Zhang Ling looked at the expressionless young man nervously, for some reason the man just looked at him like this, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room immediately boiled when they saw the ghost of the young man and Song Huihui, and the scene was as enthusiastic as if a Hollywood blockbuster had just been introduced to the market.

“66666！”

“233333！”

"I don't know!"

“……”

Qi Dapeng crouched on the ground, his eyes staring at the young man in his early twenties, and the intuition cultivated by years of life of licking blood with a knife head told him that the man in front of him was very dangerous! Very dangerous!

The young man walked slowly in front of Li Xiang, looked at him with emotionless eyes, and after a long time spoke, "It's decided, right??" ”

"Yes, please save my wife!"

"Good!"

The young man had only spoken these two short sentences, but they were as cold as the wind.

He even made Zhang Ling feel that even the ghost of Song Huihui standing beside him at this time was not as cold as him.

When Zhang Ling turned his attention to the young man again, he saw that he casually picked up a branch and drew a circle around Song Huihui's corpse, and then drew a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing on the ground.

Zhang Ling looked at it for a while and couldn't help but be surprised: "Isn't what he wrote a martyr's writing?" ”

Zhang Ling is too familiar with the writing track of the text, and he can be very sure that this is the magic circle of the text!

So he looked at every character he drew carefully, but unfortunately he had never seen this circle.

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the movements of the young man in front of them and immediately sent a message and asked, "What is this for?" ”

"Is this the rhythm of resurrection?"

"Corpse!"

"Raise the corpse!"

"Resurrection ...... the Dead"

"Summoning the Emperor of Truth!"

"The old man doesn't know, this formation technique is weird, the old man has never seen it, this should be the same as the master's unique formation!"

"Could it be that this is the master's brother?"

"You Biao, if it's a senior brother, will he pout there?"

"Well, don't insult the master!"

“……”

The young man's movements were quick, and it took him about a cup of tea to draw the circle, and then he pulled out a half-palm-sized vial from his trouser pocket.

Zhang Ling stared at it and was stunned to find that the bottle in his hand was exactly the same as the bottle found in the pseudo-base station at that time, but the bottle they saw was empty, and the bottle in the young man's hand at this time was a pink ball of light.

The young man tore off the yellow charm from the bottle, opened the cap, and whispered something to the mouth of the bottle.

Then he saw his arm make a beautiful arc, and the ball of light was drawn out of the bottle and suspended on his fingers.

"I'll go, what kind of exercise is this? So awesome? ”

"What's that pink light?"

"Like a gaseous philosopher's stone......"

"Well, it's quite similar!"

"Anyway, this thing seems to be the essence of a human being......

"You've seen it upstairs?"

"I've seen an illustration in a book that looks like this pink air mass!"

"Ask for the title of the book!"

"Forgot ......"

“……”

Just when the audience in the live broadcast room was guessing what this pink light cluster was, they saw someone send a message: ", what is this TM?" ”

"Damn, what's this?"

"Damn, what's this?"

“……”

I saw that through the screen, the expressionless young man held the pink light cluster with one hand, and waved at Song Huihui's ghost with the other, Song Huihui's ghost floated up, and with the movement of his hand, Song Huihui's ghost floated to the top of her body little by little.

After seeing Song Huihui's ghost floating on her corpse, the young man pressed it flat with one palm, and saw Song Huihui's ghost moving closer to her corpse little by little.

When her ghost was only a few centimeters away from the corpse, it could no longer descend, after all, she was already dead, and it was impossible for her soul to return to her body.

But something strange happened, and with a wave of the young man's fingers, the pink light passed through the Heavenly Spirit of Song Huihui's ghost and entered her body.

When he hooked his finger upward, the pink light turned into a thin pink thread, and with the movement of the young man's arm, it kept turning back and forth between Song Huihui's spirit and corpse, which looked like the usual sewing of clothes at home.

And as he continued to tighten the fan light in his hand, Song Huihui's soul actually melted into the corpse little by little, and when he tightened the pink thread located on the spirit body's feet, Song Huihui's soul completely entered the body.

Not only Zhang Ling, but everyone in the live broadcast room was also stunned, they looked at the screen and were completely stunned, and they couldn't relax for a long time.

Because what is unfolding in front of them is so unbelievable that it is beyond their comprehension.

I don't know who sent a message first: "Was he just sewing a soul?" ”

"Okay, like, yes, yes!"

"I think it should be called Soul Weaver to sound better......"

"No, that's not the point, the point is, this big brother, can you accept me as an apprentice?"

"Well, although this is the master's live broadcast room, I want to say, little brother, please take my knees!"

"Wait, you guys look like something is wrong!"

As soon as this message was sent, I saw Song Huihui, who had just been sewn up on the screen, convulsed on the ground, like a live fish thrown into an oil pot!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Xiang, who was kneeling on the side, panicked, he kept kowtowing to the young man, but he didn't say a word.

The young man still looked at Song Huihui who was churning on the ground without any expression, and after a while, he took out a yellow talisman from his trouser pocket and put it on Song Huihui's forehead, and she immediately calmed down.

And with the bright moonlight, everyone could clearly see that the yellow talisman covering Song Huihui's face was slightly undulating, and it was obvious that Song Huihui was alive!

"You can't leave your body for three days, remember?" The young man instructed Li Xiang in a cold tone, and Li Xiang didn't speak after listening to it, but kept kowtowing.

"You can go!"

After Li Xiang heard the words, Song Huihui, who picked up Song Huihui on the ground, turned around and walked towards Zhang Ling, and the three of them hurriedly dodged to both sides and pressed their bodies tightly to the ground.

After Li Xiang walked past them, Zhang Ling hurriedly looked up in the direction where the young man was, but at this time, there was no one on the hill, as if the young man had never appeared.

Zhang Ling stood up cautiously and walked up to the top of the hill, he looked at the magic circle drawn by the strange young man with a solemn face, in his heart, he would have to draw at least two or three hours like this complex magic circle, but the young man only took such a short time to complete, it was simply too perverted.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, there's a talisman here!"

Suddenly, Lu Mingxuan's voice interrupted Zhang Ling's thoughts, he looked up at Lu Mingxuan, and saw that he was reaching out to uncover a yellow talisman posted on the tree, and when Zhang Ling shone a flashlight on the talisman, he immediately exclaimed: "Don't unveil it, it's dangerous!" (To be continued.) )