The maid Jinping glanced at the direction where Feicui and Xiao Shunzi left, and walked towards the yard next to Yunque's residence.
A table covered with yellow cloth was placed in the open space in the center of the courtyard, with various magical instruments placed on the table.
A dead soldier in black caught a live rooster in his hand, pinched the rooster's wings and head with his hand, took out a dagger with his other hand and made a cut on the chicken's neck, and the chicken's blood flowed into the prepared bowl.
Jun Youqi took an appropriate amount of chicken blood and mixed it with cinnabar. He used a pen and cinnabar blood ink to write Murong Che's birth date on a blank piece of paper.
At the corner of the courtyard wall, Murong Che's ghost stood there.
There are countless dead soldiers watching around.
He is a ghost. If he doesn't show up, no one can see him.
Jun Youqi had yin and yang eyes, so he could still see him even if he didn't show up, so he had to hide behind the wall.
Qingyue's eyes looked at Jun Youqi's figure in the distance.
Looking at him, he is dressed in purple, with a jade crown on his head, and looks majestic.
So familiar!
A dandy and unrestrained smile suddenly appeared in Murong Che's mind. The man smiled and said, "Che, we will always be best friends."
The person in my mind is also dressed in purple robes, with a gentle and sunny smile, as bright as vitality.
The people in the memory overlap with the people in that courtyard.
Intermittently, he remembered some things with Jun Youqi.
He also remembered his own identity.
The memory is incomplete and fragmentary.
It is undeniable that Jun Youqi is his best friend.
I was supposed to meet my friends, but...
For some reason, even without seeing Jun Youqi's face, he felt inexplicably afraid.
It was a kind of fear emanating from the soul...and...an unknown anger.
His fists were clenched unconsciously.
Murong Che's ghost is getting colder and colder.
As if he noticed something, Jun Youqi suddenly looked towards the corner of the wall. In the next moment, he had already ducked to the wall.
I looked around and saw that the night was dark and the wind was blowing coldly, but there was nothing.
"Master, what's wrong?" Jinping followed.
"This prince has noticed Li Gui's resentment." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, "He walks really fast."
"You mean..."
"The ghost of my friend Murong Che was just now..." He reached out and touched the wall of the courtyard next to him, "He was standing here just now."
"Then you..."
"If he doesn't want to see this prince, he won't be able to find him. We have to force him to come out." Jun Youqi returned to the table in the courtyard, took Murong Che's birth date, stained it with blood, and stuck it on the table.
On the prepared soul-calling bell, I recited a few incantations, held the bell and started ringing it.
The clear ringing sound floated far away.
Murong Che's ghost, who had drifted far away, suddenly began to feel drowsy, and his soul drifted back uncontrollably in the direction of the ringing bell.
"The soul-calling bell!" He felt something bad in his heart. He shook his head, regained consciousness, and drifted far away again. He could no longer hear the ringing of the bell, and the feeling of drowsiness dissipated.
In the courtyard, Jun Youqi saw that there was no response after shaking for a while, "It seems that Murong Che's ghost is not around here." He noticed the watching gaze at the door of the courtyard.
Looking over, I saw Feng Jingyun standing there.
He handed the soul-calling bell to the dead man on the side, "Go, go around the whole yard, and if you find a ghost, use a talisman to seal it in the bell." He handed over another talisman.
"Yes." The dead man in black followed the words and left.
Youqi walked towards Feng Jingyun, "Yun'er, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
