At night, Xianyang City is shrouded in a light veil, as if it is also sleeping with the twilight.

On top of Li Chunqiu's mansion, Meng Tian gently put Zhao Zheng on his back on the bed, and then said with a slightly worried expression:

"Sir, Wang Sun He ......"

Without waiting for Meng Tian to finish speaking, Li Chunqiu, who was standing aside, waved his hand and said, "It's just exhaustion, just rest." ”

"Just let someone take care of it, and tomorrow morning class will be as usual. ”

"No!"

After hearing that Wang Sun had nothing to do, Meng Tian bowed and said.

Li Chunqiu nodded, then turned around and walked out of the room.

The moonlight tonight is exceptionally bright.

Under the bright moon and sparse stars, Li Chunqiu stepped into the courtyard of his daily sermon.

In the courtyard, under the clouds and mist, Zhao Xicheng had already faded and lit an oil lamp, and under the swaying lights, he continued to carve bamboo slips.

Seeing Li Chunqiu walking in, Zhao Xicheng put down the bamboo slip and bowed, "I've seen Mr. Chunqiu!"

Li Chunqiu strolled past him, waved his hand to signal him to get up, and then walked past Zhao Xicheng.

Before walking to the stone platform, Li Chunqiu once again opened the copper box with the remaining four experimental items and took out a piece of clothing that had not yet been wrapped in a puppet.

"It's time to get started. ”

Li Chunqiu smiled.

The strange and miserable bell sounded again in Xianyang City in the dark night.

Countless birds flew under the night sky.

In the courtyard, Li Chunqiu put his right index finger on the center of his eyebrows.

A pale blue brow appeared on his brow.

"Yin Eye, Open!"

A third eye seemed to appear on Li Chunqiu's forehead.

Suddenly, in Li Chunqiu's eyes, the whole world seemed to be different.

The copper bell in the air shook slightly, and the bell pierced through the entire Xianyang City, through the earth.

Zhao Xicheng quietly looked at the scene in front of him, and Mr. Chunqiu in front of him didn't seem to care at all about seeing this scene.

"This... Why?"

Zhao Xicheng held a knife and pen in his hand and muttered to himself.

At this time, in Li Chunqiu's gaze, there seemed to be a sudden movement on the earth.

Li Chunqiu took off the copper bell floating in the void with one hand, and then he jumped and floated onto the roof.

"What is this?"

Under the yin eyes, when you look up, it is an endless spiritual sea.

From the inside of Xianyang City to the horizon in the distance, there are dense crowds of human heads.

All the souls had dull expressions, walking aimlessly in the endless crowd of ghosts.

"Spirit Sea?"

Li Chunqiu was stunned.

Under the moonlight, from his point of view, the earth was like a sea at this time.

Endless.

"Is it said that all the dead from ancient times to the present are here? They all sleep underground?"

Li Chunqiu looked down at his feet and muttered to himself.

At the beginning of the primeval period, who remembered it.

The years passed away, and they all returned to the dust.

Looking at Linghai, Li Chunqiu frowned, and then whispered the song of conjuring spirits again.

"The tomb of Peach Mountain, the soul of Yin Mountain. ”

"The ghost of the Netherworld, the spirit of the Yellow Springs. ”

"Follow my song, come to this place. ”

"Follow my bell, come to this place. ”

"Wood is the body, and green smoke is the road. ”

"The soul returns, the soul returns........."

Under Li Chunqiu's singing, in the tide of heaven and earth, the confused look on the soul's face seemed to loosen a little.

It seems that they are moved by the song of the spirit.

Li Chunqiu frowned again and slowly continued to speak: "Hei Qian, born on the ninth day of the first month of October in the year of Cugly, died at the age of thirty-six in the Chinese New Year's Eve, and has not returned?"

Li Chunqiu's voice echoed above the earth.

And Zhao Xicheng was stunned.

"The Conjuring?"

In the distance, in the sea of spirits, a soul suddenly woke up from its confusion.

It detached from the spiritual sea, appeared on the ground, and then drifted towards Li Chunqiu along the discrete green smoke.

The wandering soul penetrated the layers of city walls and walked into Li Chunqiu's mansion.

In the end, it was submerged in Li Chunqiu's puppet.

"So, are all the undead in this sea?"

"As long as you are called, you can be detached. ”

Li Chunqiu held the puppet in his hand and had a lot of thoughts.

The only thing that can be thankful is that the souls here seem to be in a state of no autonomous consciousness.

At least for a short time, he didn't turn into a ghost.

"The preparation of Yin Si must be on the agenda. ”

Li Chuqiu gently put down the puppet in his hand, and it slowly fell from the eaves.

Then put away the rest of the puppets.

Finally, he turned his head to look at the long sword, and on the hilt, there were several big characters engraved in gold: Wu Anjun Baiqi, self-acting sword.

It was Wu Anjun's white sword.

It was also the first time Li Chunqiu had seen such a murderous weapon in this world.

Li Chunqiu slowly picked up the saber and stroked the scabbard.

"Wu Anjun, some people call you: When it comes to the war of annihilation, there is no one who has been unsurpassed for a thousand years. ”

"It's time for me to meet such a hero. ”

Li Chunqiu let go of the hilt of his sword, and the long sword floated in the air.

In the courtyard, wisps of green smoke rose, and the bells of the conjuring permeated the earth.

And Li Chunqiu sang the song again.

Zhao Xicheng on the side unconsciously put down the knife and pen and bamboo slips.

With dark and strange bells and songs, in the dark corners of the invisible world, in the sea of spirits, thousands of ghosts are gathered.

Outside Xianyang City, under the Du Post Pavilion, accompanied by the strange bells, the night is becoming more and more infiltrating.

Among the thousands of ghosts gathered underground, a pair of eyes slowly opened, and the eyes of the heavily armored ghosts seemed to have flames burning in their eyes.

The surrounding ghosts seemed to sense something and dispersed.

Only another ghost, also heavily armoured, was still standing beside the man.

On the ground, the yin qi and murderous qi turned into gusts of yin wind blowing in all directions, and the weeds scattered in all directions.

In all directions, birds and beasts fled in all directions.

"Huh?"

Li Chunqiu's soul-attracting technique felt resistance for the first time.

If you compare the soul attraction to fishing, it used to be small fish and shrimp, but now it looks like a whale has bitten the hook.

Li Chunqiu's hand increased the strength of the Dao method again.

"Bai Qi, born on the fifteenth day of July in the year of Ding You, died at the age of sixty and six, and has not returned!"

With Li Chunqiu's burst of cheers.

Under the Du Post Pavilion, two ghosts in battle armor rose to the sky, carrying endless yin qi towards Xianyang City.

Where the yin qi passes, the cold wind howls.

When stepping into Xianyang City, Yin Qi and Spiritual Qi were entangled.

In an instant, the entire Xianyang City was full of yin winds, like ghosts crying wolves.

A yin wind blew open the door of Li Chunqiu's mansion and went straight into Li Chunqiu's courtyard.

The endless aura and yin qi seemed to have some inexplicable reaction at this moment.

The ghost, which should have no body, actually took on a figure.

In Zhao Xicheng's dull gaze, two men with faces like frost and heavy armor walked in.

"Wu... Wu Anjun, General Sima Jin. ”

Zhao Xicheng said dumbfounded.