Bend that ghost

The talisman on the quilt was painted with the blood of the tree and cinnabar. Due to time, the lines of the talisman turned black.

Seeing Qiao Mu's dejected appearance, even Chu Yan couldn't be harsh. If he really wanted to raise a murder weapon, there were corpses everywhere, so why did he have to drag Jian Shaobai?

It was nothing more than wanting to bind himself to Jian Shaobai's corpse, and to ensure that Jian Shaobai's body would not rot.

Chuyan hesitated again and again, and sighed: "Qiao Mu, why are you doing this..."

"I'm not bitter." Qiao Mu said hoarsely. He sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at Jian Shaobai who was lifeless on the bed, and slightly bent his lips: "Only in this way can Xiaobai no longer be controlled by puppets. I won't do anything to him, if the soul can't be found, at least, I can't lose his body."

Chu Yan was dumbfounded, and his eyes were a little complicated.

He still didn't understand how much Qiao Mu cared about Jian Shaobai, but now it seemed clear.

Although most cultivators are pedantic, some people can understand it.Taoism follows nature, isn't it a predestined word?

If there is fate, it has nothing to do with men and women.

Not to mention that Qiao Mu's feelings for Jian Shaobai are not limited to the so-called love, it is a pure and clean friendship.

"Bah." Lu Li spat at him, and said with a sullen face, "Do you think our Yinshan is dead? If Jian Shaobai's soul is imprisoned, then we can definitely find it. Jiang Chen who was arrested last time Didn’t you find it too? Take heart, you’re not in despair yet, are you?”

Qiao Mu seemed to be a little shaken, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Wen Zhijiang walked out from behind Lu Li, looked at Jian Shaobai on the bed, and said softly, "I understand that you want to keep this body, but isn't it more important to save Jian Shaobai's soul? Qiao Mu, we need Jane Shaobai's corpse summons the soul."

Obviously the soul is more important than the body.Although Qiao Mu was a little dazed and could tell which was more important, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you... how sure are you?"

Wen Zhijiang and Lu Li exchanged glances. They didn't know if the conjuration would be successful. In the end, Wen Zhijiang gave Qiao Mu a conservative estimate: "[-]%."

Because I don't know whether Jian Shaobai's soul has been scattered or imprisoned, so the [-]% is actually too much.

Qiao Mu was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "...Okay, I will trouble you."

Lu Li took off the thin quilt covering Jian Shaobai's body, wishing he could throw it in Qiao Mu's face. This man might be a little bit irritated, but he has learned to be polite when talking to him.But for Jian Shaobai's sake, Lu Li didn't hate him.

Wen Zhijiang sat on the other side of the bed, looked at Jian Shaobai's body and sighed silently, the purple-red lines on his wrists were so shallow that they were almost invisible.When the line marks completely disappeared, that is when Jian Shaobai's body was completely controlled by Qiao Mu.

People leave a body after death, and their soul goes to the underworld. I thought Qiao Mu could see through it, but I didn't expect Qiao Mu's obsession to be so deep.

Chu Yan brought Gu Yun and Gu Qing to protect the dharma. They had tried to conjure up Jian Shaobai's soul before, but they hadn't succeeded. At this time, they could only pin their hopes on Wen Zhijiang and Lu Li.

The two didn't delay too much, it was much better to have Jian Shaobai's corpse as a medium to find the soul than nothing.Wen Zhijiang stretched out his hand and pulled Jian Shaobai's cold and slender wrist, and clasped his thumb tightly on the pulse gate, a faint golden light emerged, and he pinched out the finger formula with the other hand, and murmured the soul-calling curse.

On the other side, Lu Li drove Qiao Mu to the end of the bed, and then made the same movement as Wen Zhijiang, and the faint blue light diffused.

At the same time, the innocent souls around seemed to feel a vague intention of calling, but every time they wanted to move forward, they clearly realized that it was not him who was calling.

The biggest difference between Yinshan's soul-calling technique and other sects is not because of its strong soul-calling ability, but because there is a spirit body in the caster, who can also separate out the spiritual consciousness to search for the soul while calling the soul.

Gold and blue interweave brilliant brilliance, just like the intersection of bright sunlight and the vast Milky Way, forming a bright circle of light around the three of them.

Gorgeous and mysterious.

Gu Yun exclaimed: "...This is Yinshan Spiritualism? Don't you even use weapons?"

"Use." Gu Qing looked more carefully than Gu Yun. He pointed to Wen Zhijiang and said, "Zhangjiao Wen is a magic weapon. He uses his body as a tool to perform the art of summoning souls. He is a spirit body. The communication with the spirit body requires Much stronger than us, no wonder Yinshan disciples often contract ghosts, presumably the mystery is not limited to this."

It's not without reason that Yinshan and ghosts are companions. At least it's really a big help for people to do business.

Chu Yan looked at the two disciples studying the Yinshan method with a slight smile in his eyes, then restrained his expression, put on a majestic demeanor and said: "You are teaching with Wen Zhang, he has only been in the world of psychics for more than a month, and it is already Yinshan Head teacher. One of you two will take over Maoshan in the future, learn more from head teacher Wen to behave in the world without arrogance or impetuosity."

