"It is the result of the resentment of the creature before death. It is usually a prisoner who has been extremely abused, a war criminal or a vendetta, or someone who died unjustly. Their resentment is very strong. If the spiritual energy of the place of death happens to be abundant, then they may degenerate into
Wraith."
"Then there are dead souls."
"Dead souls are the product of extraordinary beings who have fallen out of control. If a person's body does not collapse after awakening and losing control, then he is lucky and has just turned into some kind of monster."
"But if the body collapses directly, the extraordinary person will become a dead soul and become a prisoner driven by negative emotions forever."
"Below is the curse spirit."
This kind of undead is rather special. They are not produced after the death of a certain creature, but are often the by-product of some evil magic, the summons of ancient curses, and the gestation of evil spirits, so they are extremely dangerous."
"Finally, Witch Spirit!"
"It is an undead that is only likely to be produced after the death of a wizard. It is quite special. It can not only retain part of the memory before death, but may also retain some extraordinary powers. It is a type of undead that is very difficult to deal with."
"But the reward for subduing the witch spirit is also the highest, because you may learn some of the wizard's magic and even the treasures of the undead from its memory."
After talking about these types of undead in one breath, Mo Changkong paused and added:
"Of course, these are just a few types of undead I know. There are too many secrets in the mysterious world of the undead that we need to explore."
Mu Fan nodded: "I heard so much from you, but I still haven't heard how the undead will affect our survival. Moreover, you just said that we and the undead belong to different worlds."
"Well, that's it, Mr. Mu Fan."
Mo Changkong said: "The undead cannot exert a direct influence on living things. What they bring is a higher-level influence."
"For example, if an executioner kills countless people in his life, the evil spirits will continue to haunt him. His mind will gradually become trance-like, he will often have nightmares, his emotions will gradually lose control, and he will eventually collapse completely."
"Or, before the executioner completely collapses, he will hit his head on an upright iron nail due to a seemingly accidental slip."
"Perhaps, the influence of a resentful spirit will not be great, and you may not even feel its existence at all, and life will go on as usual. But in fact, it has penetrated all of your life."
"For example, the food on the table spoils at an unusually fast rate, you suddenly become trance-like while driving, and your ankles are entangled in water plants while swimming..."
"In the end, you never know what kind of disaster an undead will bring to you!"
Mo Changkong's eyes suddenly became dark, and the faint blue in his pupils swam very quickly:
"And this is exactly what I can do to relieve you, Mr. Mu Fan!"
hiss!
Mu Fan frowned when he heard this:
"You mean, there are undead spirits living in me too?!"
Mo Changkong nodded: "Otherwise, how did you get the bruises on your neck?"
Mu Fan was suddenly shocked!
The bruises on the neck were actually caused by the undead?!
With that said, Mo Changkong stood up from the high-backed chair and pointed to the side door:
"Please, Mr. Mu Fan, please go to the inner room with me. I don't want to solve the problem of the undead in my restaurant."
Mu Fan was shocked, stood up, and followed Mo Changkong.
The two walked out of the side door of the restaurant and entered another stone room.
This stone room is much larger than the dining room, but there are only four lanterns on the walls. The dim yellow lights flicker and flicker in all directions, and there are hundreds of vertical mirrors leaning on the four walls.
At this moment, hundreds of Mu Fans in the mirror were looking at this stone room. Under the shadow of the swaying lamp, it seemed as if the space around them was being torn apart.
Mo Changkong saw this and explained:
"These mirrors are all silver-plated and can be used as main props to exorcise spirits."
Mu Fan nodded when he heard the words and looked towards the center of the stone room. There was a long table made of peach wood in original color. There were various bottles and jars on the table, all of which were well sealed.
Next to the long table is a high stool, but this high stool is much higher than the table, and there is a deep slot on the stool. I don't know what it is used for.
Is it a seat reserved for giants?
Mo Changkong pulled out a heavy iron high-backed chair with both hands and faced due east:
"Mr. Mu Fan, please sit down."
Mu Fan walked forward and discovered that the armrests of this chair were inlaid with iron handcuffs and shackles.
He looked at Mo Changkong doubtfully: "Sir, what is this?"
"Well, just in case."
Mo Changkong explained: "The exorcism ritual will cause some discomfort to prevent the subject from retreating or twisting due to pain, so the subject must be fixed on a chair."
When Mu Fan heard this, his heart moved slightly. Mo Changkong wouldn't be detrimental to him, right?
This method of luring the emperor into an urn does not require any effort.
Mo Changkong glanced at Mu Fan and smiled quickly:
"Don't worry, Mr. Mu Fan, this is a common part of the exorcism ritual, so please don't worry too much."
Mu Fan smiled calmly and sat on the iron chair generously: "Since I am sure of coming in, I must be sure of getting out unscathed."
Mo Changkong shrugged noncommittally, then placed the weird high stool in front of Mu Fan and said:
"Mr. Mu Fan, please wait a moment. I will do some preparations first."
Mu Fan nodded in greeting and his eyes followed Mo Changkong's figure as he moved.
Mo Changkong took a long mirror from the wall, turned it over and placed it on the long mahogany table.
Then he opened a sealed glass bottle and dipped his finger into it. When he took it out again, it was already filled with viscous red liquid.
He pondered for a moment, and his blue eyes looked behind Mu Fan through the dim light and shadow, as if he was observing an object that did not exist.
Then he pondered for a while, his cool lips muttered words, his voice was low and hoarse:
"The departed souls are unwilling to disperse, waiting for the opportunity to return. When the dead crawl out of the rotten tomb, the living will be filled in the eternal hell..."
As the chanting sounded, the lanterns on the wall suddenly swayed and made a clicking sound. At the same time, the dim yellow light and shadow danced restlessly, like a flame, surrounding the entire stone room.
Mu Fan, who was sitting on the iron chair, suddenly felt a cold wind coming, and the hairs all over his body stood up. The temperature around him seemed to be gradually dropping.