Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All!

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, the master and apprentice finally left here.

The two of them couldn't leave even if they didn't want to.

I don’t know when it started, but the surroundings were full of people eating melons and watching the fun.

Watching Master Yuan’s steps with great interest, which is comparable to the space dance.

Master Yuan's face was ashen and he walked forward at a speed that was inappropriate for his age.

It’s so shameful!

After living for more than a hundred years, this is the first time that someone has treated him like a monkey.

Even though he knew he was going in, Chen Yu didn't show up.

Obviously he wants to embarrass himself!

The middle-aged man following behind didn't dare to breathe.

Master is very angry. No matter what he says right or wrong, he will be used as a punching bag.

Over the years, Master has successively accepted more than a dozen disciples.

The only disciple left alive today is himself.

Dozens of minutes later, the master and apprentice appeared in a high-end suite of a five-star hotel.

Master Yuan said with murderous intent: "Call Wen Xinghui and tell him that something went wrong and ask him to wait patiently for a few more days."

The middle-aged man did not dare to neglect and came to the corridor with his mobile phone.

He dialed Wen Xinghui's number and made an excuse.

After a while, the middle-aged man re-entered the room.

Seeing what was in the master's hand, the middle-aged man took a deep breath.

"Master, do you want to take away Chen Yu's soul?"

The middle-aged man asked carefully.

Master Yuan said coldly: "Chen Yu's other abilities are not very good, but he is quite talented in the formation."

"The illusion formation he set up can be easily resolved as a teacher."

"Unexpectedly, this person added other formations in the slide show, and they were linked together to block the master."

"Chen Yu wants to fight with Weishi, and Weishi will naturally not let him down."

Speaking of this, Master Yuan looked sarcastic.

"At midnight, you hang this soul-catching bell on the front door of Chen Yu's shop."

"Then, and so and so..."

The middle-aged man nodded frequently and said with a flattering expression: "Master is very resourceful. Compared with you, the three masters are not even worthy of carrying your shoes."

"In this case, Chen Yu must be afraid. Master, he will do whatever you ask him to do."

"snort!"

Master Yuan had a proud expression on his face.

After hundreds of years in the world, how difficult is it to handle Chen Yu?

A young boy, who has learned a few tricks like a three-legged cat, dares to compete with himself in every department.

I really don’t know what to say.

If you want to fight, just play with him.

It will become much easier to let Chen Yu know how powerful he is first, and then accept him as his disciple.

At midnight, a figure appeared near the psychological clinic like a ghost.

The streets were completely silent at the moment, and figures looked back and looked around as they walked.

Approaching the door of the psychological clinic, the figure looked up at the second-floor window.

The room was dark, indicating that Chen Yu had fallen asleep.

The middle-aged man sneered secretly.

Chen Yu dared to sleep peacefully after offending his master. He deserved the misfortune that would follow!

After making sure that no one was nearby, the middle-aged man took out the soul-catching bell and a disposable sticky hook.

Stand on tiptoes and fix the disposable adhesive hook in the center of the door beam.

Then he hung the bell on the hook.

After doing this, the middle-aged man took a few steps back and said with a smile: "It is your blessing to be favored by the master. You dare to play tricks in front of the master. Why do you think you are doing this?"

"If you lose your soul tomorrow, you will cry."

While talking, a gust of night wind blew by.

The bell on the door jingled slightly.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the middle-aged man suddenly lost consciousness.

"Master's magic weapon is really powerful, it almost hit me from such a distance!"

The middle-aged man shook his head vigorously.

As if there was a scourge ahead, he quickly left here.

But instead of returning to the hotel, he found a nearby food stall that was still open.

At dawn the next day, Chen Yu opened the door to the psychological clinic.

Chen Yu walked out of the store wearing pure cotton pajamas and slippers.

After closing the door smoothly, Chen Yu yawned and walked towards the breakfast shop in the distance.

In the darkness, a pair of big, bright eyes stared at Chen Yu without blinking.

A look of astonishment appeared on the face of the owner of the eyes.

The soul-catching bell has been shaking all night, how can everything be normal for Chen Yu?

As Chen Yu returned to the store after breakfast, the middle-aged man's expression changed from stunned to shocked.

The soul-catching bell is Master Yuan's unique magical weapon, specially used to attract people's souls.

According to what the master said, it took him eight years to refine this magical weapon.

No matter who the warlock is, once he encounters the soul-catching bell, his soul will be drawn away one after another.

After that, he became confused and confused, like a zombie...

The situation is so strange right now!

The Soul-Calling Bell, which is specially designed to deal with cultivators, seems to be ineffective against Chen Yu.

Not sure if Chen Yu had been tricked, the middle-aged man suppressed his shock and continued to observe in the dark.

An hour later, Zhou Kexin walked into the store carrying a bag and wearing headphones.

Soon, the sound of two people talking was heard in the store.

…

"The Soul Seizing Bell is of no use to Chen Yu?!"

In the hotel room, Master Yuan showed the same shocked expression as his apprentice.

It is absolutely impossible for the soul-catching bell to fail!

This object is by no means an ordinary magic weapon, but an extremely powerful evil weapon.

There are hundreds of unjust ghosts who died in vain.

Once activated, the bell will emit a mesmerizing sound.

Ordinary people will not be affected much.

On the other hand, a cultivator will definitely be attacked in a matter of minutes.

Hundreds of ghosts howl, and the ringing of the bell absorbs the soul.

The deepest fear in the heart will make the soul unstable, and then be sucked into the soul-catching bell.

Chen Yu is also a cultivator, so why was he unscathed?

He can do anything that is conducive to his cultivation of immortality, and he can kill anyone who hinders his cultivation of immortality.

The spiritual weapons in Chen Yu's shop are of great benefit to cultivating immortals.

Master Yuan has been using this harmful trick for I don’t know how many years.

But I missed it this time.

"Master, what should we do now?"

The middle-aged man said anxiously.

Master Yuan was silent, his expression changing unpredictably.

"The person named Chen seems to be more powerful than we thought. Even the Soul-Calling Bell can't do anything to him..."

"Nonsense! My master's soul-catching bell has never failed. There must be something wrong."

Master Yuan warned the middle-aged man not to talk nonsense.

The soul-catching bell is a magic weapon that he made with all his efforts. Even the three Taoist masters will be afraid of the soul-catching bell when they see it.

It was impossible for Chen Yu to avoid the soul-stirring sound of hundreds of ghosts in the soul-stirring bell.

"Retell what happened last night before you came back."

“Remember, don’t miss a single link!”

Master Yuan said sharply.

The middle-aged man immediately told me that he hung the soul-catching bell at the door of Chen Yu's shop last night.

Afterwards, we went to a food stall to eat something.

Before dawn, I began to stay outside the psychological clinic, closely watching the situation inside.

Chen Yu got up in the morning and went out to buy breakfast. His condition was the same as that of a normal person.

Say hello to people on the street from time to time.

Not long after returning from breakfast, Zhou Kexin arrived at the store.

The two chatted and laughed for a long time.

No matter how you look at it, Chen Yu doesn't look like he has lost his soul.

"puff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of old blood spurted onto the middle-aged man's face.