After the ghost king was sealed

Zhang Jinghuan took the jade sacrifice back to the office.

"It's soul refining."

There was no outsider in the office, the ghost king came out from Yuji's collar, stood on Yuji's shoulder, and spoke suddenly.

The voice was deep and icy.

Through the contract, Yuji felt the ups and downs in the ghost king's heart, with faint anger.

Zhang Jinghuan pulled away the stool and was about to sit down, when he saw the pendant ghost king walking in the air in front of him, Zhang Jinghuan's legs trembled, and he almost sat on the ground.

Zhang Jinghuan held onto the edge of the table, swallowed, tremblingly clutching the already crumbling Sanguan, and asked Yu Ji: "You...where is your black cat? This is...?"

still talk...

Miao Yang leaned against the wall, glanced at Zhang Jinghuan with big round eyes, and lazily said, "Here, meow~"

Zhang Jinghuan shook his hand, the pencil case on the table fell to the table with a bang, and the signature pens inside spilled all over the table with a bang.

Zhang Jinghuan's three views were completely shattered.

Miao Yang chuckled: "Officer Zhang, you are so funny."

Yuji pointed at the ghost king and introduced it seriously: "This is the ghost king of the underworld, my contract partner, commonly known as Lao Gong."

"Kang Dang"

Zhang Jinghuan finally threw the chair down.

Seeing Zhang Jinghuan's suspicious life with red eyes, Miao Yang turned to look at the ghost king, and changed the subject: "You said, soul refining?"

The ghost king said calmly: "More than 3000 years ago, when I was still alive, an evil Taoist invented a magic technique of taking life from people's souls and transporting energy to others to prolong their lives."

Zhang Jinghuan: "..."

Three... More than 3000 years ago, when they were not dead?

Ghost King: "Those people whose souls have been refined have such bizarre symptoms. First, the skin is chapped, then the skin is torn, and finally the bones are broken. After seven days, they swallow their last breath, and then the luck and yang are separated. Transition to another person, change another person's fate."

The meow in Miao Yang's arms exploded again.

Miao Yang rubbed his arm, only to realize that he was in human form, hairless.

Yu Ji's heart skipped a beat: "How do you know?"

King of Ghosts: "3000 years ago, in the metaphysics world, geniuses and geeks emerged endlessly, and demons and ghosts are not legends in the world. I have fought in the north and south for ten years, and I know some anecdotes and secrets, which is not uncommon."

Yu Ji lowered his eyes and said nothing.

In his heart, there was a faint guess.

The suffocating heartache came through the contract, and the ghost king secretly sighed, his little friend is too sensitive and smart.

Yes, he has indeed experienced the soul refining technique himself.

They returned from the battle that day, and he and the nine generals were having a good time in his camp. While drinking, his skin suddenly cracked, and his symptoms were the same as those in Xuandi.

It's just that his soul refining technique suddenly lost control halfway, or the person who performed the soul refining technique ran away suddenly, which caused him not to be seized by the soul, but almost lost his soul.

It was the sandalwood beads given by the sorcerer that gathered his soul at the last moment, avoiding the tragedy of his soul flying away, allowing him to accidentally cultivate into a fierce ghost, and was even bestowed with a ghost body by heaven.

Later, he entered Jiuyou, and in the countless books that Daowu collected for him, he knew that there was a sorcery in the metaphysics world, called Soul Refining.

You can take away the soul power of the living to make up for the life of the undead, and you can also take away the luck of others to change your own destiny.

Change your life against the sky!

Seeing that Yuji's eyes were deep and silent, the ghost king reached out and rubbed Yuji's face, then leaned over and kissed Yuji's earlobe lightly.

It's a soft touch.

Yu Ji's heart trembled, and his back went numb.

Miao Yang covered Naimiao's glazed eyes.

The ears in front of him were dyed a beautiful pink, and the pain from the contract was no longer sad. The ghost king sat cross-legged on Yuji's shoulders in satisfaction, touching his chin.

It has been 3000 years since he entered Jiuyoudu. Did the soul refiners appearing now accidentally obtain the soul refinement technique, or are they the inheritors of the soul refinement technique?

