Strangeness comes to this seat, Shi Jian

Chapter 12 The Lost Soul, Borrowing the Yin to Return the Yang
Modern people living in big cities always complain about the light pollution that makes them unable to see the stars in the sky, but in fact, in the mountains and countryside, once dark clouds cover the stars and the moon at night, it is a kind of darkness that modern city people can't imagine , three meters away can not see things.

When walking in the wilderness, every time there was a dark wind blowing around, the mountains, rocks and treetops would make strange noises, not ghost screams, but better ghost screams.

At eight o'clock in the evening, outside Youshui Village, a young man in sportswear and carrying a travel bag cast a spell on himself, and cast a yang pressure talisman on himself. One day, if I kick this trouble to Yu Zhongying, I can do this once, twice, and after three or four times, my ability has not been tempered, and my favor has been used up. How will I live in the future?
Since he was a child, Shi Jian would rather steal and rob than beg in order to survive. His personality is faintly evident.

After using the Yang Pressure Talisman, Shi Jian took out a small bottle of light blue liquid from his travel bag, poured out a small amount, and applied it on his eyelids. A cold breath spread and gradually wrapped his eyes.

This is the item he exchanged directly after learning about the mission of Youshui Village.

He knew that he was going to a ghost village, and he hadn't cultivated his spiritual consciousness with his mana cultivation. If he didn't exchange some cow's tears, he was looking for death.

Niu Tear is just the name and the main ingredient is Niu Tear. In addition, it needs some other medicines and rituals to assist in the preparation, so Shi Jian can only exchange it, and cannot make it himself. It is the same to mix some cinnabar and auxiliary medicine.

At the same time, Ox's Tears can only make mortals go to hell, but if the opponent uses illusions or changes, Ox's Tears will not have the illusion-breaking effect. Shi Jian is not willing to exchange for the more advanced Sky Eye Talisman.

When I opened my eyes again, the originally empty wilderness suddenly gave people a feeling of "crowding", with light blue translucent figures walking everywhere.

Fortunately, this feeling subsided quickly, and most of those light blue translucent figures gradually disappeared. Shi Jian knew, because most of them were not souls, but leftover thoughts.

It's just that my eyes have just been strongly stimulated by Niu's tears, and they have become too sharp, and I can even faintly see many remaining thoughts.

After his eyes gradually adapted, Shi Jian began to search in this wilderness. Before coming here during the day, he had already asked several other children where they played before. Although it was several places, but Those children are only playing around the village. For an adult, as long as he can see the soul, he can always find it with a little carpet search.

Shi Jian thought so at first, but after an hour, the coolness in his eyes gradually dissipated. Shi Jian searched through the locations provided by the children, but he couldn't find the lost soul of Wang Chengzhu.

"Could it be that those children have misremembered, or has something unexpected happened in the past two days?" Before leaving the village, the village head had already asked:
"Xiao Daoist, the village is restless at night, especially after those outsiders ruined Feng Shui. You must come back before twelve o'clock."

It's nine o'clock at night, looking at the time on the phone.

Recalling what the old village chief had told him, he hesitated a little, but he remembered Wang Chengzhu's father, a burly man who was crying, and the haggard mother who was called Xiuniang.

After Shi Jian thought about it, he finally chose to further expand the scope of his search.

"I will definitely return to the village before twelve o'clock. There are still three hours left, but I will do my best to have a clear conscience."

Thinking of this, Shi Jian took the oil lamp and walked into the deeper darkness outside the village.

At ten o'clock at night, the search was still fruitless.

At eleven o'clock at night, the search was still fruitless.

At 11:30 in the evening, Shi Jian, who was walking alone in the wilderness with an oil lamp in his hand, finally sighed softly, feeling that there was no hope.

I have tried my best, and now I have to protect my life.

If you continue to walk outside, if you feel sorry for Wang's parents, who will feel sorry for you?
He added a yang pressure talisman to his body, Shi Jian didn't want to get into trouble, so he added a drop of tears to himself, anyway, this kind of basic props are very cheap in the micro store, so observing the habits of some ghosts will help him practice in the future will help.

The cold cow's tears stimulated the eyesight of the underworld again, just when Shi Jian opened his eyes again and was about to turn back to the village.

