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"The Chen family bloodline?"

"You're still alive!"

As the red-faced sorcerer uttered his words, the red candles in the underground wedding hall flickered simultaneously.

The paper-mache guests all turned their heads.

The pale, paper-thin faces looked as if they had heard some terrifying name.

Chen Bufan stood in front of the offering table.

On his wrist, a black life line, like a thin snake, crawled up his skin.

The talisman's energy was extremely cold.

It was so cold it felt like it was crawling out from between the bones of a dead person.

He glanced down at it.

"You're only just recognizing me?"

The red-faced sorcerer stared intently at him.

The eyes behind the mask first showed shock, then turned to greed.

"The Book of Destiny is on you."

"The Chen family blood is also in your veins."

"it is good."

"That's wonderful."

His voice grew increasingly hoarse.

"Tonight was originally just supposed to be a ghost marriage."

"I never expected to run into the last life of the Chen family."

Chen Bufan retrieved the old copper coin, holding it between his index and ring fingers:

"Want to take it?"

The red-faced sorcerer raised his hand.

The soul-binding talisman suddenly unfolded.

On the talisman, the black life patterns lit up in circles.

Whether you take it or not is not up to you.

The words fell.

The red thread on the soul-binding talisman suddenly split into seven strands.

A force swirled towards Xu Yao.

Two red garments entwined around Meng Yun and Su Man.

The remaining four streams all rushed towards Chen Bufan.

Lin Wanqing shouted.

"Chen Bufan!"

Chen Bufan raised his hand, holding the old copper coin horizontally in front of him.

clang!

The first red thread struck the copper coin, producing a metallic clang.

The second gust grazed his shoulder, instantly tearing his clothes.

The third strand wrapped around his forearm.

The fourth stream shot straight to his brow.

Chen Bufan dodged to the side, drawing a line in the air with his vermilion pen.

"Sever."

The red thread was cut in half by the cinnabar talisman light.

But the next second, the broken red wire was reconnected.

Like insects, they continued to crawl all over him.

The red-faced warlock grinned sinisterly.

"The Chen family's talisman against disaster."

"You will."

"Unfortunately, your fate is currently unstable."

"They dared to forcibly interrogate the ghost marriage chain as soon as they opened the second level."

"What do you have to fight me with?"

Chen Bufan's face was pale.

He just consulted his ancestral home about his destiny.

He then received the life-saving finger bone from his mother.

The retrial of Meng Yun's life debt.

They are now forcibly breaking up the altar for a ghost marriage.

The consumption is too high.

It has already depleted its own life force.

The second layer of the "Record of Destiny" allowed him to see more deeply, but it also brought a heavier backlash.

It felt like a cold stone was pressing on my chest.

Each time the talisman is activated, the chest aches more.

The red-faced sorcerer noticed his weakness.

He slammed his hand on the offering table.

Song Wenjie's urn vibrated again.

Black mist spewed out of the box and clung to the black-patterned lucky coin.

The lucky money started spinning.

The red ropes throughout the underground wedding hall were all moved.

Xu Yao was dragged to the edge of the red carpet by Lin Wanqing. Just as she regained some consciousness, the red string on her wrist tightened suddenly.

"what!"

Xu Yao cried out in pain, her face instantly turning deathly pale, even bluish-gray.

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth and held her down.

Hang in there!

Xu Yao shook her head, crying.

"Officer Lin, I'm so cold..."

Lin Wanqing touched her hand.

It was as cold as a dead person.

She looked up at the offering table.

The problem lies in the marriage certificate and the wedding money.

She drew her gun.

Aiming at the black-patterned lucky money on the altar.

boom!

Gunshots rang out in the basement.

The bullet hit the paper figure in front of the offering table.

The paper figure had a hole punched in it, and its body swayed backward.

But the next second, it slowly stood up straight again.

Black smoke was billowing from the edge of the bullet hole in his chest; there was no flesh or blood inside.

Only bamboo strips and paper ash were used.

The paper figure grinned.

He continued walking towards Lin Wanqing.

Two young detectives also fired their guns.

boom!boom!

The bullet hit the paper figure, sending paper scraps flying.

But they didn't fall down at all.

Lin Wanqing's face darkened.

"The bullets are useless."

The red-faced sorcerer laughed.

"Officer Lin."

"I said that."

"This is the wedding hall."

"A gun from the living world can't hit a guest from the dead world."

Lin Wanqing turned her gun on him:

"Then let's fight a living person."

Target the red-faced warlock directly.

The red-faced sorcerer paused.

Lin Wanqing did not hesitate and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet struck the red-faced warlock's shoulder.

The red-faced sorcerer suddenly threw out a talisman.

The talisman burned to black ash in mid-air.

The bullet seemed to drop in speed as if it had hit water, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

Lin Wanqing's pupils contracted.

The red-faced sorcerer's laughter was even more sinister.

"The talisman protects against disaster."

"It's also a technique from the Chen family."

"Are we familiar with each other?"

Chen Bufan adjusted his breathing.