Zhang Jinghuan, whose three views were finally broken, came back to his senses, calmed down, and asked: "Can you find out who made it? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Ghost King: "The soul refining technique is vicious, and the conditions for performing it are very strict. When performing the soul refining technique, the person whose life is changed and the performer must be within a few miles."

Zhang Jinghuan clenched his fists: "How did we find him?"

The Ghost King asked, "How many people have been killed now?"

Zhang Jinghuan's heart sank: "Eight people have already been killed, and there is another Director Han who is being tortured. There are less than...five hours left before Seven Days."

Ghost King: "Let's go to the hospital."

With the lights of the police car turned on, Zhang Jinghuan drove Yu Ji straight to the hospital, ran through the red lights all the way, and arrived at the stairs of the advanced ward of Xuanshi City Hospital 10 minutes later.

On both sides of the stairs, stood two young men in police uniforms.

"Team Zhang!"

Zhang Jinghuan nodded: "How is the situation?"

The young man on the left near the stairs saluted Zhang Jinghuan and shook his head: "It's the same as before... the anesthetic doesn't work, the masters of the heavenly masters are helpless, Director Han has passed out from the pain."

Knowing the general situation, Zhang Jinghuan took Yuji to the ward, and Yuji followed behind Zhang Jinghuan.

Stepping up the steps, Yu Ji glanced at the young policeman as he passed by.

Because of the particularity of the case, there was only one patient on the entire floor, the head of the Han department. Zhang Jinghuan arrived at the ward as soon as he turned the corner with Yuji.

Director Han's status is not low, there are guards standing at the door of the ward, and seven or eight people standing by the windows of the corridor, all of them are people from the metaphysical world.

The ward is very large, with a layout of one bedroom and one living room.

As soon as you enter the door, you will find a spacious living room with an off-white corner sofa on the left, a TV wall and toilet on the right, and the ward inside.

When Zhang Jinghuan entered the ward, Yuji saw three people standing beside the bed, two of them were talking in low voices with their heads down.

One of them is a petite and cute girl.

The girl was wearing delicate makeup, a light green dress and white short boots, and an emerald green jade bracelet on her wrist.

Life green, standard in medicine cabinet.

The girl was talking to a young man in gray and white sportswear, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and handsome, with a gray cloth bag on his back, typical Taoist attire.

On the far side, stood a young monk in cassock.

The monk closed his eyes, twirling the prayer beads in his hand, opening and closing his lips silently, chanting sutras and praying.

Zhang Jinghuan introduced to Yuji in a low voice: "The girl in the green dress is a disciple of the medicine pavilion in your metaphysics world—Shui Yao, who has been guarding the ward these days, taking various medicines, although they didn't work."

Zhang Jinghuan's voice was very low, but none of the people present were ordinary people, so they heard it clearly.

Shui Yao frowned: "..."

Zhang Jinghuan continued to introduce: "The person in the gray clothes is a Taoist disciple——Gu Yu, who has been walking around the accident site for the past few days, saying that someone is setting up a formation, but it will not break."

Gu Yu's back froze: "..."

Zhang Jinghuan opened his mouth: "That..."

Miao Yang interrupted Zhang Jinghuan with a smile: "Master Linghui, a Buddhist disciple, we know each other."

The Medicine Pavilion has a close relationship with the Xuan Sect, so it is good to offend them, but Buddhism has always ignored the dust, so we cannot let Zhang Jinghuan offend others...

Zhang Jinghuan paused.

Linghui chanted Amitabha, looked at Yuji, Shuiyao and Gu Yu stopped talking, and looked at Yuji.

The ward was quiet.

Yuji took a step forward and looked at Director Han on the hospital bed.

Director Han's exposed flesh was cracked and his mouth was turned outwards. The blood in the flesh was gone, and the blood was almost drained.

Through the crack, Yu Ji could see Director Han's bones had been shattered into powder, but they were still white.

Shui Yao twirled the bracelet on his hand twice, and said, "The medicine in our Medicine Pavilion really doesn't have any effect on such symptoms. What's the best opinion of the Queen of Ghosts?"

Shuiyao was hostile, but Yu Ji didn't even look at Shuiyao, and said flatly: "Whether you are good at learning art or not, and whether you can heal people are all up to you, I have no opinion."

Shui Yao was taken aback for a moment, then angrily said, "Jade Sacrifice!"

"Are you looking down on our Medicine Pavilion!?"