In the far northwest of himself, he saw a soul hiding in the bushes, hugging his knees and crying.

I didn't see it before, because the effectiveness of Ox's Tears was already declining at that time. At this time, I went far enough, and the effect of the line of sight of the underworld was continued. The two phases were superimposed, and I saw it.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo you

A little ghost curled up in a thorn bush, crying.

There are fights in the human world, and there are also ghosts, and they are even more direct and brutal. The soul of this little ghost has not yet reached the end of his life, so he can only stay in the world. His yang energy feeds itself.

So he instinctively hid here to avoid those injuries.

"Wang Chengzhu? Wang Chengzhu!"

"Your lifespan is not yet over, and you have not returned to your soul quickly."

The unlucky child was sitting in the bushes, and in Shi Jian's field of vision, there was a cloud of gray-white air suspended there, he was in a daze, and only raised his head when he heard the sound.

Seeing this, Shi Jian stopped talking nonsense.

Going forward, he took out a thin red thread, tied it in a virtual circle, and wrapped it around the little finger of the little devil's left hand.

The resentful soul line itself has a certain offensive power, not to mention that it is made of rooster blood, which is full of yang energy. When it touches the little devil's little finger, it pricks, as if scalding.

"Ahhhhh...it hurts, it hurts so much"

The kid was screaming and trying to break free.

However, Shi Jian shouted urgently:
"Wang Chengzhu! Wang Chengzhu! Do you still want to go home!"

Using the resentment thread to lead the soul and body, this method of attracting the soul is simple and rude, it is not the right way, if the child's little finger is pulled back, the child's little finger may also be useless.But compared with life, it is nothing.

It seemed that upon hearing Shi Jian's angry shout, or gradually getting used to it, the kid endured the burning pain and stopped struggling.

Seeing this, Shi Jian breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his phone, it was 35:[-], then he turned around and strode towards the village.

There is no time to delay any further.

Try to return to the village before twelve o'clock. There are ghosts like Mu Xuehen in the forest not far from the village. For me now, if I encounter them alone, it is very difficult to have a chance of survival.

Holding the oil lamp in his right hand and the red thread in his left hand, Shi Jian walked towards the village without looking back, while the night wind howled around.

In the darkness, beyond the firelight, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and there were indistinct voices around him, as if someone was whispering and talking, covering their mouths and laughing secretly from time to time.

Things in the dark are vague and indistinct, adding more ethereal fears.

At this moment, in the right direction of the oil lamp, it seemed that a black shadow flashed, and someone fell there.

"Xiao Daoist, you, have you found Cheng Zhu? Me, Cheng Zhu's father and the old village head, seeing that you haven't come back so late, we came out to look for you."

From over there, that Xiu Niang's soft calling.There is no difference from the people you see in the daytime.

However, Shi Jian's eyes flashed, but he ignored that "Xiu Niang" and continued to stride towards the village.

"Little Daoist, why are you ignoring me?"

The voice behind him was still soft and charming at first, but as it got farther and farther away, the voice gradually became erratic, distorted and hideous, and seemed to be full of resentment.

Repeat for 10 minutes.

"Brother Shi, you also come out to do the mission? It just so happens that we go back together, so we can have someone to take care of us on the way!"

This time, it was Yan Tong's voice that appeared next to his ears.

"Brother Shi, why are you ignoring me?"

Behind him came the sound of a girl running in small steps, a gust of dark wind came, and a dark white hand slowly protruded from the darkness behind him, as if about to grab Shi Jian's shoulder, but the approach was extremely slow, as if hesitant, but in the end After all, he made up his mind and pressed on Shi Jian's left shoulder.

There seemed to be a painful hum and stab in the void.

The dark white palm retreated at an even faster speed.

However, Shi Jian only felt a chill in his left shoulder, and he almost let go of the hand that was pulling the red thread.In the end, he gritted his teeth and held back.

"On the top of a person's head, there is a cloud of sun fire on each shoulder. Ordinary lonely souls and wild ghosts are afraid of people, but they are more afraid of them than living people. Don't turn back, don't turn back. If I turn back, the sun fire on both shoulders will dissipate. Those lonely ghosts can pounce on me."

After another 10 minutes, the outline of the village was already faintly visible.

