"It seems that something unexpected happened. It is because my kind memories are too little, which leads to the separation of Yanghun? "

Shang Biao found that after using the separation of yin and yang, there was no change at all, and even his memory was not missing much.

Generally speaking, both good and evil sides of a person have their own strengths, and good sides have the upper hand. What this person shows to the outside world is a great good person, and on the contrary, he is a bad guy that the world hates.

However, like Shang Biao, the gap between good and evil is so great, which is rare in the world. This may be related to his evil bones. Even if he does not use the separation of yin and yang, his state is very close to that of the extremely yin evil soul.

In short, looking at the demented Yanghun clone in front of him, Shang Biao had to spend his salary after checking the theater, copying some of his own memories that had nothing to do with good and evil and stuffing them into the Yanghun clone.

"I, I, Xiaodao, have met fellow Taoists!"

After having basic memory, Yanghun finally recovered a little, with a little enlightenment in his eyes. He looked at Shang Biao's ghost clone cowardly and asked stumble.

"Hey, the divine eyes did not divide into two, but chose Yang Soul? And the ghost thing Qiongqi chose to stay with me, and it seems that some changes have occurred due to the separation of yin and yang."

Shang Biao pulled open the Taoist robe and looked at Qiongqi's tattoo and started to think.

"How much does it cost to erase Qiongqi's will?"

"Ten thousand yuan in pay, five acting points."

"Dao, fellow Taoist, Master, who is good at Yinshi, should have a way to separate Qiongqi's own will."

The Yanghun clone made suggestions based on the few kind memories it inherited.

"That's the old drunkard, it's okay to try it out for him. I just don't know if he can still take the Yin-Secret needle."

Shang Biao was used to relying on himself, but he did not think of using the real relationship to try to solve Qiongqi's problem at the first time.

"You have complete memories of Taoism. Try to refine the thunder talisman. I will go back to reality and find the old drunkard."

"Yes, can you see how your junior brother and Sister Ya are doing?"

Yanghun clone has no memory of what he had done to his junior brother, and naturally he has no guilt towards his junior brother Wen Peng and his sister Wen Ya, so he is still concerned about these two people.

"Stop talking nonsense, do your business!"

Shang Biao was evoked with bad memories, his face muscles twitched, his eyes flew out of time, and he replied coldly, and his figure disappeared after he said that.

"It's so scary. How could my ghost be like this? And bullying myself, it's so perverted!"

After Yanghun's clone complained, he touched his head and thought about it. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his figure disappeared immediately.

After Shang Biao returned to reality again, he did not immediately look for the old drunkard who was good at Yinshi.

The other party had no place to live. He also helped him solve the problem when he was young under the guidance of his master. It seemed that something happened during the process, but the memory was inherited by Yanghun, and he didn't want to inquire again.

"Hey, Cao Cai, help me find out what someone is like."

Shang Biao took out his cell phone and contacted Cao Cai, the two dealers.

Tell Cao Cai what he knew about the old drunkard, and Shang Biao waited with peace of mind.

"Hmm? Someone has been to this secret room."

Digu Tongman disappeared, and the Nine-son Ghost Mother Testimonials he placed in the secret room also disappeared.

Shang Biao crawled out of the pool with a dark face, and he had already had some guesses about theft of the secret room.

Sure enough, the little ghost Laila was not in the Taoist temple, and there were no traces of fighting and spell casting around him. It seemed that there was an insider.

"I have given you a chance, but unfortunately you are useless! I've just learned for a few days and thought about taking shortcuts. It's so stupid!"

A sneer appeared on Shang Biao's face and muttered to himself. A piece of talisman paper appeared in his hand and quickly folded it into the shape of a paper crane.

"The world is in the limit, Wulang borrows the magic, investigates puzzles and breaks illusions, and searches for the cranes, and is urgent and as the law is ordered, he will be stolen!"

The paper crane was raised by Shang Biao, and a wisp of magic power was shot out from the sword point and penetrated into the crane. The originally falling paper crane seemed to come alive, shaking its wings and flying down the mountain.

Shang Biao blessed himself with a wind talisman and followed the crane slowly.

Laila has the magical aura left by Shang Biao in advance, and even if he runs to the ends of the world, he cannot escape his control.

Two pieces of the Wind Warrior were used up in a row, and Shang Biao stopped halfway and recovered his magic power. The magic power breath on Laila's body became more and more obvious. Even if he didn't find a way, he could feel it.

Just when the Wind Warrior on Shang Biao's body failed again, a few faint sounds came from the front.

"Mana fluctuates, are there any surrenders fighting?"

A talisman with a hidden aura was pasted on his body, and Shang Biao slowly approached the past.

His senses were not wrong. He just walked far away and saw a typical man dressed in a Nanyang surrender confronting an old man.

The man dressed in a surrendered master could not tell his age. He was wearing a black cloth robe with a double-breasted one on his upper body, and a pair of sand pants with no original color were placed on his legs, and he was naked with big black feet.

The most eye-catching thing is that his body is covered with blue-black thorn patterns, and his sinister aura is leaking, giving people the first impression that he doesn't look like a good person.

The old man was not much better than the black-robed surrender. His thick dark circles were comparable to the national treasure panda, but he did not have a trace of cuteness on his body. His face seemed to be bumpy and bumpy, which was very ugly.

Laira fell behind the old man, and the ground boy Guman was hidden in her shadow. The nine-son ghost mother, who was subdued by some means, turned her eyes uneasily and looked around, as if she was aware of the arrival of danger.

Due to language barriers, Shang Biao did not understand the meaning of the conversation between the old man and the Jiang Shinan, but even if you guess, you will know that it must be the Nine-son Ghost Mother who caused the fight between the two.

As for Laila, she was just a young child who had a lot of money to show off, and she was simply a mouth-watering piece of fat.

After a quarrel, both of them sat cross-legged on the ground, as if they were going to have a serious fight with each other.

Shang Biao curled his lips in secret. Just looking at the posture, he really couldn't be interested in the country style of these two people.

Having seen various strange magic in the theater, the two of them were having sex like children, which really made him unable to help but show up and take Laila away, and take back the earthly boy Guman and the Nine-son Ghost Mother.

Just as Shang Biao was despising him, the old man took out glass bottles filled with poisonous insects and lined up in front of him.

He took out a broken black pottery jar and poured all the insects in the glass bottle into it. Driven by the unknown Nanyang spell, the sound of poisonous insects fighting came from the pottery jar.
Chapter completed!