The maid Jinping glanced at the direction where Jade and Xiao Shunzi had left, and walked towards the courtyard next to Yunque's residence.

In the middle of the courtyard was an open space with a table covered with a yellow cloth, on which were placed various ritual instruments.

A black-clad soldier grabbed a live rooster in his hand, pinched the wings and head of the rooster in one hand, and took out a dagger in the other hand and slashed it in the neck of the chicken, and the blood of the chicken flowed into the bowl prepared in advance.

Jun Youqi took an appropriate amount of chicken blood and mixed cinnabar, used a pen to make cinnabar blood ink, and wrote Murong Che's birthday on a blank rune paper.

At the corner of the courtyard wall, Murong Che's ghost stood there.

There are countless dead people watching around.

He is a ghost, he does not appear, no one can see him.

Jun Youqi has yin and yang eyes, even if he doesn't show up, he can still see him, so he has to avoid standing behind the wall.

Qing Yue's eyes looked at Jun Youqi's figure from afar.

looked at him dressed in purple clothes and a jade crown, and his bearing was magnificent.

So familiar!

A slender, dashing smile suddenly appeared in Murong Che's mind, and the man smiled and said, "Che, we will always be best friends. ”

The person in my mind was also dressed in a purple robe, with a gentle and sunny smile, as bright as vitality.

The people in the memory overlap with the people in that courtyard.

Intermittently, he remembered some things with Jun Youqi.

Also remembered his own identity.

Incomplete memory, fragmentary.

It is undeniable that Jun Youqi is his best friend.

I was supposed to meet my friends, but ......

For some reason, even if he didn't see Jun Youqi's face, he was inexplicably afraid.

It was a fear that emanated from the soul...... And...... Unknown anger.

The fist clenched imperceptibly.

Murong Che's ghost became more and more gloomy.

As if sensing something, Jun Youqi looked at the corner of the wall suddenly, and in the next moment, the whole person had flashed to the wall.

Looking around, the night was dark, the cold wind was gusting, and there was nothing.

"Master, what's wrong?" Jinping followed.

"This prince senses the resentment of the ghost." The corners of his lips curled slightly, "He's walking so fast." ”

"You mean ......"

"The ghost of Murong Che, the prince's friend, just ......," he reached out and touched the courtyard wall next to him, "he was standing here." ”

"Then you ......"

"If he doesn't want to see this prince and look for him, he won't be able to find him. I had to force him out. Jun Youqi returned to the table in the courtyard, took Murong Che's birth date, stained it with blood, stuck it to the conjuring bell prepared on the table, recited a few spells, and shook the bell.

The crisp rattle of the bell floated far away.

The ghost of Murong Che, who had drifted away, suddenly began to drowsy, and his soul drifted back in the direction of the bell uncontrollably.

"Soul Bell!" I don't feel good in my heart. He shook his head, and floated away again. I couldn't hear the rattle, and the lethargy dissipated.

In the courtyard, Jun Youqi shook for a while and didn't react, "It seems that Murong Che's ghost is not around here." "I found the staring gaze at the gate of the courtyard.

looked over and saw Feng Jingyun standing there.

He handed the bell to the dead man on the side, "Go, go around the whole courtyard, and if you find a ghost, seal it in the bell with a talisman." He handed over another charm.

"Yes." The black-clothed dead man did as he was told.

Youqi walked over to Feng Jingyun, "Yun'er, why are you here in the middle of the night?" ”