My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng couldn't believe it after hearing this, and said, "You mean, this thing is left to us?"

"Of course, otherwise how could it appear here so vividly? It's not an exaggeration to say that this kind of ghost is one in a million."

Murong Wan said, "Usually these are raised deliberately by people. Usually three years is the basic level, five years is normal, and more than ten years is considered rare."

"why?"

"This kind of aura parasitism requires a lot of energy, whether it is nutrients for living things or plants. For example, there seem to be fewer bugs here than other places, just because of the supply of nutrients."

Murong Wan said and continued: "So logically speaking, this kind of spiritual energy that is at least two hundred years old is almost never seen."

"Then you mean, this thing is powerful?"

"Well, if it can be completely absorbed and refined, it should be able to greatly improve a person's strength."

Murong Wan nodded.

Yang Feng looked at her expression with doubts.

Usually at times like this, Murong Wan was trying to trick herself, and it was definitely not as simple as she said.

"Don't you have other purposes?"

Yang Feng asked very suspiciously.

Murong Wan smiled and said: "Of course not, and you don't need to refine and absorb it. I know another way to extract this Yin spirit and preserve it."

"There is a way!"

"My master taught me this before. I only need to prepare a vessel, use spiritual power to attract it, and then pass a special magic talisman to do it."

Murong Wan thought about it and said, "But this method will cause some losses, almost one-tenth of it?"

"I think it's better to preserve it than to absorb it randomly."

Yang Feng just couldn't trust Murong Wan now.

He felt that if he absorbed it randomly, he would most likely be fooled.

And Yang Feng immediately asked: "By the way, since you know so clearly, why don't you do it yourself? With your strength, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"It's not difficult. It's just a piece of cake for both of us. But my master has a rule and I'm not allowed to come into contact with such things. And when I go back to the Investigation Bureau, it will be very troublesome if I encounter Bureau Jiang."

Murong Wan's helpless expression.

After hearing this, Yang Feng said thoughtfully: "That's right, he can probably tell."

"So if you really want to preserve it, I can teach you. If you don't want to, just keep it. It's been here for hundreds of years anyway, so it's not too late."

As Murong Wan spoke, she glanced into the distance and said, "It's really strange to say that this place seems to be more lively than expected tonight."

"Ok?"

Yang Feng looked into the distance and found that people from the Shanhe Organization were also here.

"Are they staring at this too?"

Yang Feng understood immediately.

Murong Wan smiled and said: "Of course, they should have wanted to take possession of such a thing for a long time, but they haven't found a way yet, and they don't have that kind of strength. In fact, it doesn't matter, unless they send someone strong enough. , otherwise these things would definitely not be stolen.”

"Then you mean, it's still possible for them to steal these spiritual energy?"

"That's of course. After all, the spiritual energy won't escape here. It belongs to whoever can get it."

Murong Wan answered calmly.

Yang Feng's expression was a little hesitant, and after a moment he asked: "What can you do?"

"Do you really want to save these spiritual energy?"

"I'm afraid that people from the Shanhe Organization will really come and steal it. According to what you said, it's so precious. Wouldn't it be given to them in vain?"

Yang Feng naturally did not want to see such a thing happen.

Murong Wan smiled and said, "In that case, I happen to have a scroll here."

She took out a rolled up white paper from her pocket.

Judging from the material, it should be rice paper with some special material.

This piece of white paper is spread out, two meters long and half a meter wide.

"Can this thing store spiritual energy?"

Yang Feng's face was full of doubts.

Murong Wan smiled and asked, "Do you know Wu Daozi?"

"Of course I do."

"The reason why his paintings are all inspired by his strokes is because his special hand strength can attract spiritual energy while swaying."

"I don't have that kind of writing power."

"So I can teach you a way to manipulate the spiritual energy to leave traces on the scroll. As long as the Yin spirit feels it, it should also be attracted."

Murong Wan began to give Yang Feng some teachings.

Under the big banyan tree, Yang Feng listened to Murong Wan telling him some mysterious and mysterious things.

Fortunately, now he has the ability to understand roughly.

"I forgot to remind you just now. Once you start, you can't stop halfway, otherwise all the ghosts will disperse."

Murong Wan reminded.

Yang Feng nodded happily and said: "I understand."

"Okay, let me help you build a barrier first to prevent anyone from passing by in the middle of the night."

Murong Wan agreed, and a burst of spiritual power spread out.

Those spiritual powers were like waterfalls in the air, forming curtains of water that finally enveloped the surrounding area.

From the outside, you can't see what's inside.

Yang Feng was not surprised that Murong Wan knew these things.

Just under her guidance, I sat next to the big banyan tree.

The white paper scroll was spread out on the ground, and Yang Feng began to follow what Murong Wan said, attracting the spiritual energy attached to the banyan tree.

As Murong Wan said, these spiritual energies began to drift outside under the constant attraction of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng began to write the talisman on the scroll.

These Yin spirits are also moving towards the talisman as they thought before.

But what Yang Feng never expected was that the spiritual power in his body was constantly draining away at this time, which he thought was a simple matter.

Yang Feng's spiritual power is now very strong. Even in this world there are not many people who can match it.

But Yang Feng felt that his spiritual power was like water in a river, being continuously drawn out at this time, and headed towards the talisman on the scroll.

"Your spiritual power needs to neutralize those Yin spirits in order to be preserved. If you stop, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

Murong Wan's voice came from the side.

Yang Feng was forced to grit his teeth and began to continuously transport spiritual power.

But in his heart, he was already scolding his mother at this moment.

Seeing his spiritual power flowing outwards, the speed is getting faster and faster.

Yang Feng finally understood why Murong Wan had deceived him for a long time but was unwilling to take action.

"I bet this is also a chore."

Yang Feng gritted his teeth.

The nuns are really not good people.

The easy thing I told myself just now seemed to be something that could be accomplished with a snap of my fingers. However, now that my spiritual power has been almost drained, I still can't feel where the end of the Yin spirit is.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Yang Feng couldn't feel the passage of time. He could only feel that his spiritual power was being drained bit by bit, until finally there was no trace left, and he finally fainted from exhaustion.