After nightfall, Fang Lin left the Chamber of Commerce and Industry and drove a Lamborghini Urus straight to the south of the city.
During the day he made a decision.
Since the tragedy of Bai Jing's son has an inextricable relationship with himself, he must be responsible for redeeming everything.
He said that Bai Jing's son was not dead yet, so he had to be revived.
Even if this kind of thing was brought up, anyone else would think that Fang Lin was asking for trouble.
But Fang Lin has his own principles and the bottom line he sticks to.
The promises you make out must be kept true to your word.
What's more, it shouldn't be difficult for him to summon the soul and return it to the Yang state.
The time flashed to half past ten.
Fang Lin drove to the southern suburbs of the city, and everything was quiet.
After getting off the car, he stood in the open space beside him, raised his feet and stepped on the ground three times, and shouted: "Song Youzhe!"
Not long after, not far ahead, a mirror made of black light appeared in mid-air.
Song Youzhe, wearing black clothes and a black hat, emerged from the black light.
After landing lightly on the ground, he walked quickly to Fang Lin, bowed and saluted, cupped his hands and said, "I have seen the Immortal."
The black light group behind him dissipated into nothingness in these two breaths.
Fang Lin waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite.
I'm looking for you this time because I need your help with something."
Song Youzhe looked happy. Being able to help Fang Lin was definitely a happy thing for him.
After all, being able to get closer to Fang Lin was something he could only wish for.
Immediately he said respectfully: "As little as I can, I should help you to the best of my ability.
Just ask the Immortal to give you instructions."
Fang Lin was not polite to him and asked directly: "Yesterday, the son of the Bai family near Wanyan Pagoda died in a beating.
Is his soul in your hands?"
Song Youzhe nodded and replied: "Not bad.
Last night, it was the villain who captured his soul.
When enough is collected, they will be sent to the underworld together."
As the only ghost in the entire Handong Province, Hei Wuchang, the souls of all the dead are under his control, and Bai Jing's son is no exception.
Fang Lin nodded and said, "That's good.
You give me his soul, and tonight I will send him back to the sun."
"ah?"
Upon hearing Fang Lin's words, Song Youzhe couldn't help but change his face, "Shangxian, do you want to send him back to Yang?"
Seeing that his expression was wrong, Fang Lin frowned and asked, "What?
has a problem?"
Song Youzhe took a deep breath and said solemnly: "It's not just a problem.
Immortal, please listen to me slowly.
The idea of sending souls back to the sun has been around since ancient times.
It's just..." Fang Lin couldn't help but listen attentively when he saw how serious he was.
After Song Youzhe's explanation, he understood what the problem was.
It turns out that more than three hundred years ago, the six paths of reincarnation were stagnant and the underworld was closed.
The matter of reincarnation becomes difficult for ghosts and gods to interfere with.
For three hundred years, Song Youzhe was idle and bored, and also tried to return his soul to the sun.
But even though he is a ghost, he has a certain power of reincarnation in the underworld, and every time he tries, he almost loses his soul.
Song Youzhe seemed to have recalled some horrific scene, with a lingering fear on his face, and said: "The Immortal doesn't know something.
Sending the soul back to the sun is originally within the reincarnation.
Since the underworld was closed and the six paths were stagnant, the power that can make the six paths move has merged into the space between heaven and earth.
We, the ghost messengers who hold the Underworld Talisman, cannot use this power, let alone you, the Immortal.
If you cast the spell forcibly, not only will it be counterattacked by the power of heaven and earth, but the Immortal will also have to waste his lifespan to make up for the missing power of reincarnation.
Only in this way can he be reborn! Immortal, please think twice."
After listening to Song Youzhe's heartfelt words, Fang Lin realized that he had thought of things too simply.
Sending souls back to the sun is completely different from exterminating ghosts.
This is quite different from returning Yang in the general sense, and it is more appropriate to describe it as changing one's destiny against the will of heaven.
Fang Lin was not an indecisive person. Since he had decided to resurrect Bai Jing's son, he had to do it.
After pondering for a while, Fang Lin said: "I have made up my mind on this matter.
You don’t need to persuade me anymore, just tell me what to do.”
Seeing Fang Lin's determined look, Song Youzhe knew that it was useless to say anything more, so he could only sigh and said: "Since the matter has come to this, I won't say more.
This will inform the Immortal one by one of the things you need to pay attention to when casting spells."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the surrounding black air filled the air and spread quickly.
He imagined the scenes he had experienced one by one and explained them in detail.
Fang Lin nodded from time to time as he listened, and occasionally asked a question or two.
Soon, the time came to half past ten.
In another half hour it will be Zi hour, which is the time of day when Yin energy is at its strongest.
Song Youzhe took out a ball of black mist from his arms and solemnly handed it to Fang Lin.
To him, one soul is nothing. Anyway, the underworld is gone, and no one knows about the missing one.
What he was worried about was what Fang Lin would do next, which was full of dangers.
"When the Immortal casts spells, you need to be more careful and don't be careless.
I sincerely wish you success on the fairy horse, and allow me to take my leave first."
Song Youzhe bowed and saluted.
Fang Lin nodded and said, "Go ahead.
After the matter is completed, I will find you again."
Watching Song Youzhe slowly disappear into the darkness, Fang Lin couldn't help but frown.
But now, even if he knows that there are many difficulties and dangers, he will not flinch at all.
After getting back in the car, Fang Lin drove to Bai's house.
As midnight approaches, the traffic on the road becomes sparse.
Soon, Fang Lin arrived near Wanyan Pagoda, parked his car, and walked straight to where the Bai family was.
In the Bai family courtyard, the lights were still on at this time.
The difference from the daytime is that the white things prepared for the dead have been put away.
The coffin in the main hall was also gone, replaced by a bed.
Lying on the bed was a pale-faced young man, motionless.
Only Bai Jing and the old man were left standing by in the room, while the others were driven off to rest.
The Bai family had doubts about what Fang Lin said during the day.
After Fang Lin left during the day, they asked a doctor to see him. The doctor's words undoubtedly aggravated their distrust of Fang Lin.
But no matter what, Fang Lin has become Bai Jing's only hope.
No matter how slim the hope was, she was still willing to give it a try.
"How long has it been and he hasn't come yet.
Sure enough, they are lying to us again!"
The old man couldn't hold it any longer and stood up suddenly. He couldn't help but curse Fang Lin angrily.
Bai Jing's face was dull, and she sat there with only her son in her eyes, motionless.
The time is approaching eleven o'clock.
At this moment, footsteps sounded outside, and the old man walked out immediately.
Looking at Fang Lin coming slowly, the old man opened his mouth, then glared at him fiercely and said: "You'd better not lie to us, otherwise I will fight you even if I risk my life!"
Fang Lin strode into the room and said, "What I, Fang Lin, have said always stands true."
This chapter has been completed!