While Wang Qian's soul was leaving, Xiaomu breathed a sigh of relief and pushed Duanmu Jing's soul in with a gentle push.

A soul-fixing talisman with a faint golden light flew towards Duanmu Jing's chest at the same time.

The golden light appeared and disappeared, then gradually faded away.

The originally ferocious face gradually softened, and the fierce eyes became confused.

Seeing Duanmu Jing's soul and body completely integrated, Xiaomu's tense body gradually relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Success."

The whole process was completed in one go without any errors.

Mrs. Duanmu was the first to feel the change in her son. She rushed over and gently stroked her son's face: "This is my son. My son is back. He is back."

The originally sensible and calm woman's voice choked up several times and she burst into tears.

Hearing this, everyone from the Duanmu family gathered around him, but they didn't dare to touch him.

It's like treating fragile porcelain, afraid that it will be broken if you are not careful.

Duanmu Jing returned to her body, her mind was confused, and she looked stupidly at people.

His eyes swept around without any anxiety, and finally settled on the face of the tearful girl beside him. He grinned with a silly smile and murmured to himself: "I found you. I found you."

Xie Changru's eyes were red, she walked over and hugged him, buried her head on the man's chest, and started crying.

In the cries, there was joy of regaining what was lost, but also a lot of grievances.

In the end, it all turned into full of love.

Duanmu Jing hugged the girl back, instinctively patted her back and coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Seeing this, everyone made room for the two people in love.

Mrs. Duanmu looked at her silly son with tears in her eyes: "Why is my good son so stupid?"

"That's better than having someone occupy your body and not even have a body." The man on the side patted Duanmu Jing's shoulder and said with emotion: "As expected of my son, he can walk in front of the King of Hell's Palace and still be intact.

Come back, life is tough enough."

Mrs. Duanmu glared at her husband, turned to Xiaomu, and asked cautiously: "Is my son still okay?"

Xiaomu glanced at the Patriarch and nodded: "Take good care of it, it will be fine."

The Duanmu family members were relieved and thanked Xiaomu profusely. They praised him to the best of their ability.

Xiaomu's face turned red after being praised, and he quickly made an excuse to get rid of this evil spirit who stole people's bodies and get clean.

Wang Qian, who was taken care of by Xiaomu, left his body and lost his support. Naturally, he would not give up and was hitting Duanmu Jing in vain: "This is my body, give it back to me, give it back to me."

But he couldn't get any closer.

Xiaomu stood in front of Wang Qian and said coldly: "Don't waste your efforts. This body does not belong to you. Even if it sneaks in and occupies it for a period of time, it cannot belong to you. You are just a lonely ghost. Originally,

Go to the underworld to live a peaceful life and wait for reincarnation. There is still hope for the next life. However, if you are biased and take shortcuts, you will dig your own grave.

I give you two choices, do you want to go to the underworld by yourself, or do you want me to give you a ride?"

"It's all you who ruined my good deeds. I'll kill you." Wang Qian had already lost his mind due to fear and anger. Now faced with the culprit who shattered his dream, he could not bear it and pounced on him ferociously.

Come.

Xiaomu frowned and looked like a bereaved dog, howling at his soul. He clearly felt that the hostility was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a tendency to evolve into a ghost. He frowned in disgust: "There is no cure."

He neatly opened the purse containing the talisman paper and took him inside.
Chapter completed!