"Daoist, I'm just a weak woman, do you really want to trouble me?"
The woman spoke, slowly approaching Yang Hongfu.
An Long was so scared that he shivered: "Master Yang, is he, is he bewitched?"
"Haha, if he were so easily bewitched by such sorcery, then he wouldn't be Zhang Chonglou's top disciple."
Ye Guichen wasn't worried about Yang Hongfu at all.
If facing an ordinary martial arts master, Yang Hongfu might have some caution, but dealing with a woman possessing such sorcery, Yang Hongfu could easily handle it.
An Long didn't think much, though he was puzzled in his heart, he remained silent, still watching and ready to flee if the situation went awry.
However, just as the woman in white placed her hand on Yang Hongfu, the seemingly lost Yang Hongfu suddenly produced a talisman paper, pinched the woman's cheeks lightly, and she instinctively opened her mouth.
At the same time, Yang Hongfu quickly stuffed the talisman paper into the woman's mouth.
"Exorcise!"