A talisman can ward off disaster.

These four characters do indeed come from the Chen family's talismanic arts.

However, the Chen family's orthodox disaster-avoiding talisman is meant to protect the innocent from unexpected disasters. After the disaster is averted, one must clear the karmic debt and repay the life debt.

But the things the red-faced sorcerer used had completely changed.

He wasn't there to shield us from disaster.

It is a disaster to be brought upon oneself.

The killing intent of the bullet is transferred to the talisman, and then the talisman is released into the underground soul bowl.

Chen Bufan glanced at it.

really.

Among the seven bowls containing the spirits on either side of the red carpet, the water in one of them suddenly turned red.

Xu Yao let out a muffled groan.

The bloodline on her wrist had deepened.

Chen Bufan whispered:

"Lin Wanqing, don't shoot."

Lin Wanqing immediately understood.

"Will it backfire on Xu Yao?"

"Um."

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth and put away her gun.

The red-faced sorcerer laughed loudly:

"You figured it out?"

"It's a pity it's too late."

He made a hand seal with his hands, his voice somber.

"The Second Volume of the Book of Destiny and Mandate"

"Soul-stirring".

"To marry into disaster."

"To continue the family line."

"open!"

The marriage certificate on the altar suddenly lit up with a red light.

The eyes in Song Wenjie's portrait seem to have suddenly come to life.

The black aura emerged from the portrait and rushed straight at Xu Yao.

Xu Yao's eyes went blank.

He knelt forward uncontrollably.

Lin Wanqing held onto her tightly.

"Xu Yao!"

"Call out your own name!"

Xu Yao's lips trembled:

"I...I am called..."

The red-faced warlock coldly shouted:

"You are the new bride of the Song family!"

Xu Yao's eyes emptied even more.

"I am... Song..."

Chen Bufan suddenly raised his hand, and a copper coin flew past Xu Yao's ear and hit the paper figure behind her between the eyebrows.

The paper figure exploded into pieces.

Xu Yao trembled, her eyes regaining some of their focus.

"My name is Xu Yao!"

"I'm not the bride!"

Lin Wanqing took the opportunity to drag her back.

The red-faced sorcerer's eyes blazed with fury.

"Chen Bufan!"

"Are you really going to waste your life for a woman of such lowly status?"

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"A worthless life?"

He walked step by step toward the offering table.

With each step, the paper money beneath the red carpet ignited.

"You lot are all the same."

"When continuing the incense offerings for the dead, people say their birth dates are auspicious."

"When they take their lives, they say their lives are cheap."

"They are just cheap."

"Or are you just inherently despicable?"

The red-faced sorcerer's eyes turned cold.

"court death!"

He suddenly flung out four black talismans.

The black talisman transformed into four paper sedan chairs in the air.

The paper sedan chair door opened.

One after another, pale female hands reached out from inside.

Those hands reached for Chen Bufan's ankles, wrists, and neck.

Just as Chen Bufan was about to move, another sharp pain shot through his chest.

He was a beat too slow.

A pale hand grabbed his ankle.

He grabbed his left wrist with his other hand.

The chill seeped into my bones through my skin.

The red-faced sorcerer's eyes gleamed with even greater smugness.

"The legitimate heir of the Chen family?"

"That's all there is to it."

"Your Chen family followed the rules until your entire family was wiped out."

"Now the scrolls are in our hands, wealth is in our hands, and life and death are in our hands."

"What will you use to win?"

Chen Bufan lowered his eyes.

There was no struggle.

The red-faced sorcerer frowned.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Chen Bufan suddenly smiled.

"I'm watching."

The red-faced sorcerer was taken aback.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Bufan looked up.

The white life mark under the eyes lit up.

"Look at your talisman, where exactly is it wrong?"

The red-faced sorcerer's expression changed slightly.

Chen Bufan's gaze fell on the four black talismans.

After the second layer was opened, he saw more than just the appearance of the talisman.

It is the energy pathway within the talisman.

Where does the talisman brush begin?

Where does life energy enter from?

Where does the evil energy originate?

Where does the cause and effect begin?

The red-faced sorcerer's talisman did indeed originate from the second volume of the "Scripture of Destiny Talismans".

Soul-binding, disaster-stricken divination, and ancestral continuation are all dangerous techniques that the Chen family once sealed away.

But all he learned was an incomplete copy.

The symbol shape is correct.

Fu Xin was wrong.

The Chen family's talismanic method has never relied solely on strokes.

Therefore, the command was used to examine the talisman.

First understand the cause and effect, then apply the cinnabar.

First determine good and evil, then open the talisman's eye.

The red-faced sorcerer can draw.

But they don't know how to conduct a trial.

Therefore, although his talisman appears fierce, in reality, all his energy pathways are supported by the black life pattern.

tangible.

Atheism.

Chen Bufan whispered:

"Crippling techniques are crippling techniques."

The red-faced sorcerer's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"What did you say?"

Chen Bufan slowly raised his right hand.

Bring your two fingers together.

There is no cinnabar.

