Above the gray fog

The red moon hangs high above the gray fog.

The red moonlight shines through the layers of gray fog and floats in the blood river, making the blood river more enchanting and dyeing the white shadow on the blood river red.

The white shadow is naturally Lin Shan.

Lin Shan holds a dozen transparent spiritual threads in one hand, and each thread ends with a soul.

Those souls howl in pain and struggle in the blood river. The blood water of Sequence 6 can easily corrode, but it cannot melt these souls.

Not only that, it will also make these souls more solid and appear in the form of soul bodies.

This blood water seems to be deliberately torturing the soul.

This is a bit similar to the Forgotten River.

Qi Zhuo watched quietly on the side without saying a word. He wanted to see what tricks Lin Shan could play.

Suddenly.

Qi Zhuo's eyes fixed on the souls struggling in the blood river.

These souls began to slowly turn black.

Just like the black shadows encountered before.

The previous black shadows did not have the slightest desire to attack these new souls.

Most of the shadows were attached to the broken limbs, as if the broken limbs were its body before death.

In this way, these shadows are not so strange, but the strange breath on the broken limbs is even stronger.

This blood river is too complicated, and there are many factors involved, which cannot be analyzed by simply looking at it.

At this time, Lin Shan suddenly said, "I will pull the soul up in a while. Pay attention to whether there is anything attached to the soul. If there is, leave it."

"Okay." Qi Zhuo nodded in response.

Lin Shan controlled the silk thread to pull the soul around in the blood river, and those soul bodies became darker and darker.

At a certain moment, Lin Shan suddenly exerted force.

He pulled all the dozen soul bodies up.

It was like a fish in the river suddenly jumped up.

Splashing thick blood.

"Entity?"

Qi Zhuo was stunned for a while. The pure soul body wandered around in this blood river and turned into an entity...

"Don't hesitate, get started." Lin Shan reminded.

"You don't need to remind me, I know." The moths were ablaze, and the surrounding space turned gray.

Including Lin Shan, time on the blood river was completely still, and everything was frozen at that moment.

Having just lost a large number of moths, Qi Zhuo was a little weak now. He didn't dare to waste time, and his mental power was radiating outward to scan these souls.

When his mental power just touched these souls, he found something wrong.

Unlike the complete black shadows that jumped out of the water before, these souls that did not completely turn black actually had dense things lying on their surfaces.

There were long snake-like things that desperately drilled into the souls, and there were also black shadows with limbs that desperately tore the souls.

No wonder these souls were so painful in the blood river...

But when he sent the moths down before, he didn't encounter these little things... Is it because he has no soul, so he can't attract these little things?

At this moment, he couldn't help but admire Lin Shan's keen observation.

Then he thought, maybe it's not because Lin Shan has a keen observation, but because he has no soul, he lacks a lot of things congenitally, and he always feels that something is wrong with himself during this period...

I really want to find my soul quickly and be truly resurrected.

When seeing these blackened soul bodies, Qi Zhuo had many thoughts in less than a second.

He collected those black little things and grouped them according to their appearance. There were seven different forms of little things in total.

When the time stop was lifted, Lin Shan heard Qi Zhuo's voice, "Are these things? Take a look."

These little things are very weak, and they may not even have the strength of Sequence 9, but under the suppression of this blood river, even if a Sequence 5 soul body comes in, it will be eroded and assimilated into the black shadow before.

Lin Shan walked up to carefully identify, and was actually communicating with the parchment.

Copper snake, iron dog... that's it.

Lin Shan pinched the small iron dog with one hand, and the iron dog bared its teeth and bit his thumb.

Even though this bite didn't break his spiritual gauze, he still felt a tingling electric shock.

"There are still two types missing." Lin Shan's eyes swept over other small things. Some looked like octopuses, some looked like shrimps, and some looked like jellyfish. These were not the materials he needed.

There were only copper snakes and iron dogs, but no copper coins and paper money.

And... these copper snakes and iron dogs were also a little abnormal.

Lin Shan: [What's going on? ]

Lin Shan asked the parchment in his mind. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. The material was still in the same position as before and did not move, but the small one in front of him was also a material.

Parchment: [You can understand it as the relationship between the main body and the hair that fell from the main body. These small ones can also be used. The power is from the same source. The essence of the magic potion is to inherit the characteristics of the main medicine. The auxiliary medicine is to suppress the main medicine and let the power of the main medicine be slowly released over time. The auxiliary medicine is not fixed. As long as the life level is high enough, the auxiliary medicine is not needed. ]

Lin Shan: [What about the copper coins and paper money? 】

Parchment: [Some shed hair and some don't. The location has been given to you. Just go down and get it yourself. 】

Parchment: [In view of your current strength and the special nature of this river, pay 50 years of life, and the great parchment will give you a ritual that will allow you to easily obtain materials. 】

Lin Shan: [The life span I paid before includes all the materials. Isn't it right for you to tell me how to get it now? ]

Parchment: [I've already told you the method. Just go down and fish it out right below the location. ]

Lin Shan: [Pay. ]

Lin Shan was too lazy to argue with it. He still had plenty of life span now.

He had to leave enough life span... to use the feather pen.

The feather pen was the real life-consuming big spender.

After receiving the life span, black light began to flash on the parchment.

A complex ritual pattern emerged.

Next to it was written the introduction of the ritual as well as the method and premise.

This is a ritual to communicate with the Lord of Hell, relying on the power of the Lord of Hell and the emotional power between living beings as the trigger to connect life and death.

It's a bit like in the Chinese mythology of gods and ghosts, where the living burn things to commemorate the dead, and the dead can receive the sacrifices from the living in the underworld and receive these things.

In simple terms, it is burning paper money.

However, it is not as simple as the legend says, that is, not just lighting a fire. Instead, it requires various prerequisites and arrangements, as well as the power of the Hell Lineage. If one does not have the sequence of the Hell Lineage, one can only communicate with the Lord of Hell through sacrifice, and the fee is more than ten times that of having the Hell Lineage.