Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 81 The terrifying youth (please subscribe)

Fourteen fierce ghosts is not a small number.

There are so many evil ghosts, and Yu Zhile doesn’t dare to confront them head-on.

At this moment, he had an idea, whether to let He Yin'er summon the soul of an old antique to bring out all these ghosts.

Once an idea comes up, it can't be suppressed.

These ghosts are very useful.

"How many spiritual tools did you take with you when you went out?"

"Three spiritual tablets, an incense stick, an umbrella, a pair of shoes... almost a dozen items in total."

"What's wrong, are you planning to take action?" He Yin'er turned her head and looked at Yu Zhile, her green ghost eyes flickering slightly.

"More than a dozen..." Yu Zhile was silent. How afraid was this woman of death when she went out?

"Calling ghosts, it's best to recruit people who can deal with these ghosts."

Since there are many spiritual artifacts, things are simple.

He can't beat him, but someone can beat him.

When you bring a spiritualist with you, you can't be too cowardly.

"Okay." He Yin'er did not refuse, took out a small bag, searched inside, and quickly took out a black spiritual tablet.

"3 minutes." He Yin'er took the spirit tablet and started calling the spirits directly, and a coldness suddenly emerged.

Blood suddenly began to ooze from the ordinary black spiritual tablet.

The blood was rich and bloody, with a strong rancid smell, just like blood that had been left out for a long time and had deteriorated and rotted.

He Yin'er didn't seem to expect that the spiritual tablet would undergo such a change, and he quickly placed the spiritual tablet on the ground, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

Although unexpected changes occurred, she did not stop summoning spirits.

Yu Zhile squinted at this scene and became wary.

It seems that He Yin'er is not an easy person to summon souls.

Blood kept coming out of the spiritual throne as if it was free of money.

The rotten stench spread quickly towards the surroundings.

The blood gathered into a small pool. As the soul-calling continued, a dry palm suddenly stretched out from the blood pool.

As this palm stretched out, Yu Zhile's expression suddenly became serious.

The terrifying supernatural being was bred in the water pool, and the unknown was transmitted from the arm.

He Yin'er's face turned pale, and she looked up at Yu Zhile, "No, I can only summon souls, so why can I summon entities?"

He Yin'er was a little panicked.

Yu Zhile narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the arm carefully. He soon discovered that this arm had a somewhat illusory feel.

"It is indeed a soul body."

"How old was the Republic of China?" Suddenly a young man's head popped up from the pool. He frowned and looked at Yu Zhile and He Yin'er.

Then, the young man crawled out of the blood pool, and the putrid blood pool quickly invaded the young man's body.

The young man was wearing a blue tunic suit, with his hair cut short.

"The Republic of China is over." Yu Zhile's eyes flashed, this young man is so strong.

"Tsk, tsk...it took you so long to recruit me. How many generations have you been a soul summoner?"

The young man didn't seem too surprised to hear that the Republic of China was over. He just looked at He Yin'er and frowned, "I said something doesn't feel right. It turns out that there is a lot of ghost missing in you."

"You're such a bad soul-caller."

He Yin'er's face was solemn. The young man in front of her seemed to be able to break away from her control at any time, kill her, or even turn against her.

Seeing that He Yin'er didn't say anything and the young man didn't care, but was a little bored, he looked Yu Zhile up and down, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Interesting, interesting. You guys are so brave."

The young man nodded around Yu Zhile and commented.

"If I were still alive, I would definitely place a bet on you." The young man nodded, seeming to recognize Yu Zhile.

"Can we deal with those ghosts?" Yu Zhile lowered his head slightly and tried to be as calm as possible.

Hearing this, the young man glanced at He Yin'er and saw He Yin'er nodded.

The young man smiled and said, "It's simple, just a slap in the face."

As he said that, Yu Zhile suddenly felt that his ghost was forcibly torn apart.

A strong smell of blood emerged, and a dozen or so ghosts beside the bus suddenly turned their heads, staring directly at the three exposed people.

But the moment they turned around.Bang~!

The fierce ghost who stopped the bus was shot into a pile, its bones shattered, and black corpse water slowly flowed out.

But the dozen or so fierce ghosts wearing mourning clothes were not photographed together.

The strange white mist suddenly rose and quickly enveloped more than a dozen ghosts.

White mist emerged and quickly spread towards the surroundings, approaching the position of the three of them.

"what?"

The young man was slightly surprised. He looked at his palm, felt it for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "It turns out that my blood was not drawn out."

"Little girl, you are still too young, you actually want me to slap you twice."

The young man shook his head, waved his hand, and the strange white mist exploded, and then disappeared.

As the white mist disappeared, the dozen ghosts before had disappeared, leaving only a person who was photographed into a piece of paper.

The figure was wearing mourning clothes, and his face was covered by a large piece of white paper money.

"So strong!" Yu Zhile's pupils shrank to the smallest size, and he slapped Shen Jie's fourteen fierce ghosts with two palms.

"Don't be so shocked. If it weren't for this little girl's incompetence in summoning ghosts, all these ghosts would have fallen down with just a look from me."

"It's just a few split ghosts. I think back then, I could fight three complete ghosts with one hand without losing."

The young man had his hands behind his back, his eyes full of memories.

"I think back then..."

The young man seemed to be a talkative person. As soon as Yu Zhile heard about it, he knew what would happen next.

Yu Zhile had a strange look in his eyes and winked at He Yin'er.

He Yin'er's mouth twitched and he looked back.

"Are you serious?" Yu Zhile understood the meaning of his eyes.

Yu Zhile blinked, "OK."

He Yin'er's eyelids twitched a little, but as she listened to the young man gushing about his heroic deeds back then, she bit the bullet and ended the summoning.

"Oh? You don't seem to like my story?"

The young man's eyes were dark, glancing back and forth between Yu Zhile and He Yin'er.

Yu Zhile and He Yin'er's scalps suddenly felt numb. He Yin'er looked at Yu Zhile with a resentful look, as if to say, look, I knew it wouldn't work.

Yu Zhile swallowed, "We don't have much time. When I have time, I will ask her to recruit you to tell stories."

"Oh?" The young man raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe it.

Yu Zhile and He Yin'er looked a little stiff.

"It's just a scare, why are you so careless?"

The young man shook his head, his body suddenly spread out and turned into a pool of blood, and a black spiritual tablet fell.

The scattered blood was absorbed by the black spiritual position.

Seeing this scene, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't do this next time, you'll easily be beaten to death." He Yin'er picked up the spirit tablet and said quietly.

Yu Zhile looked at the name on the memorial tablet and felt that it made sense for this young man to be strong.

"Zhang Daoling."

This name is really big, and I am really brave to give it.

He Yin'er carefully put away the coffin.

"There is no next time. Unless there is a life or death crisis, don't call him out."

Yu Zhile stretched out his hand to tear open the skin on his chest, and two silk threads shot out fiercely, wrapping around the two ghosts respectively.

Looking at the two silk threads, Yu Zhile was surprised to find that the silk thread shot towards the ghost in mourning clothes had two small words "Robbery" on it.

"This ghost actually corresponds to a word on Facebook."

Yu Zhile looked a little excited. Such ghosts are extremely terrifying existences.

For example, "Little Starving Ghost" corresponds to a word. I know clearly what a "Hungry Death Ghost" is.

When the two ghosts were quickly drawn into Facebook, the young man was really strong. The young men disappeared, and now the two ghosts are still in a state of silence.

The moment the fierce ghost in mourning clothes entered the face, Yu Zhile's pupils shrank sharply.

"Are you kidding? One ghost has thirteen ways to kill!"

(End of this chapter)