There was no yellow paper.

He simply used his finger as a pen to write a stroke in the air.

"The Chen family's destiny talisman is not drawn in form first."

"First ask why."

The first stroke is made.

The pale hand gripping his ankle trembled slightly.

Chen Bufan wrote the second stroke.

"Where did the disaster come from?"

The second stroke is made.

Black smoke began to rise from the hand on my left wrist.

The third stroke.

"Where should the debt be settled?"

The third stroke is made.

The four black talismans trembled simultaneously.

The red-faced sorcerer's expression finally changed.

"The orthodox formula..."

"impossible."

"Wasn't the first volume of the *Mingfu Jing* destroyed?"

Chen Bufan spoke calmly, as if he were telling a distant story:

"Talismanic scriptures can be destroyed."

"The rules cannot be broken."

The fourth stroke.

"I won't marry someone who owes me a bad debt."

The fifth stroke.

"Living souls are not for sale."

The sixth stroke.

"The ghost marriage is not an option."

boom!

A symbol is formed by six strokes.

There was no paper in the air, but a pale golden talisman appeared.

The talismanic shadow was not large.

But it is truly terrifying.

It lacks the chilling aura of the Black Fate Mark.

There is no evil spirit without the red string.

There is only one upright and just power to judge fate.

The four black runes seemed to encounter their natural enemy, instantly becoming distorted.

The red-faced sorcerer was shocked and retreated abruptly.

"receive!"

He wanted to collect the talisman.

It's too late.

Chen Bufan raised his hand and pressed down.

"break."

A pale golden talisman fell.

Four black talismans burned simultaneously.

It wasn't burned to ashes.

Instead, the cracks started from the core of the talisman.

The grafted black life lines inside broke off one by one.

The hand that grabbed Chen Bufan's pale hand instantly turned to ashes.

The red-faced sorcerer grunted and took three steps back.

Beneath the mask, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Three of the red candles in the underground wedding hall went out.

The red rope binding Xu Yao had also loosened a turn.

Lin Wanqing immediately seized the opportunity.

"Xu Yao, from now on!"

Xu Yao tried her best to move backward.

Two detectives protected her and finally managed to drag her off the edge of the red carpet.

The red-faced sorcerer, seeing this, roared in fury:

"return!"

He raised his hand to press down the marriage certificate again.

Chen Bufan had already arrived at the offering table.

The old copper coin was slammed heavily onto the marriage certificate.

Snapped!

The red glow of the marriage certificate dimmed.

The dark aura in Song Wenjie's portrait was reduced by half an inch.

Chen Bufan looked at the red-faced sorcerer.

"Using the Chen family's cruel techniques to harm people."

"You dare to hold the 'Scripture of Destiny'?"

The red-faced sorcerer had a sinister look in his eyes, but he already had the intention to retreat.

"You're asking for it!"

He suddenly formed a hand seal.

This time, his palm didn't glow red.

It is black.

Black life lines crawled out from his palm and wrapped around the mask.

The red patterns on the mask seemed to come alive.

A mouth slowly split open.

This mask is also a magical artifact.

Moreover, it is connected to the Black Fate Mark.

The red-faced sorcerer shouted sternly:

"With the wedding hall open, the ghost marriage is sure to succeed!"

"The Song family line must not be broken!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the red-faced mask.

The mask instantly emitted a piercing cracking sound.

The black aura surged.

Chen Bufan raised his hand to block the murderous aura rushing towards him.

Lin Wanqing protected Xu Yao and stepped back.

The two detectives were forced to retreat repeatedly.

The entire underground wedding hall began to shake.

The paper-mache guests stood up again.

The urn containing Song Wenjie's ashes shook violently in front of his portrait.

The red-faced sorcerer laughed:

"Chen Bufan!"

"You can't save her!"

"You can't save anyone!"

"Back then, your Chen family couldn't save themselves."

"And now you're the same!"

Chen Bufan shouted:

"Do you know what happened back then?"

The red-faced sorcerer paused.

In that instant.

Chen Bufan seized the opportunity.

The old copper coin flew out and struck the red-faced mask between the eyebrows.

clang!

A crisp sound.

The mask split open in the middle.

Click.

A crack extends downwards from between the eyebrows.

The second one.

The third way.

The red-faced mask shattered and fell to the ground with a thud.

The face behind it was revealed.

He was a man in his forties.

His face was ashen.

High brow bones.

There is an old burn scar on his right cheek.

Lin Wanqing frowned abruptly.

"He is...

Lin Wanqing had seen this face before.

It's not him/her.

It's in Xuan Qingzi's information.

Xuan Qingzi had a fellow disciple in his early years, who disappeared more than ten years ago after leaving the sect.

Name:

Zhou Qiming.

Legal representative of Mingde Etiquette and Culture Service Co., Ltd.

Xuan Qingzi's junior brother.

Zhou Qiming raised his hand and touched the shattered fragments of the mask.

The shock on his face slowly turned into a ferocious expression.

"The Chen family bloodline..."

"Damn it."