Yang Zimei was sweating, "Uncle, what's your logic? Do you want to marry her as your wife?"
"Bah, bah, bah, that Heavenly Lord Wuliang, I am a Taoist priest, how can I get a wife?" Yu Zhenzi shouted.
"Then she sweeps the floor, why are you, uncle, so many decades younger?" Yang Zimei asked in confusion.
"It is said that looking at beautiful women can make people look younger. I just want to take a look at your uncle, and I have no other intentions."
Yu Zhenzi rolled her eyes and said, "A woman's heart really measures a man's belly."
"Uncle, if you say this, I will be sad." Yang Zimei curled his lips deliberately.
"Why are you sad?"
"What you mean is that I am not a beautiful woman and it is not pleasing to the eye." Yang Zimei looked aggrieved.
"In my eyes, you are just my nephew."
Yu Zhenzi curled her lips and said.
"Niuniu, listen to Master and take her in."
Yuqing's stubborn persuasion.
Yang Zimei looked at him.
Although she didn't understand why he insisted on letting her take in the living dead, since it was the master's wish, she would no longer disobey him.
But, how should she subdue such a living dead?
"Pull out those three soul-fixing needles, then quickly inject a drop of your blood and seal it with your soul-fixing spell. That's it."
Yuqing saw her doubts and spoke out.
"It's that simple?"
"It seems simple, but only you can do it. Unless the person who casts the spell has stronger magic power than you, you will be backlashed and become another living dead."
Yuqing looked at her with his loving glass eyes and said, "Don't worry, your magic power should not be comparable to that of Onmyojis who have only learned some miscellaneous techniques from us."
"OK!"
Since the master said so, Yang Zimei had no choice but to nod in agreement.
She bit her index finger, pulled out the three soul-fixing needles with her right hand, and used her left finger dripping with magic to imprint on the woman's seal...
At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Zimei's movements, and no one noticed that a strange and unpredictable smile suddenly appeared on Taoist Priest Yuqing's loving face, and his glass-like pupils also instantly
It turned black, as if there was another person hidden in him.
However, this trace of strangeness only passed by for a moment, and the original face and eyes quickly returned to their original appearance.
After finishing the soul-soothing spell, Yang Zimei took a step back, until he felt as if his whole body was exhausted, and the energy in his body continued to leak out and flow to the woman's body.
How is this going?
She was a little scared and wanted to stop it.
However, no matter what, I can't control it.
The woman seemed to be practicing the art of absorbing stars, sucking in her essence continuously.
The woman's face, which had been somewhat dry before, gradually became plumper, even glowing with a life-like ruddy color, and the deathly aura that shrouded it gradually began to dissipate.
Her eyelashes moved slightly, and her eyeballs could be seen moving under her thin eyelids.
And the fingers that were originally placed on the abdomen also began to move slightly...
Everyone watched nervously and held their breath.
Yang Zimei, on the other hand, was nervous about why she couldn't take back her essence.
Could it be that, in order for her to become his own, he must fuse her with his essence?
Yang Zimei looked back at Yuqing with a look of help...
The moment she looked back, she suddenly felt that Master's smile was a little strange.
She blinked her eyes, only to find that her master was still her master, and her smile was normal.