Qin frowned suddenly and slammed the saucer in his hand on the table beside him. "Chengxing, see you off."

Wang Chengxing, who was waiting on the side, took a long stride and stood between his master and the two women. He said with a smile on his face: "It's not safe for me to walk at night. I will personally take you two home." Okay. Where do you two live?"

Seeing that the other party was so silent, Chun Xiaoman sighed lightly, stopped forcing, took Bai Lingmiao's hand and walked outside the room.

"Ahhhh~~!" A miserable woman's cry shocked everyone present, and Zhao Qin's face was covered with a layer of gloom.

Hearing the pain in this voice, Bai Lingmiao couldn't bear it. She turned around and looked at Zhao Qin, who was still sitting there.

"Master Zhao, let me try it. I promise that even if it can't be cured, it won't hurt you at all. The Xian family is not such an unreasonable person."

Chun Xiaoman on the side nodded and started to help. "Since other methods have been tried, why try our method? What if it is cured?"

As she said this, she seemed to remember something, and her face suddenly became very sad. "Or do you think you don't think of her at all-"

Before he finished speaking, "Bump~!" The painted table was instantly smashed into pieces by Zhao Qin's fist.

His eyes widened, and he stood up like an angry lion, with a powerful aura rushing towards him instantly.

"I never fight against women, but if you say something rude again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Hehe." A chuckle came from outside the dark room, instantly disrupting the atmosphere in the room.

"Who is it? Form a formation!" Zhao Qin shouted. The side doors on both sides are driven by the head.

Dozens of men dressed in bunts and holding various weapons gathered around them.

The shield is in front and the gun is in the back. There is a very tacit understanding.

In full view of everyone, a blood-red embroidered shoe stretched out from the darkness and stepped under the candlelight.

Behind the shoes, there is a bride wearing a bright red hijab.

This strange scene made everyone's expressions change, and they knew something was wrong at the first sight.

Since they are escorts and travel for many years, the escorts will inevitably encounter some evil things, but they also have their own ways to deal with them.

"Pull Mo Dou! Lead the black dog!"

With a squeaking sound, the cotton thread soaked in black ink quickly formed a large net, blocking the road ahead.

Several whining black dogs were also carried into the crowd to wait.

"Wait, wait, you misunderstood." Anxious Bai Lingmiao said as he passed through the ink net and pulled the two gods into the house.

As Bai Lingmiao approached, the people in the escort office all stepped back with weapons raised.

"She is. She is my sister. She means no harm." Bai Lingmiao explained hard. But the effect is not good.

At this moment, an escort with a beard came up to Zhao Qin's ear and whispered something.

"Master... a master of dancing..."

After hearing his apprentice's words, Zhao Qin's expression began to change.

Bai Lingmiao felt the tense atmosphere around him and sighed helplessly. "Sister Xiaoman, how about we go back."

She was really afraid that her good intentions would lead to bad things. Bai Lingmiao was not afraid of getting hurt in a fight. She was afraid that if Senior Brother Li got involved again, there would be big trouble.

Senior Brother Li has enough troubles already, and she doesn't want to cause him any more trouble because of her own affairs.

In this situation, how could Xiao Man care about his own little things? He walked out of the Mo net and was about to take Bai Lingmiao away from the escort agency.

"You two girls!! Please stay!" Zhao Qin seemed to have completely changed as he stepped forward with a sincere attitude.

"Please help me with my wife's matter. As long as it can make my wife better, I can make whatever conditions you want!"

"This" the two of them looked at each other, both surprised, why there was such a huge contrast between the other party.

"In that case -" Bai Lingmiao just started, when Xiaoman suddenly took a step forward. "We need to go back and talk to my other brothers."

The other party's different reactions made Xiaoman think that it would be better to lock up.

After two sticks of incense, when the two people, accompanied by all their brothers, were invited into the escort agency again, the treatment was obviously different from before.

The entire escort agency was brightly lit, and all the escort apprentices stood upright, welcoming the two of them.

Zhao Qin led them along the corridor and walked into the house. While leading the way, he said sideways: "Girl, you are right. There are some things that you really need to try. How do you know if you haven't tried?"

Bai Lingmiao, who looked a little nervous, smiled and nodded.

Part of the nervousness was naturally due to the overreaction of the escort, and the other nervousness was because it was her first time to exorcise evil spirits.

And since the other party has this attitude, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he couldn't cure it himself?

The escort bureau is not big. There is a small independent room on the left side of the former martial arts training ground, where Zhao Qin's wife is detained.

There was a "creak" sound, the door opened, and a low cry came from the dark room.

An escort next to him stretched out the lantern in his hand, and the scene inside appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

The house was not big, and the floor and walls were covered with thick hay. It looked quite clean, and it must have been cleaned frequently.

An old woman in rags and dirty clothes with white hair, holding a thick rusty iron chain on her feet, was wandering around the house crying and completely ignoring everyone's gaze.

"This bitch has been like this since thirty years ago. I'm really helpless." When Zhao Qin said this, there was a trace of pain on his face.

"Don't worry, Master Zhao, I will do my best."

Bai Lingmiao, who was a little nervous, glanced at the woman wearing a red hijab behind him, took a deep breath and walked away from her.

Grab the other person's red hijab with your hands and lift it gently.

Those men who were curious about what they looked like under the red hijab were disappointed to find that there was actually a red hijab with mandarin ducks embroidered on it.

Bai Lingmiao pursed her lips and took a deep breath. After covering her head with the red hijab in her hand, she handed the drum in her hand to the other person's hand.

Xiaoman on the side used the sword in his hand to ward off other personalities around him. "Everyone spread out."

Feeling that the atmosphere was different, everyone in the escort agency held their breath and did not dare to breathe.

The black nails tapped lightly on the drum head. A sharp and even harsh female voice came from under the red hijab. "Please~God~~~"