"Spirit and monster like suppressing and taking qi and qi!" Wind!"
On a small slope outside the village, Qian Xiaodong was muttering something, and his posture was also very good. His fingers and middle finger were tightly pressed together, as if he was guiding some unknown force.
However, after a while, there was no change in his surroundings.
'Strange…I did it according to the book.'
Squatting down in confusion, Qian Xiaodong looked at the [] character written on the ground with a branch and was lost in thought.
When the Taoist priest suddenly disappeared the day before yesterday, Qian Xiaodong returned home with a disappointed face. However, when he was about to go to bed, he found that there was a book in the basket on his back. On it were four big words.
"I don't know him."