Seeing this, Shi Jian felt relieved.

At this moment, he carried Wang Chengzhu's soul as if passing through a layer of ripples.

In front of his eyes, he could faintly see a ball of light flickering, and soon, a roadside stall appeared on the side of the small road at the entrance of the village.

An old woman with a kind face lit an oil lamp and boiled mutton here. White smoke curled up from the booth and the aroma burst out, making people's lips and teeth salivate.

This has already reached the entrance of the village. According to Shi Jian's personality, under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for him to stop at this roadside mutton stall.

But with the spread of ripples, the aroma of the mutton boiled in the cauldron seems to be captivating.

It was almost inexplicable for Shi Jian to sit on that booth.It seems that he has completely forgotten what kind of weird place this is, and he doesn't care whether the old lady who is setting up a stall in front of him is a real person. He just feels that his stomach is really hungry, so he wants to eat.

"Hehe, let's eat, have a steaming bowl of mutton soup, you're welcome."

The old lady was very kind, and her voice was gentle, as if she had a force that could make people blindly believe.

Shi Jian's eyes, at this moment, appeared pitch black, this is: ghostly eyes.

The big bowl of fragrant mutton soup was swallowed by Shi Jian with his head buried in big mouthfuls. As for the kid who was leading him, he was pointed at by the kind-hearted old woman and turned into a lamb, docile. Lie on the side, not daring to move.

"Pour, pour, pour!"

When Shi Jian finished the big bowl of mutton soup, the old woman didn't say that she had to pay the bill, but said this. After hearing the words, Shi Jian did fall down in response to the tactic, and fell unconscious on the ground with a plop.

"Hmph, relying on how many spells he knows, a foreigner dares to spoil the old woman's good deeds. Now it has fallen into my hands. I will definitely let you live or die."

Seeing that Shi Jian had passed out, the old lady who had a kind face gradually became fierce and ferocious.

With a wave of her hand, there was a sudden change in the roadside stalls.

Where is there any big iron pot, the stewed mutton is still the leftover fried chestnuts sold during the day, Shi Jian ate a mouthful of fried chestnuts, and fell asleep at this moment.

The old woman waved her hand again, and more than a dozen light blue spirit bodies of children came out from all around. They worked hard together to help Shi Jian up, and followed the old woman.

To people without magic power, it looks like the old woman is walking in front, and Shi Jian's body is floating behind.

The old woman's mana was quite strong, and she and Shi Jian's body behind her flashed and accelerated, and soon passed through half a village and came to the outside of the courtyard where she lived.

The old woman's yard was a decent one, but she didn't go in, but led Shi Jian to the side of the yard, in a forest.

There was an ancient tomb in this forest. The old woman came to the side of the tombstone, and after twisting the mechanism, the two came to a tomb of the living dead who was obviously inhabited.

"This person possesses Taoism. Although his mana is not high, he just used it to be my zombie for cultivating corpses. If he has the mana of a cultivator, and he is alive and dead, the zombie will definitely increase in power. Let me take the next step." Capture the fairy fate and increase your grasp."

This old woman seems to have lived alone for too long, so lonely that she developed the habit of talking to herself.

After saying these words, the old woman asked those little ghosts to tie up Shi Jian and throw it aside, then she thought for a while and prepared the materials in the tomb.

"The method of refining the corpse. Seal the acupoints, control the essence and blood, reverse the universe, so that the corpse will not rot, and then condense the Yin Qi, which will transform the corpse..."

The old woman prepared the materials needed for the corpse refining technique, and Shi Jian lay down on the ground behind her, motionless.

The old woman was going to use the living corpse refining method to increase the power of her resentment, but after going back and forth in the tomb for an hour.

She suddenly became weak, and could hardly stand. She stumbled back to the tomb, took out the ashes from the white jars on the altar table, rolled them into cigarettes, and took a few puffs in her mouth. Its pale complexion just improved a lot.

It turned out that her yang life had already been exhausted, and her soul should have returned to the underworld two years ago, but she has been using sorcery to return yin to yang to extend her yang life.

That's why she needs to recruit the souls of those children to prevent them from dying early, and use the ashes of these children who have not yet reached the end of their lives to prolong their own lives.

(End of this chapter)