After sending Han Shanshan to the police station, we returned directly to Longyuan Community.
Yu Xiaoxue got the White Rabbit toffee, and knowing that I had something to do, she held it with satisfaction and went to watch TV. Zhao Qian couldn't take a shower during the mourning process for several days, and she often broke out in cold sweats, so she hurriedly took it I got a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.
I took out the mountain ghost's soul urn from the car, turned on the electric stove in the yard, took out three formed soul urns, and returned to the study.
The color of the three soul urns is a bit dark red. After Yu Xiaoxue's shaping, the overall shape is as exquisite as a teapot. The carvings carved by Zhao Qian have also been baked and become very delicate. There is a fascinating charm inside, slender. And extraordinary.
I took out the soul urn that Xijun had used before and compared it for a while. Comparing it now, the exquisiteness of these three soul urns is not comparable to before. I guess grandma didn't think about how powerful it was to be used for raising animals at that time. What a devil.
But when I took out my grandma’s box and looked at the soul urn inside, I began to worry about gains and losses. What a pity, such a powerful soul urn, such a powerful ghost! It was completely made by a famous artist!
I don’t know if I will ever be as strong as my grandma.
"Come out and choose the residence you like." I pointed at the three soul urns. Although the shapes of these three soul urns are similar, in order to distinguish them, I still made a different and unique distinction in case they are in trouble. You cannot make effective choices at critical times.
Xijun and Shangui both emerged from the soul urn at the same time. Xijun was the earliest hero who followed me and saved my life several times. When he saw Shangui, a newcomer, he immediately glanced at Bi, with his black eyes glaring at Bi. She is half as tall as Shangui.
The mountain ghost feels that he is much more powerful than Xijun. Among ghosts, level is the last word. Of course, he cannot be underestimated by a little female ghost, showing that he has no pressure.
She was quite pretty. She was wearing a light-colored Ming Dynasty Confucian dress, which was well-proportioned. She should have been a lady during her lifetime. Her complexion was as pale as Xijun's, but her pupils were black with a hint of red.
Looking at this situation, she is indeed stronger than Xijun.
Xijun chose the one with the plum blossom glyph on the lid. Shangui was not in a hurry and picked out the remaining green bamboo and peach blossoms. He calmly chose the peach blossom-shaped soul urn, then knelt down and sat aside, waiting for my order. .
"You are new here. Let me introduce you by name." I am still a little stressed about this lady from the Ming Dynasty, but as her current owner, I can't be too polite to her.
The lady looked at the cup of tea that had been prepared next to me, and elegantly picked up her finger and tapped the tea inside, and wrote the three words "Song Wanyi" on the floor. The handwriting was elegant and more graceful than many people's calligraphy today.
"Wanyi, that's a good name." I nodded. When Xijun saw me praising Wanyi, he immediately became unhappy. He ran over and put his arms around my neck, rubbing his cheek against mine intimately.
I smiled helplessly. Children can only express doting and closeness in this way, so I said to Wanyi: "You and I haven't made a contract yet, so let's finalize it first. I will try my best to satisfy you in the future." Request, but on the other hand, if I am in danger, you must do whatever it takes to help me eliminate difficulties."
Song Wanyi nodded. She had a kind of calmness in her movements, which was really not something that could be taught by an ordinary small family. However, she had never seen her commanding ghost beasts in the back mountain. If she had seen her, it would not be so. Something happened.
Of course, there is no doubt that Wanyi was born into a wealthy family, and some manners are difficult to fake.
Generally, the spells used to exorcise ghosts are nothing more than driving unintelligent ghosts, such as extracting some children who are easy to control, or selecting some with strong anger. These are easier to drive, and no matter how powerful they are, they will still be born.
If they have lost their spiritual intelligence, they will first use spells to erase their spiritual intelligence, and then use secret methods to drive them.
As for grandma's method of raising ghosts, in addition to making some contracts with the ghosts she raises, it is also necessary to retain their spiritual nature. As for the powerful ghosts with spiritual intelligence, it will be difficult to drive them, and a certain relationship needs to be established with them.
There is no emotional basis, but once they can truly connect with them, they will give back to the ghost raiser with stronger strength, and even learn some skills they are good at.
Shangui agreed to follow me because he was frightened by his wife's elder sister's domineering attitude. According to the ancient saying, it means selling oneself rather than one's art. If I really wanted to use force, Song Wanyi would not do it.
So I have to communicate well with Song Wanyi first and say some soft words so that we can communicate smoothly with each other later. Otherwise, she will give up her burden at the critical moment and it will not be fun.
Regardless of how dignified and upright this Ming Dynasty lady is now, she might be very contemptuous of me in her heart, so I dare not say anything more. Forced communication will only make her bored.
"Wanyi, this is your soul urn. I plan to take out a piece of your finger bone and put it into the current soul urn. I will bury the rest under the peach blossom tree in the yard. What do you think?" I tried my best.
Said calmly.
Wanyi nodded, looked out the window at the peach tree I was talking about, and showed a faint smile. I think she was very willing.
