Shenhaozhi counterattacked from picking up the treasure box

"One body, two souls?"

Lao Zhamu looked at the village doctor with a puzzled expression. Even Ye Feng was confused. He had never heard of this term.

The village doctor looked at "Zhata" with a ferocious smile on his face and said: "The so-called two souls in one body are the two souls in little Zhata's body at this moment, one is his own and the other is someone else's. It's like...

Schizophrenia.”

With this explanation, everyone understood, but what the village doctor said next made Lao Zhamu suddenly anxious.

"Schizophrenia is a disease, but one body with two souls is different. Two souls occupying one body will compete with each other for control of the body. Whoever loses will be devoured by another powerful soul, which is the real

Dead."

Lao Zhamu's expression changed instantly, his soul was swallowed up, which meant that he didn't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

A burst of anger rushed to the top of Lao Zhamu's head, and he looked at Ye Feng with a pair of angry eyes: "It's all you! The soul attractor actually attracted other souls. If my grandson has any shortcomings, I will fight with this old bone.

I won’t let you go either!”

Seeing that Lao Zhamu was on the verge of going berserk, the hotel owner hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him.

"Uncle Zhamu, please calm down. He also has good intentions. He summoned the soul of little Zhata without your consent!"

The village doctor also advised: "Uncle Zhamu, don't blame this young gentleman. If it weren't for him, little Zhata's soul wouldn't be able to come back, and attracting another soul is something we couldn't have expected."

After being persuaded by the two, most of Lao Zhamu's anger dissipated immediately. The village doctor was right. If Ye Feng hadn't used the soul-inducing incense, his grandson would have died long ago.

Now the grandson's soul is back, but it has brought back another soul, which seems to be quite fierce. The grandson is definitely no match. It will be a matter of time before he is swallowed up. What should I do?

Lao Zhamu looked at the village doctor. He was not only a doctor, but also a divine man. He must have a way to drive that soul out of Xiao Zhata's body.

The village doctor understood what Lao Zhamu was thinking, but he did not speak. He looked at the door and motioned to go out.

After the lively villagers were dispersed, Lao Zhamu stood outside the courtyard and glanced at "Zhata" inside the house through the window. He was neither crying nor fussing. He was sitting quietly on the kang with a smile on his face.

, a very dark smile that makes people look uncomfortable.

"Saru, is there any way you can drive that soul out of Little Zatar's body?"

Shalu was the village doctor. He touched his nose and shook his head.

"My cultivation is shallow. I only learned a little bit from my master. I can do small things like collecting souls and praying for blessings. I can't do it by driving away souls, and I'm still an innocent soul."

When that soul occupied little Zata's body, Shalu clearly felt that the room was suddenly filled with a strong evil spirit. Only when the resentment reaches a certain level can this kind of energy be released.

The stronger the evil spirit of the soul, the stronger the magic power. With my little skill as a three-legged cat, if I forcefully drive away the wronged soul, it may be counterproductive and little Zata's life will be at risk.

After hearing Shalu's words, Lao Zhamu looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, his old face pulled down, he took out his pipe pot, squatted on the ground and smoked a stuffy cigarette.

Shalu said: "If my master were here, he should be able to drive away that evil spirit easily."

Lao Zhamu's eyes suddenly shone with light: "Where is your master?"

"Eight years ago, he returned to the west on a crane."

Lao Zhamu almost choked himself to death with a puff of cigarette. Your master is dead, and you still talk nonsense!

"Then there's nothing we can do?" Lao Zhamu looked depressed. It seemed that God was going to end their family's existence.

"It's not impossible." Shalu touched his chin and said, "I heard my master say that the reason why the souls of injustice have resentment is because they had unfulfilled wishes when they were alive or dead. If the deceased has a strong will, this wish will

It becomes an obsession, and they are unwilling to reincarnate. If their wishes are fulfilled, the resentment will disappear, and there will be no need to drive them away, and they will leave on their own to reincarnate."

After hearing this, Lao Zhamu nodded with deep satisfaction.

"Then what is this wronged soul's obsession?"

"Then go ask it!"

Shalu said to several people: "You guys wait here for a moment, I will go in and ask."

Everyone nodded and watched Shahru return to the room. Through the window, they saw him and "Little Za'tar face to face, starting to cross paths."

The voices from both sides were not loud, and only the mouth movements could be seen outside. Shahruh sometimes frowned and sometimes shook his head.

Ten minutes later, Shalu opened the door curtain and came out, and Lao Zhamu hurriedly stepped forward.

"How's it going? Is it settled?"

Shalu nodded, then shook his head.

"You are nodding and shaking your head, is that okay?"

Shalu sighed and said: "The other party agreed. As long as we fulfill its wish, it will let little Za'tar go and leave on its own to reincarnate."

