Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The man exclaimed, disturbing the illusory woman, her face was stunned, and the body was weak and the paper was thick. She looked up slowly and looked at the white man. The thin face showed a touch of faintness. smile.

"A Lin... It’s really you...you are not dead..." I was shocked to see the deceased wife showing a familiar smile. The man ran away to the virtual shadow, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and embrace himself. The lover, but this flutter, but became empty.

The man was stunned and watched his hands pass through his wife's body, and the fingertips no longer warmed up.

The people of Pingcheng who stayed on the side looked at the illusory figure, many people, and found a familiar face.

The father who died at the end of his life, his deceased relatives, and the child who died...

A familiar face fills everyone's eyes.

Ling He looked at this scene in front of him, and his eyes widened incredulously. He looked at the illusory shadows. His heart gave birth to an incredible speculation. He subconsciously looked at the monsoon smoke and asked: "Miss. ……Those ones……"

The mouth of the monsoon smoked a smile, "That is the soul."

Linghe was slightly shocked.

Monsoon flue: "The people who have passed away have not really left, their souls are still in the world, or they choose to reincarnate or stay in this place."

Spiritualism is the study of monsoon smoke from her ancestors. The first time she used it was at the moment when her master died, but unfortunately... she could not return to Master’s soul.

The death of man, its soul.

After years of experience, I gradually became conscious and turned into reincarnation.

Of course...

But there are those souls that are dying, they can't be dispersed for a long time, their death is very reasonable, and the soul with resentment will be trapped in a certain place, and will not be reincarnation.

The people of Pingcheng were sobered from the shock, watching the loved ones who had passed away appear again in front of themselves, thinking that they had forgotten everything, they have left their hands in the hands, and walked toward the soul of their loved ones. .

however……

When they approached, they found that the looks of their loved ones remained the same, but the body was completely different from the memory.

Most of the souls that stayed in front of them were smashed, and there was nothing in the empty belly. The familiar face was full of hatred and sadness.

Strong anger, so that the surrounding air has become more and more cold.

The monsoon smoke raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips spread out infuriatingly and inedulged in those souls.

The glimmer of the road falls into the soul, and it makes the souls make a little difference.

The longer the elapsed time, the more illusory the soul is, the more transparent it is, and the soul that just died is very rich, and even can clearly see the flesh and blood of their wounds.

"Today's victims, please take a step forward." The sound of the monsoon smoke is illusory and ethereal, and the sound falls into the ears of the people, like a clear spring pouring into the chest.

Dozens of illusory figures have appeared in front of the monsoon smoke through many souls. Those people are dead and miserable. The soul still retains the appearance before death. Their abdomen is broken and the internal organs have been hollowed out. There are distorted gestures in the limbs. It is obviously caused by the abuse of the dead and the death of the soul. It is also awkward to look at.

The eyes of the people, along with the monsoon smoke, fell on the dozens of souls, and at a glance, dozens of souls were the people killed today.