She must have liked peach blossoms very much when she was alive. It was the moment of choosing the soul jar that made me decide where she would live in the future.
Opening her soul urn, I selected a small piece of bone that looked like a finger bone from a pile of broken bones and put it into the soul urn.
"Xijun, please go into the soul urn first. I'm going to the dojo on the second floor now." After Zhao Qian's special transformation, half of the second floor became her dojo.
Although I have never been there, I have heard Zhao Qian talk about it and received permission to use it.
Xijun was a little unhappy. Why was there a first-come, first-served basis? Why could she move into the new house first?
"What's wrong?" I saw that Xijun was unwilling to enter his original soul urn, and he pointed at Song Wanyi's body and muttered something.
Song Wanyi understood. After listening, she covered her mouth and laughed, and then wrote some traditional Chinese characters on the ground.
Xijun stopped in front of me, pulled the collar of her red dress, pointed to Song Wanyi's clothes, and pouted.
After reading Song Wanyi's words, it turned out that Xijun envied Song Wanyi for having everything good and having a new house to live in. Now, in addition to the new house, she also wants a set of clothes like this, and they also need to be prettier than the other person's.
I'm a little embarrassed. The style of Xijun's clothes is a bit crude. When I pulled off the collar just now, the inside was clearly visible. It's very thin. But I've never done anything like changing clothes for a ghost. How can I fix it?
After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that when sweeping tombs during the Qingming Festival, family members usually burn some clothes to give to their ancestors. It seems that this is the only way.
I agreed: "Okay, I have made a contract with your sister Wanyi, and I will let Zhao Qian burn a beautiful set of clothes for you. What do you think?"
Xijun then showed a satisfied expression, hugged my neck, kissed my cheek, and then returned to the old soul urn.
Song Wanyi did not enter the soul urn this time. When I opened the door, she followed me out casually. I can't let her hide casually. I'm not familiar with her now, and I can't just order her to do something she doesn't like.
Yu Xiaoxue was watching TV. When she heard me opening the door, she turned around and looked over. She had eaten a domineering rune like a psychic charm. Although the function of exorcising ghosts was gone, the effect of seeing ghosts remained strangely.
I saw Song Wanyi at a glance.
Yu Xiaoxue was a little scared, but when she saw that Song Wanyi didn't seem so fierce, she anxiously told me: "Brother Tian! Didn't you see it? There seems to be a female ghost following you?"
I was a little speechless. Yu Xiaoxue was a little slow, so I felt it was time to tell her something, so I got straight to the point and said to her: "How much do you know about grandma?"
"Just what Uncle Hai said..." Yu Xiaoxue was a little curious about how it got involved with grandma.
"Well, that's good. I am the same as grandma now. Do you know now?" I simply said to her.
"Oh." Yu Xiaoxue stopped talking, but still looked at Song Wanyi up and down.
Song Wanyi completely ignored Yu Xiaoxue and followed me, looking cold and scary.
"Okay, while your Tongyin Talisman is still in effect, if you see some unclean things, just treat it as if you didn't see it. Do you understand? I won't let them hurt you." I still confessed to her.
, the Tongyin Talisman will still be effective for a while depending on the situation, and we can't let curiosity kill Yu Xiaoxue.
Yu Xiaoxue nodded and agreed obediently, but she was so scared that she hugged her legs and sat on the sofa staring at Wanyi Song.
I took Wanyi Song up to the second floor and saw the dojo connected to the balcony in the distance.
Just as I was about to walk through the aisle to the dojo, the bathroom door suddenly opened. In the bathroom, Zhao Qian was standing naked, her head covered with foam! She even extended her hand to me.
Her white jade-like skin and girlish charm made my head immediately feel congested, and my face looked as old as a red date.
"Xiaoxue, can you help me get the towel? I don't know what happened to my eyes. It seems that the shampoo has gone in. It hurts a little and I can't see." Zhao Qian stretched out her hand and asked me to find a towel for her.
The yin energy boiled up behind me instantly, and my wife-in-law was probably on the verge of exploding! Even Song Wanyi's reserved female ghost was stunned for a moment.
Zhao Qian, Zhao Qian! Why are you completely undefended!
Although I didn't see everything because of the steam from the bath, the way Zhao Qian looked just now was like a mosaic of beauties in Japanese love action movies. It was enough to make my nose want to spurt blood.
I quickly turned my head: "Qian! It's me!"
Zhao Qian was startled, and then she screamed and closed the door!
The bathroom was facing away from the hall. She just heard the footsteps going upstairs and thought it was Yu Xiaoxue going upstairs. She washed her hair and covered her eyes, so she wanted to ask Yu Xiaoxue to help him get a towel, but she didn't know that she would bump into him.
I have never been to the second floor!
Okay, now that everything is clear, Zhao Qian was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do.
"Ahem... Qian, the water mist in the bathroom was too thick and I didn't see it. Don't worry, I was passing by the dojo." I quickly explained, otherwise Zhao Qian would not dare to talk to me in the future.
"Oh...it's Brother Tian...Well, then you can use the dojo." Zhao Qian replied embarrassedly behind the door.