As soon as I covered the sleeping lamp, the wind disappeared strangely again. The two pairs of red candles on the altar were burning vigorously. The flames licked the blood-red candles, which had been burned for half. The three sandalwood in the middle of the two pairs of candles were only burning a little, and a trace of white smoke drifted out. The black and white photos hanging on the wall reflected the flames below, adding a mysterious color out of thin air.

Zhou Xianyang's photo makes people look like a living person, and those dark eyes seem to be rotating.

The mourning hall was very deserted, and the white flowers inside made people's eyes sting. Only the hissing sound of flames could be heard in the entire mourning hall.

Li Mubai retracted his hand and looked at the shoes next to Changmian Lantern, his eyes were slightly red because he also had a pair of these shoes, which Li Mubai brought back from Yonghe City last year.

He took out Zhou Xianyang's spirit card from the backpack behind him, then placed it on the altar, and then took out the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Lamp, staring at the long-lasting sleeping lamp in front of the dark coffin.

It is said that the lamp of long sleep cannot be turned off because after a person dies, the lamp must be lit, otherwise their souls will not see the way home

After nightfall, the temperature became lower and lower. Although it was still summer, Li Mubai still felt cold in a long gown, a kind of cold that penetrated his heart.

At twelve o'clock, Li Mubai stood up and replaced the two burnt candles, and the wick of the Changsleng Light was obviously weaker. He then picked out the wick with the small tweezers next to him. The making of the Long Sleng Light was very simple. In fact, it was just a worn-out tea bowl with a little lamp oil in it and soaked a white wick. If it was about to be extinguished, use the tweezers to pick it out, and it would burn again. After using it, you can throw it away directly because it is unlucky to keep these things.

Just as Li Mubai gradually became a little sleepy and wanted to sleep, a light sound suddenly alarmed him.

When he looked up, he saw the spirit card on the altar falling down. He gasped, because it was not windy at this moment and there was no one here. How could this spirit card fall off the altar?

Li Mubai remembered it very clearly that the token was placed inside, and there was no suspicion of falling off for no reason.

He frowned and picked up the spirit card again. When his hand touched the spirit card, a coldness came out from the spirit card and shook violently in Li Mubai's hand. Li Mubai was so shocked that he wanted to throw it away, but the spirit card seemed to be stuck in his hand.

"Xianyang, you... did you think it out?"

Li Mubai tried his best to suppress his fear and asked in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit card in his hand stopped moving. Li Mubai put the spirit card on the altar with some complexity, and then stared at the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Light in his hand.

"Che"

The match's light shone brightly, and Li Mubai swallowed and lit the green lamp.

His fear had disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by a faint sense of excitement, which made him extremely confident.

The sleeping lamp went out, and a gust of cold wind blew over and it went out.

The white silk around the white tent outside the house began to flutter, and the 100-watt light bulb in the middle of the tent began to flash wildly, as if the voltage was unstable. After flashing wildly for a few times, it was completely extinguished. It was already pitch black outside the house, and there was coldness everywhere.

Li Mubai turned around, raised the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Light with his right hand, stared at the Spirit Card with a cold face, and spoke in a low voice:

"Lili Qiankun, souls are attracted!"

These eight words seemed to have magic power. As soon as the words fell, a strong wind blew around him. A green light suddenly shot out from the green lamp and penetrated into the spirit card. A red glow suddenly appeared on the surface of the spirit card. The glow suddenly dissipated, and a thick black mist suddenly surged out of the spirit card.

The body surface of the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Lamp flashed with a faint blue light, and the petals on the lamp plate were even slightly rotating.

A heart-wrenching pain came from Li Mubai's mind. He grabbed his head with one hand and gasped.

"Oh no, that thing is coming again."

Li Mubai bit his lip and exclaimed in his heart, but at this moment, a warm breath suddenly came from the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Light, which relieved the pain in his mind and slowly recovered.

He opened his eyes and clearly saw that the black smoke turned into a person, and this person was Zhou Xianyang, but his appearance was very different from his life, and a fierce and evil spirit appeared on his face.

"Mu Bai."

A very gloomy voice came over.

"Has the soul conjured successfully?"

Li Mubai held the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Lamp, took a few steps in a daze, and muttered to himself in amazement.

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