A table made of peach wood was placed on a rusty bronze incense burner, with three green smoke-like incense sticks inserted into it. In front of the incense burner, a pair of red wax burned vigorously, and the size of beans continued to burn.
Jumping, one mysterious and strange pattern after another. And behind the desk table, the soul-guiding banner automatically blew without wind, "slap, making a sound."
It was clearly during the day, but in Lin Yang's bedroom, there was a gloomy and cold scene. The beams of sunlight cast from outside the window could not dispel the darkness and coldness in the room.
Lin Yang walked to the desk table and lit a soul-suming talisman with the flame of red wax.
Then, he grabbed the incense ash from the bronze incense burner and threw it on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, he took Lin Chen's body out of the Yushan Mountain and carefully placed it on the layer of incense ash.
"Use the corpse as the guide, attract the soul..." After reciting a spell, Lin Yang gently pointed his right hand that had been pinched into a magic trick at Lin Chen's eyebrows. He then stood up and returned to the desk table and grabbed it.
The Sanqing Bell placed on the table shaking with a special rhythm.
‘Dang, ‘Dang, the copper ringtone immediately rang in the room.
This slightly monotonous copper ringtone added a bit to the gloom in the room.
If you listen carefully, you will find that the copper ringtone sounds not in your ears, but deep in your heart and in your soul.
While shaking the Sanqing Bell, Lin Yang pinched the magic tricks and called out to Lin Chen's corpse: "Soul Xi is back, come back."
After 49 breaths, the curtains in the room suddenly moved.
The already gloomy bedroom has become even more obscure.
A hazy figure appeared in the room, floating above Lin Chen's body, looking at Lin Yang with a pair of dark, unrestrained eyes, looking at Lin Yang with indescribable expression.
This figure is Lin Chen's soul.
Lin Yang was not surprised by Lin Chen's deceased appearance at this moment. Because most people are like this kind of confused behavior after death. Only a small number of people can still retain their self-awareness after death becomes a ghost.
.These people either died unjustly, with great injustice and resentment in their hearts; they were kind-hearted and innocent in their hearts; or they were famous people who had achieved great achievements in certain industries and fields... It is obvious that Lin Chen
Not among these people.
Although Lin Chen's soul has no self-awareness, this does not mean that Lin Yang has no way to ask the information he wants from him.
As a soul cultivation sect, the Mingyuan lineage has many magical methods to deal with ghosts. Even if Lin Yang has a low cultivation level now, there are many magical methods for him to choose from.
At this moment, Lin Yang kept shaking the Sanqing Bell in his hand, and walked to Lin Chen's soul with his gossip steps. He raised his right hand, used his finger as a pen, and used his soul as an ink, quickly drawing it on Lin Chen's soul
A mysterious talisman came. Then he gently patted Lin Chen's deceased's forehead and shouted: "Wake up"
A glimmer of desolate eyes suddenly flashed through Lin Chen's dark and empty eyes.
"Tell me, where is the lost fetal light soul of Sun Xiaojun?" Lin Yang asked in a deep voice.
He was not worried that Lin Chen's soul would continue to fight against him after he recovered his consciousness. Because Lin Chen's consciousness was called back by him. Even though Lin Chen hated him and blamed him when he was alive, at this time,
Lin Chen's soul will only answer all the questions he asked obediently.
"Not in the world..." Lin Chen's dead soul floated around in a while, making people feel numb and creepy when they heard it.
"Isn't in the world?" Lin Yang was stunned.
He never expected that he would get such an answer from Lin Chen's dead soul. After frowned, he hurriedly asked again: "I am not in the world, where is that?"
But what he didn't expect was that no matter how he asked, Lin Chen's resignation was just like this: "I'm not in the world..."
"Why did this guy just say this one thing after tossing and turning? Could it be that he was stupid?" The eunuch who was lying on Lin Yang's bed, holding a ham sausage while watching the fun, couldn't help but complain.
"He is dead, how can he be stupid?" Lin Yang shook his head and said angrily: "There are only two possibilities in his situation: First, he only knows that Xiaojun's fetal light soul is not in the world, as for going
He didn't know where he got; the other possibility was that his soul was damaged and the related memories had been lost. Even if I used magic to awaken his consciousness and mind, I would not be able to repair his memory...
”
No matter which of these two possibilities is, it means that Lin Yang cannot ask the specific whereabouts of Sun Xiaojun's lost fetal light soul from Lin Chen's dead soul.
After thinking about it, Lin Yang changed his question: "In addition to the witch from Thailand, as well as the two monsters Jiu Niang and Guisou, who else have you ever made a deal to betray the Lin family?"
Lin Chen's soul reported a long list of names.
