Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

After nightfall, Fang Lin left the Chamber of Commerce and Industry and drove his Lamborghini Urus straight to the south of the city.

During the day he made a decision.

Since the tragedy of Bai Jing's son has an inextricable relationship with himself, he must be responsible for saving everything.

He said that Bai Jing's son was not dead yet, so he had to be revived.

Even if this kind of thing was brought up, anyone else would think that Fang Lin was asking for trouble.

But Fang Lin has his own principles and the bottom line he sticks to.

The promises you make out must be kept true to your word.

Besides, it shouldn't be difficult for him to summon the soul and return it to the Yang state.

The time flashed to half past ten. ??

Fang Lin drove to the southern suburbs of the city, and everything was quiet.

After getting off the car, he stood in the open space beside him, raised his feet and stepped on the ground three times, shouting: "Song Youzhe!"

Not long after, not far ahead, a mirror made of black light appeared in mid-air.

Song Youzhe, wearing black clothes and a black hat, emerged from the black light.

After landing lightly on the ground, he walked quickly to Fang Lin, bowed and saluted, cupped his hands and said, "I have seen the Immortal."

The black light group behind him dissipated into nothingness in these two breaths.

Fang Lin waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite. I'm looking for you this time because I need your help with something."

Song Youzhe looked happy. Being able to help Fang Lin was definitely a happy thing for him.

After all, being able to get closer to Fang Lin was something he could only wish for.

Immediately he said respectfully: "As little as I can, I should help you to the best of my ability. Just ask the Immortal to give you instructions."

Fang Lin was not polite to him and asked directly: "Yesterday, the son of the Bai family near Wanyan Pagoda died in a beating. Is his soul in your hands?"

Song Youzhe nodded and replied: "Yes. Last night, it was the soul of the villain who

Arrest. When enough is collected, they will be sent to the underworld together. "

As the only Gui Cha Hei Wuchang in the entire Handong Province, the souls of all dead people are under his control, and Bai Jing's son is no exception.

Fang Lin nodded and said: "That's good. Give me his soul, and I will send him back tonight."

"Ah?" Upon hearing Fang Lin's words, Song Youzhe couldn't help but change his face, "Shangxian, do you want to send him back to Yang?"

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Fang Lin frowned and asked, "What? Is there a problem?"

Song Youzhe took a deep breath and said solemnly: "It's not just a problem. Master, please listen to me slowly. The matter of sending souls back to the sun has been around since ancient times. It's just..."

Seeing that he was taking things so seriously, Fang Lin couldn't help but listen attentively.

After Song Youzhe's explanation, he understood what the problem was.

It turns out that more than three hundred years ago, after the six paths of reincarnation were stagnant and the underworld was closed.

The matter of reincarnation becomes difficult for ghosts and gods to interfere with.

For three hundred years, Song Youzhe was idle and bored, and also tried to return his soul to the sun.

But even though he is a ghost, he has a certain power of reincarnation in the underworld, and every time he tries, he almost loses his soul.

Song Youzhe seemed to recall some horrific scene, with a lingering fear on his face, and said: "The Immortal doesn't know something. Sending the soul back to the Yang is originally within the cycle of reincarnation. Since the underworld is closed and the six paths are stagnant, this force can make the six paths move. The power merges into the space between heaven and earth.

We, the ghost messengers holding the Underworld Talisman, can't use this power, let alone you, the Immortal.

If you cast the spell forcibly, not only will it be counterattacked by the power of heaven and earth, but the Immortal will also need to consume his lifespan to make up for the missing power of reincarnation.

Only in this way can he be reborn! Immortal, please think twice. "

After listening to Song Youzhe's heartfelt words, Fang Lin realized that he had thought of things too simply.

Sending souls back to the sun is completely different from destroying ghosts.

This is quite different from returning Yang in the general sense. It is more appropriate to describe it as changing one's fate against the will of heaven.

Fang Lin was not an indecisive person. Since he had decided to resurrect Bai Jing's son, he had to do it.

After pondering for a while, Fang Lin said: "I have made up my mind on this matter. You don't need to persuade me anymore, just tell me what to do."

Seeing Fang Lin's determined look, Song Youzhe knew that it would be useless to say anything more. He could only sigh and said: "Now that the matter has come to this, I won't say more. This will be what happened when casting the spell." Let me know everything you need to pay attention to."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the surrounding black air filled the air and spread quickly.

He transformed the scenes he experienced one by one and explained them in detail.

Fang Lin nodded from time to time as he listened, and occasionally asked a question or two.

Soon, the time came to half past ten.

In another half hour it will be Zi hour, which is the time of day when the Yin energy is at its strongest.

Song Youzhe took out a ball of black mist from his arms and solemnly handed it to Fang Lin.

To him, one soul is nothing. Anyway, the underworld is gone, and no one knows about the missing one.

What he was worried about was what Fang Lin would do next, which was full of dangers.

"When the Immortal casts spells, you need to be more careful and don't be careless. I sincerely wish the Immortal Horse success, and allow me to leave first." Song Youzhe bowed and saluted.

Fang Lin nodded and said, "Go ahead. I'll find you again after the matter is done."

Looking at Song Youzhe slowly

Slowly disappearing into the darkness, Fang Lin couldn't help but frown.

But now, even if he knows that there are many difficulties and dangers, he will not flinch in the slightest.

Back in the car, Fang Lin drove to Bai's house.

As midnight approached, the traffic on the road became sparse.

Soon, Fang Lin arrived near Wanyan Pagoda, parked his car, and walked straight to where the Bai family was.

The lights in the Bai family courtyard were still on at this time.

The difference from the daytime is that the white things prepared for the dead have been put away.

The coffin in the main hall was also gone, replaced by a bed.

Lying on the bed was a pale-faced young man, motionless. Bai Jing and the old man were the only ones left in the room, while the others were driven off to rest.

The Bai family had doubts about what Fang Lin said during the day.

After Fang Lin left during the day, they asked a doctor to see him. The doctor's words undoubtedly aggravated their distrust of Fang Lin.

But no matter what, Fang Lin has become Bai Jing's only hope.

No matter how slim the hope was, she was willing to give it a try.

"How long has it been and he hasn't come yet. Sure enough, he's lying to us again!" The old man couldn't hold it in anymore. He stood up suddenly and couldn't help but curse Fang Lin angrily.

Bai Jing's face was dull, and she sat there with only her son in her eyes, motionless.

The time is approaching eleven o'clock.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside, and the old man walked out immediately.

Looking at Fang Lin coming slowly, the old man opened his mouth, then glared at him fiercely and said, "You'd better not lie to us, otherwise I will fight you even if I risk my life!"

Fang Lin strode into the room and said, "What I, Fang Lin, have always said is true."