Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

After waiting for a while, I saw that the incense ash sinked a little, attached to the copper coins, and then emitted a black gas, and soon the orange-yellow transparent sesame oil was dyed black, giving off a strong scent.

Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly and said: "She has something in her body."

"What should I do?" the pony asked immediately.

If the spells force the evil out, I am afraid to damage Wang Ping’s body. Ye Shaoyang thought about it. He asked Wang Ping’s father to come to a clean bowl, filled with clear water, then mixed with red powder and realgar powder, and then poured. Point the water, mix together, and then pour into Wang Pingkou.

Bring a pillow, put her upper body up, let the water flow smoothly into the stomach, then wet a piece of yellow paper, stick it on Wang Ping's face, and put a bowl on the mouth.

Then wait aside.

"What is this doing?" The pony waited for a while and couldn't help but ask.

He just opened his mouth and saw Wang Ping’s throat suddenly moving and making a strange noise.

The relatives screamed back and looked back. Only Wang Ping’s parents and pony were getting closer and very excited.

"Have she been alive?" The pony was very excited.

"How can people live when they die?" Ye Shaoyang replied.

Just finished, Wang Ping’s eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his appearance was extremely dazed.

Wang Ping’s parents and the pony were not excited at all, but they knew that Ye Shaoyang was in the process and did not dare to go forward.

I saw Wang Ping's upper body twitching more and more powerful, as if coughing, and finally forced a "cough", the body lay down softly, no longer moving.

Ye Shaoyang took out the cinnabar pen and drew a character at the bottom of the bowl, then took the bowl and brought it together with the yellow paper.

Everyone gathered around and looked at Wang Ping’s face. He only saw the boss of his mouth. His eyes were round and round and motionless.

"The situation is here." Ye Shaoyang turned the bowl around and everyone looked at it and suddenly screamed:

There is a large group of black hair at the bottom of the bowl, which wriggles like the seaweed in the water, and it looks strange.

"This is something sucked from her body."

Ye Shaoyang lit a magical sign and threw it in. The blue flame sizzled and the hair curled and shrank. The bowl suddenly burst into a cry like a child.

The eyes of the hair were burnt and turned into a pool of blood, thick and sticky at the bottom of the bowl.

Ye Shaoyang asked Wang Ping’s parents to dismiss the relatives, leaving only their husband and wife and the pony to present the bowl to Lao Guo.

Lao Guo would like to take out a piece of red silk from the bag, wrap the bowl, put it in the bag first, and plan to go back to find a place to bury it.

"Wang Ping was killed by a strange thing in the water, that is, evil spirits."

Ye Shaoyang explained, "The hair that is just the group is the evil spirit. It is probably a kind of filth and resentment. It can only survive in the water. I want to use her body to complete an advanced step and come to the ground..."

The pony didn't care what the evil spirit came from, looked at Wang Ping's body, and said with disappointment: "So Wang Ping did not live."

Ye Shaoyang sighed and said: "She is dead, how can the dead survive? I just tried to kill this evil spirit, lest it continue to harm people."

The pony grabbed his hand and couldn't help but shake his head and shed tears.

"You must have a way. You are a heavenly master. You just have to find her soul and send it back to her body."

Ye Shaoyang slowly shook his head. "Which is so simple! The life of a person is doomed. If he dies, he will die. Even if I am a mage, I can't bring a ghost back from the yin, and the ghost is still yang. This is a strong rebellious cycle. Even if I have a hundred thousand years of yin, it is not enough. When she is still alive, I will die first!"

The pony stunned, and there was despair in his eyes. He suddenly thought of something. He grabbed the collar of Ye Shaoyang and said, "No, you have a way! Once the rain is dead, you are going to find her soul and send her. Go back to the body and then resurrect!"

"That is her life should not die, the life limit has not arrived!"

"How do you know that Wang Ping’s life limit has arrived? Maybe she hasn’t reached her life limit yet. Try it."

Ye Shaoyang is speechless. There are so many life limits in the world that have not been ruined, and Wang Ping has died for at least half a day. The soul has already entered the yin.

Even if she is dead, her life is not a death, death has become a fact, the sinister will let her reincarnation or live in the city of death, waiting for the sinister to catch the murderer, go to the testimony.

"I will ask the soul first."

Ye Shaoyang opened the backpack and let Lao Guo help him. He quickly arranged it into an altar, so that Wang Ping’s parents brought a piece of clothes that Wang Ping had worn before his life, and placed it in the soul circle.

Then close the doors and windows, the curtains are tightened, and the incense sticks are made.

Write Wang Ping’s name and birthday character on the charm, burn it, and Ye Shaoyang begins to practice the soul.

"Sunset Shaming, the heavens and the earth are open, the Maoshan gods, the yin and yang to the Thai, the four ghosts and gods, the martial arts, the detained souls, the immediate release! Taishang Sanqing rush as the law! Wang Ping, the three souls and seven sorrows to the altar , speed to report!"

There is a smoky wind that rises from the circle of the soul.

Pony and Wang Ping’s parents watched as they watched, and the intense sweat fell quickly. However, until the yin wind disappeared, Wang Ping’s soul did not appear.

"Three souls and seven sorrows go to the altar, Wang Ping! Wang Ping! Wang Ping!"

Ye Shaoyang clasped his hands and held his arms. Shaoyang slammed one foot to the ground. Every time he slammed, he called Wang Ping’s name and waited for a while, but still did not respond.

Ye Shaoyang sighed secretly, greeted Lao Guo to put things away, and shook his head to Xiaoma and Wang Ping’s parents. "I'm sorry, it's useless, Wang Ping can't come back."

The thoughts that Wang Ping’s parents had just raised in their hearts hoped to be completely broken, and they embraced each other and burst into tears.

Xiao immediately grabbed Ye Shaoyang’s hand and asked: “What happened, what is the average soul?”

"I didn't call the soul." Ye Shaoyang was also somewhat lost. "It must have been reincarnation. Otherwise, she has an accurate birth character. I don't have reason to feel her existence."

Pony sat down on the ground, looking at the old Guo to clean up the instrument.

"The festival is sad." Lao Guo advised, and also sighed.

The pony suddenly climbed up and said: "Is there any other possibility, maybe her soul is far away?"

"Unless she is on the north bank of the Yinshui River, as long as it is within the scope of the South Bank, I have no reason to notice it."

"Is that sure?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at him and said loudly: "You are dead, Wang Ping is dead, dead! People can't be resurrected when they die!"

"I don't give up!" The pony was louder than he called. "With a little hope, I won't give up! I don't want her to die!"