Yan Yu and Qing Yu had been sitting on a tree on the hill behind Chongming Academy for a long time.
"It's not so law-abiding to wait and see, right?" She leaned her head on the tree trunk, narrowed her eyes slightly, and fell asleep in the next moment.
Qingyu held a thread in her hand, and the other end of the thread was wrapped in the forest and tied to a tree at regular intervals.
As long as Pei Lin's body appears, they can know the location of the body through the thread.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is very ugly.
The two of them waited for a long time but did not wait for Pei Lin's body.
"How about we let Debao try it?" Qingyu said quietly.
Although I feel a little sorry for Debao.
Yan Yan sat up straight and his eyes flashed, "Great!"
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"Master, what do you want to play? I haven't finished copying the book yet." Debao followed Yan Yan to the back mountain.
He remembered the scary look of Pei Lin when he met him here before, and suddenly his body trembled a little, but when he saw that Yan Yan was still there, he followed him with confidence.
"Do you still know the way here?" Yan Yan asked.
Debao looked around and said with some fear, "I don't remember. Master, you don't remember either, right? Then how do we go back...Master? Master!"
When he turned around, Yan Yan's figure was nowhere to be seen?
There were mountains and forests all around, and there wasn’t even a path. Tears instantly flowed from Debao’s eyes, “Master, don’t leave Debao behind—”
Yan Yan was holding Xiao Bai Zhu, and he and Qing Yu were standing on a tree not far away.
Seeing Debao looking for her, Yan Yan felt a little uncomfortable, and even joked, "We asked him for help, and you punished him to copy books. You are really unreasonable."
Qingyu smiled helplessly, "It's still the same copying as before. He writes slowly and hasn't finished copying it yet. It's not that I'm unreasonable."
Xiao Bai Zhu squeezed Yan Yan's palm, and Yan Yan looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"Will you abandon me like this?" Xiao Bai Zhu didn't look at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan rubbed his head, "I didn't abandon anyone, I just guarded him where Debao couldn't see him."
Xiao Bai Zhu’s voice: “Yeah.”
Speaking of Depot's bad luck, there is really no one who can save it.
Yan Yao and Qing Yu guarded Pei Lin's body for a long time but did not come. They rushed towards Debao before he could even take two steps.
A dark figure rushed towards Debao, but he did not respond.
Yan Yan let go of Xiao Bai Zhu's hand and jumped down from the tree with Qing Yu.
Qingyu pulled the thread wrapped around the tree back hard, then threw it towards the black figure and wrapped it around the black figure.
Yan Yao came to Debao, picked up Debao, took him away from the place, and landed him on the tree where the little white candle was.
"Master - wuwu." Debao wrapped his hands tightly around Yan Yan's neck.
He was afraid that if he let go, Yan Yan would leave him again.
Yan Yao squatted down and let Debao hold her. She protected Debao's body with one hand and followed his back with her other hand, looking towards Qingyu.
The thread wrapped around Pei Lin's corpse, and the corpse screamed as if it was in pain. The thin thread sank into the flesh, and a black and sticky substance flowed from the thin thread.
When Qingyu removed the witchcraft from the corpse, Yan Yan heard Pei Lin's soul screaming in the academy.
As long as the witchcraft is removed from the corpse, the remaining soul is at her disposal.
As long as the witchcraft is removed from the front...
The corpse's ability to recover was something they had never expected. The more the sapphire was lifted, the more witchcraft reappeared.
Sapphire's removal speed is not as fast as the corpse's recovery.
He also realized that the thin thread was still wrapped around the body. Qingyu jumped onto the tree and looked down with a frown, "It seems that we still need to find the person who cast the witchcraft."
He was not familiar with witchcraft at all, so he relied on his own mana to contact the witchcraft on the corpse. However, he was still unable to contact witchcraft and this would only waste his mana.
"Take the body back." Yan Yan said in a deep voice, "We have the ghost and the body in our hands. I don't believe that the person who cast the witchcraft is not in a hurry."
She went to great lengths to cast witchcraft on Pei Lin's body, and even used witchcraft to maintain Pei Lin's body. She did not believe that those who cast witchcraft would let Pei Lin's body fall into their hands.
Pei Lin's body was placed in Qingyu's wing. Debao often came to Qingyu's wing to endorse things. Now, even if Qingyu punished him for copying books, he would never come to Qingyu's wing again.
The corpse was motionless after being trapped by the sapphire, just like a real corpse.
Yan Yan walked around the corpse several times and figured out why the corpse was moving.
The corpse exorcist drives the corpse to raise the corpse. Over time, the corpse will have the aura of the corpse keeper, so that the corpse will be more obedient and humane. Then he pastes the talisman on the forehead to seal the remaining consciousness in the corpse, and then
Driven by beating gongs, drums or other sounds.
The corpse of Pei Lin in front of him was marked with curse marks on the back of the body where three lines of fire were located, and the yin fire was used to force the corpse to move.
In this way, the corpse is driven by evil ways, and the corpse cannot be controlled at all, and it is driven by yin fire...
"If this corpse is allowed to move again, Pei Lin's Yin Fire will be consumed." Yan Yan said, "When the Yin Fire is gone, his soul will be scattered."
Yin fire can condense the soul. Without the Yin fire, the soul will be scattered.
"Well, this is also a way to scare away ghosts."
Yan Yu told Xing Zibai about this and asked him to go to Pei Lin to persuade him, "He is so distraught that he will not even be reincarnated. This person will never exist again."
No one can collect all the scattered powder, and the same is true for the scattered souls.
When Xing Zibai came back again, Pei Lin's ghost was following him.
Judging from the way Xing Zibai lowered his head and said nothing, he knew that Pei Lin still hadn't named the person who performed the witchcraft.
"Master, I am willing to lose my soul right now, and you should stop looking for who cast the witchcraft." Pei Lin said. When he floated in, he glanced at the horrific corpse and gritted his teeth.
Yan Yan sat on the chair and tapped his fingers on the table.
She originally didn't care who cast the witchcraft, as long as he could draw away Pei Lin's soul. Now the more Pei Lin conceals it, the more curious she becomes about who cast the witchcraft.
"Can those who practice witchcraft not accept the fact that Pei Lin is dead?" Debao hid behind Yan Yan, he was afraid that the corpse would rush towards him again.
Seeing Xing Zibai's look, anyone could guess that Pei Lin didn't name the person who performed the witchcraft. Debao couldn't see Pei Lin's ghost, so he thought Pei Lin wasn't there, so he guessed it.
Even though Debao couldn't see it, Yan Yan saw Pei Lin subconsciously looking at Debao.
With that look, it was obvious that Debao was right.