Chapter 1872

They walked towards the door, and when they were two or three steps away, the jar on the bedside suddenly shook by itself...

With a clang, the lid fell off, and a cloud of black mist flew out of the jar.

The black mist was very resentful, and condensed into a black baby in the air. He only made a strange sound and rushed towards Zhou Ping...

Zhou Ping was prepared, and quickly drew out the money sword and chopped it down in the air. The ferocious little ghost with bared fangs and claws was split into two by Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping said lightly: "You little things are no match for me, don't seek death."

The little ghost made a painful sound in the air, and the two halves of his body twisted. The originally strong resentment suddenly faded a lot.

Qin Zheng heard a sharp cry coming from the empty ship, and he hugged Zhou Ping in fear: "Mom... Mom... He he he he... What is he saying?"

Zhou Ping raised an eyebrow: "Did you hear it?"

Qin Zheng nodded tremblingly: "I heard... I heard something..."

Zhou Ping patted her shoulder: "Not bad, the blood of our Zhou family is in you, and it has not been diluted completely..."

Such a vengeful spirit is slightly weaker during the day, has no entity, and ordinary people can hardly see it.

Qin Zheng said in fear: "Mom... So scary."

Zhou Ping pulled his hand away and looked at the twisting in the air: "You... don't seem to really want to attack me, do you have something to tell me?"

In theory, even if the vengeful baby is not very powerful, it should not be so weak...

But this one, except for the sudden attack just now, looks fierce, but it is actually a false one!

These little ghosts absorb a lot of yang energy every day, and in theory, it shouldn't be like this.

So, there is only one explanation, this little ghost doesn't really want to attack them

However, even if Zhou Ping asked now, she couldn't get anything out of it... The little ghost couldn't speak at all. Zhou Ping had just split it apart with a chop.

Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment and said, "You go back to the jar and keep it. I'll come back..."

The resentful baby understood Zhou Ping's words and went back into the jar.

Zhou Ping walked over and picked up the lid to cover it...

Then, she saw the body of the little ghost in the jar, the fetus that had already formed. This should be the fetus that was aborted in the seventh or eighth month of pregnancy. It was shrunk after being dried and placed in the little jar. Zhou Ping's scalp was numb when she saw it.

Zhou Ping quickly closed the lid. Although she knew all these evil arts, she still found it hard to accept when she saw these things.

These little ghosts are the most sticky. It's easy to keep them, but it's very difficult to get rid of them.

Zhou Ping couldn't recognize that she wiped her hand that had just touched the lid: "Let's go first..."

Qin Zheng nodded quickly: "Okay, let's go quickly."

After leaving the door, Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment and didn't leave.

Xu Mu asked: "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Zhou Ping frowned and said: "If I leave like this, the three little ghosts will continue to absorb the yang energy of the people around here at night. What if someone dies?"

Zhou Ping shook her head: "I... can't know it and do nothing."

Xu Mu asked him: "What are you going to do?"

"This is what's bothering me now. No matter what I do, it will be noticed... How can I stop them from absorbing yang energy nearby without being noticed?"

Posting talismans and setting up formations will be known by Zhong Wenqing...

Qin Zheng suddenly said: "Mom... I'll do it..."