Lao Zhamu was immediately overjoyed: "This is a good thing, why are you looking so sad?"

Shalu said: "Because the conditions proposed by the other party are very harsh."

The innkeeper leaned over and asked, "How harsh? Does it want the moon or the sun in the sky?"

Shalu shook his head again: "It's not that exaggerated, but it's not as difficult as asking for the sun and moon in the sky."

Everyone frowned.

Shalu continued: "This soul was an explorer during its lifetime. It died on the Kunlun Mountains due to an accident. Its wish is for us to find its body, take it to the top of the Kunlun Mountains, and bury it next to the Yaochi.

"

"Yaochi!?" Lao Zhamu's eyes suddenly widened: "It's better to have the damn sun and moon in the sky. At least they are visible. Yaochi only exists in legends. It is the territory of the Queen Mother, and it is on Kunlun Mountain.

There is no such place!”

“There is such a place!”

Ye Feng's voice suddenly came to mind, and Lao Zhamu turned to look at him.

"You know?"

Ye Feng said: "According to my guess, Yaochi is the legendary Fairy Lake at the foot of your Kunlun Mountains. This innocent soul wants to go to Fairy Lake."

"Fairy Lake..."

Lao Zhamu's brows were knitted into knots, and his eyes were filled with awe.

Legend has it that Fairy Lake is located on the top of Kunlun Mountain. It is the private territory of fairies. No one dares to set foot there. Moreover, it is snowy and the mountain is closed now. Going up the mountain is tantamount to seeking death.

But a few seconds later, Lao Zhamu's eyes turned determined. In order to save his grandson's life, he would go through all kinds of dangers, including mountains of swords and seas of fire.

"Okay! We promise him! I will set off early tomorrow morning!"

"You can't go!" Shalu said.

Lao Zhamu asked doubtfully: "Why?"

"The wronged soul appointed him to go!"

Shalu pointed at Ye Feng. The innocent soul followed Ye Feng's soul-inducing incense, so he identified him.

"Me?" Ye Feng was startled. He was unfamiliar with this place. If he knew where the Fairy Lake was, why would he need to come here to ask for help?

"I don't know much about Kunlun Mountain, let alone where Fairy Lake is."

Lao Zhamu took over and said: "Yes, the snow-covered Kunlun Mountains are full of dangers. As a foreigner, entering the mountains is tantamount to seeking death!"

Lao Zhamu didn't want to hand over such an important matter to someone else, someone he didn't understand at all.

"I know where it is."

Shahru glanced at "Little Za'tar" who was still wearing an eerie smile in the window.

"He has told me the route to find Fairy Lake. I will follow this gentleman up the mountain."

Although Lao Zhamu was unwilling in his heart, he had no choice but to do so. His grandson's life was in his hands. If he was angered, little Zhata's soul might be devoured in the next second.

It was already afternoon, and they had to prepare the items they needed before setting off. They didn't have time to go up the mountain today, so they had to postpone it until tomorrow.

Shalu negotiated a good deal with the wronged soul. Within seven days, they found the corpse of the wronged soul and brought it to Yaochi to bury it. It would naturally reincarnate.

If it can't do it within this time, it will devour little Za'tar's soul and take this body as its own.

Early the next morning, the rumble of an engine came from the door of Laozhamu.

Ye Feng and Zhata packed up and went out with their luggage. Under the watch of Lao Zhamu, the two took two motorcycles and headed towards the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

There are paved roads everywhere here, so cars have no use. In addition to four-wheel drive off-road, motorcycles are a useful tool for trekking through mountains and rivers.

As the saying goes, "Looking up the mountain is like running to death. Looking from Muyituo to Kunlun Mountain, it feels like it's only twenty or thirty miles away. But after running on the motorcycle for a whole morning, Ye Feng felt that the distance between him and Kunlun Mountain was only a little bit closer."

At noon, the road became increasingly rough and unsuitable for motorcycles.

A dozen kilometers further on, a yurt appeared. Shalu got off the car and approached to negotiate, then changed two horses and continued the attack.

Ye Feng had never ridden a horse before. As he ran all the way down, his buttocks were bent into eight pieces, and the saddle was stuck in his crotch and he almost became incontinent.

Before the sun set, the two finally arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Shalu tied the reins to the saddle and patted the horse's butt. The bay-red horse snorted, kicked the horse four times and ran away.

Shalu said: "They will go back on their own."

Ye Feng also imitated Shalu's example, tied the reins to the saddle and let the horse go.

"Time is running out, let's go!"

Shalu picked up his luggage and headed towards Kunlun Mountain.

Ye Feng tightened his straps and followed Shalu up the mountain.

The two of them had just walked not far, when at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, amid the white snow, a pair of green, greedy eyes stared at their backs.