Maoshan is not peaceful now, and there may even be traitors.Hengshen was already a wake-up call, and with the death of the young master and the injustice of Yinshan, Chu Yan had a faint feeling that there might be major changes.But since the other party wanted Maoshan and Yinshan to turn their faces so much, he wanted to make the two families close, and see what the people behind the scenes can do.

Gu Yun and Gu Qing looked at each other, then saluted honestly and said in unison: "Disciple, please remember."

Even Elder Chuyan, who had always hated and hated Yinshan, changed his mind, perhaps Yinshan was really innocent.

As for Wen Zhijiang who became the head teacher in that month, the two said that they really couldn't do it.

Naturally, they didn't know that Wen Zhijiang's achievements actually came from Yinshan's inheritance, and the family's blood inheritance was like this. Compared with the sect, the family's inheritance is more precious.

After a while, Lu Li suddenly opened his eyes with deep eyes.

Qiao Mu, who was always paying attention to Jian Shaobai's situation, was the first to find out, and immediately asked impatiently: "How is it? How is the situation?"

"Wait." Lu Li frowned, his expression was very complicated, even a little dignified, "Jian Shaobai's soul should still be there, but it's just trapped, the young master has already gone, let's wait and see."

Just now, when he and Wen Zhijiang summoned their souls, they were connected with each other, and they were keenly aware of a soul fluctuation coming from the opposite side. Although it was faint, it seemed that they wanted to convey some kind of message, and that soul fluctuation belonged to Jian Shaobai.

If it weren't for the young master, he might not be able to catch that trace of soul fluctuation.

After listening to Lu Li's words, both Chu Yan and Gu Yun and Gu Qing heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, their souls are still there.But Qiao Mu, who should be the most excited, still tensed his nerves, his eyes were fixed on Wen Zhijiang, staring intently.

Lu Li couldn't help comforting him: "It's okay, trust the young master, didn't Jiang Chen be snatched back by him last time? No matter who is short-sighted, I will help you bring them back."

Qiao Mu was startled, then suddenly laughed out loud, the laughter was hoarse, and his eyes were red.

-

Wen Zhijiang searched along the wave of the soul, but did not find where Jian Shaobai was, but heard an extremely familiar voice laughing: "Teacher Wen, I knew you would come here."

This voice was that of the person who imprisoned Jiang Chen last time, that sense of unreasonable familiarity filled his heart, Wen Zhijiang stabilized his mind, and said in a deep voice: "You imprisoned Jian Shaobai just to lure me over?"

"You can't say that, but—it does have that meaning." The owner of the voice was very leisurely, as if looking at the chess piece he was looking forward to, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Of course he has other uses, but, Teacher Wen, you and I are old acquaintances, but I don't want you to forget me completely."

Who is your old acquaintance?Wen Zhijiang frowned in distaste, and decided to make a routine out of this person: "Then I'll trouble you to mention a few things. When did you and I meet? How old are you?"

Except for the last time he heard this voice when he was saving Jiang Chen, he was sure he had never heard it before. If he had to say...then it could only be from that mysterious past life before his reincarnation.

The other party was silent for a moment, then smiled softly, lazily: "Okay, you and I have known each other for thousands of years, it's okay to forget. Who would have thought that you are now a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded? Headmaster, heck, it's really interesting."

Knowing each other for thousands of years, isn't it the time when the Ghost King Sect came back thousands of years ago?

Wen Zhijiang's heart sank slowly. He didn't want to believe that he was really related to the Ghost King's Gate, but the facts were in front of him. It seemed that all the evidence indicated that he had a very close relationship with the Ghost King's Gate.

After a while, the man smiled again: "Don't show that expression, Master Wen, look, no matter what, you are almost the same as before, even if you didn't mean to hurt others, but Jian Shaobai still died because of you, this is Fate, why do you have to resist?"

Wen Zhijiang remained silent.

He still doesn't know why Jian Shaobai died, but the other party's tone was so firm, as if a single sentence sealed his life.

"I don't believe in fate, but the crime of Jian Shaobai's death is on the person who killed him, so what does it have to do with me?" Wen Zhijiang asked back, and then seemed unintentional: "Jian Shaobai was once accused of occult control, that is the ghost king's sect. You must be the real culprit who killed Jian Shaobai and the person who is really connected with the Ghost King Sect."

"That's right." The other party answered bluntly, but then jokingly said: "However, Master Wen still missed one person. You yourself have a lot to do with the Ghost King Sect."

"Who are you? What do you know?" Wen Zhijiang's voice sank. In the old days thousands of years ago, if he is alive today, he must not be a human, could he be a demon?

"Heh..." The other party sneered, and said slowly in a tone of almost enjoyment: "Master Wen, why do you think I will tell you? To be honest, there are not many times when I can see your expression like this. You were so high-spirited back then. So what? I'm just a pathetic mortal now, let me decide, our game has just begun."

Who wants to play some damn game with you?Wen Zhijiang scolded from the bottom of his heart, his expression became colder: "I'm not interested in your game, return Jian Shaobai!"

"Still? No, no, no, not yet." The man smiled happily, as if there was a bit of vengeance in it, "Master Wen, I'm curious that these people you are protecting with all your might know your true identity." What kind of expression will you have when you play? I said, our game has just begun, and I want you to watch the people you guard leave you, betray you, and hate you one by one. Master Wen, enjoy the next game slowly .”

"You..." Before Wen Zhijiang could finish speaking, the concentration of spiritual consciousness was scattered.