Among these names are children of wealthy families in the capital like Wang Zhen, and many foreign consortium leaders. It seems that in order to be able to take the throne of the head of the Lin family, Lin Chen did not hesitate to sell his family interests or even sell his family business at a low price.
This approach is similar to the words of Empress Dowager Cixi, "It is better to give it to a friendly country than to a slave."
Lin Yang took the pen and paper and recorded all the names reported by Lin Chen's soul, leaving them to take the time to settle with these people in the future.
After recording the names of these people, Lin Yang felt very disappointed. Because these people were all ordinary people. None of them had the identity of cultivators or monsters.
Lin Yang was still thinking that if he asked other cultivators or monsters from Lin Chen's soul, he could start from here, and maybe he could find out the whereabouts of Sun Xiaojun's lost fetal light soul.
But now it seems that his idea is about to fail.
"In addition to these ordinary people, there are other cultivators, witches, demons, ghosts, who are colluding with you to deal with?" Lin Yang, who was unwilling to accept it, asked again.
"..." This time, Lin Chen's soul said nothing and remained silent.
"It seems that I can't really ask anything..." After sighing, Lin Yang stopped shaking the three-clear bells, removed the magic, and let Lin Chen's soul leave here and go to where he should go: "Chen
Return to the dust, return to the earth, return to the darkness... In this life, the mistakes you have made and the evils you have done have become the past. If there is a next life, I hope you can be a down-to-earth person and live well.
Don't worry, I will find a way to hand over your body to your parents, so you can go with peace of mind..."
No matter how many wrong and bad things Lin Chen did when he was alive, he was always the Lin family and Lin Yang's relative. Now that he is dead, he has been punished, so Lin Yang will naturally not make things difficult for him anymore.
After Lin Chen's soul left, Lin Yang also put away the tool used for soul-summoning, stood in front of the window, looked at the scenery outside and fell into deep thought: "Xiaojun's fetal light soul is not in the world, then he will go.
Where is it? Is it above the nine heavens or under the underworld? I'm afraid the latter is more likely. Logically speaking, Xiaojun is still alive, and her fetal light soul should not fall into the underworld.
Someone took him down..."
Judging from the current situation, Sun Xiaojun's fetal light soul is very likely to be brought to the underworld by someone.
Who exactly brought her fetal light soul to the underworld? What would that person's purpose be?
Lin Yang's heart was not only full of questions, but also filled with worries.
He really wanted to go down to Huangquan now to find Sun Xiaojun's lost fetal light soul. However, with his current cultivation level in the early stage of the Yuanshu Realm, he could not open the Netherworld Gate to Huangquan, and it was even more impossible to withstand it.
The tide of the wind and ghosts under the underworld.
"Now, I can only practice hard. After I have strong enough strength, I will go to the Huangquan to find Xiaojun's fetal light soul. Xiaojun, wait, I will definitely find your lost fetal light soul.
Let you wake up from your sleep” Lin Yang, who was standing in front of the window, clenched his fists and sweared secretly in his heart.
In a blink of an eye, a few more days have passed.
Early this morning, Lin Yang had just returned from running and exercise, but was caught by Ma Xiaolin: "Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes. After breakfast, we are about to set off."
"Setting out? Where to go?" Lin Yang asked in wonder.
Ma Xiaolin gave him a blank look: "Why are you, a child, so you have no memory? Today is your Uncle Fang's birthday, and we are going to go to the Fang family to celebrate his birthday."
Lin Yang then remembered that today was Fang Jingyu's father Fang Yi's birthday. He had agreed with Fang Jingyu before that to propose to Fang Yi to terminate the engagement today. It was just because it happened recently.
There were so many surprises that he forgot about this matter.
"It seems that today I have to prepare a valuable birthday gift for Uncle Fang. Otherwise, I will really go to smuggle the table." While washing and changing clothes, Lin Yang kept thinking about what to give Fang Yi to him.
Only with such gifts can he not be too angry after hearing the news of his marriage contract
Two hours later, Lin Yang and Ma Xiaolin left home in the same car and headed to Fangzhai.
When we got into the car, Ma Xiaolin couldn't help but mutter: "Strange, I don't know what happened recently. We lost two cars in a row. Although we reported the case, the police
I have never been able to investigate and find clues, so this is too low-efficiency…”
Lin Yang, the culprit, lowered his head and said nothing.
More than forty minutes later, the car stopped outside the door of Fangzhai.
As soon as Lin Yang and Ma Xiaolin got off the car, Fang Yi and his wife came up with Fang Jingyu.
Although there are many guests coming to Fang House today, there are only a few people who can let Fang Yi and his wife go out to greet each other. Ma Xiaolin is obviously one of them.
"Uncle Fang, I'll be sorry later..." Looking at Fang Yi with a smile on his face, Lin Yang sighed quietly in his heart.