"Master, I would like to ask you to help me summon my son's soul, I ...... I miss him so much. As he said eagerly, Jiang Ye's eyes turned slightly red.

Glancing at Jiang Ye, who was full of eagerness, the monk sighed, "The white-haired man is still there, but the black-haired man went first, okay, then I'll help you." ”

After speaking, the monk handed Jiang Ye a piece of talisman paper, "Like the female benefactor just now, write Ling Lang's name, birth date, and burial place on it." ”

After Jiang Ye finished writing Jiang Yin's message, the monk stretched out two fingers to pick up the rune paper, and after reciting the words in his mouth as just now, he entered a state of concentration.

Five minutes passed, the monk did not open his eyes, Jiang Ye knew that he was summoning his son's soul, and did not dare to disturb him.

But ten minutes passed, and the monk still closed his eyes and remained motionless, and Jiang Yin's heart began to become anxious.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask the monk, the monk slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were full of doubts at this time.

"How's it going, Master?" Seeing that the monk's face was wrong, Jiang Ye's heart was also raised.

"Strange", the monk frowned and muttered two words.

"Strange what? Did something happen to my son in Hades? Listening to the monk's words, Jiang Ye's heart suddenly burst, and he grabbed the monk's hand and asked eagerly.

The monk shook his head and sighed, "I'm sorry, I can't summon your son's soul. ”

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, "Weishenme, did something happen to my son in the underworld?" ”

"No, it's that I didn't feel your son's soul in the underworld." The monk explained.

"Weishenme will do this?" His son was obviously dead, why was his soul not summoned to the underworld, Jiang Ye felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Frowning and thinking for a while, the monk said, "There are several possibilities, the first possibility is that Ling Lang is not dead at all. ”

"No way, I saw my son's body with my own eyes, and I saw him buried with my own eyes." Jiang Ye waved his hand and immediately denied the monk's first inference.

The monk nodded and said, "The poor monk is just guessing, forgive me, there is a second possibility, that is, Ling Lang is indeed dead, but his soul is still stuck in the yang world." ”

Jiang Ye hurriedly asked, "Will this happen to Weishenme?" ”

The monk said, "There are many reasons for this, such as the moment the soul leaves the body, it is trapped by something and cannot be summoned to the underworld. Or ......" At this point, the monk suddenly stopped.

"Or what?" Jiang Ye seemed to realize that the next thing would be the key to the whole thing, so he asked eagerly.

The monk paused for a while, and finally spoke: "Or the deceased suffered a great grievance before his death, and his resentment stayed on the soul, and he did not want to go to the underworld, but turned into a ghost and stayed in the yang world."

Jiang Ye was shocked when he heard this, this time he didn't speak again, but sat there quietly motionless, frowning, no one knew what he was thinking.

……

In the downtown area of Yanjing, a slightly stiff white figure slowly walked forward in the crowded streets. This person was none other than Jiang Yin, who had been practicing for more than two months.

At this time, Jiang Yin was slightly disappointed in his heart, because after he had practiced for two months, he found that the difficulty of cultivating immortals was far greater than he expected.

The main reason was that the aura on the earth was thin, far less thick and pure than the aura of the Heavenly Secluded Continent, so after two months of cultivation, Jiang Yin barely entered the realm of the first level of qi cultivation.

However, Jiang Yin also sighed in his heart that the immortal cultivation was against the sky, although it was only the realm of the first level of qi cultivation, his agility and physical strength were already several grades higher than before.

He was confident that if he encountered a master like Eagle and Gu Xing now, although he didn't dare to say that he could win steadily, he could at least be on a par with them.

Because Jiang Yin now has Zhong Liuxuan's memory, Zhong Liuxuan is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years and has rich combat experience, so he has obtained Zhong Liuxuan's memory, and Jiang Yin has naturally gained his combat experience, so even if his spiritual power is meager now, he will not be afraid of ordinary martial artists at all, unless it is someone above the martial artist realm.

Jiang Yin, who had been practicing in the mountains for two months, found that his entry was unusually slow, so he simply stopped his cultivation and came to Yanjing City because he wanted to meet his father.

Just as Jiang Yin was walking on the road to his home, suddenly a woman in front of him caught his attention.

The woman was in her early twenties, just dressed casually, but she still revealed a noble temperament, seeing this fair-skinned, tall woman, Jiang Yin's mind came up with a sentence: Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving. Even if Xu Yufei is in front of her, she will be inferior by three points.

If it was just because this woman was beautiful, Jiang Yin would not have noticed her, because he was just a corpse now, and he was not interested in women, and because of Xu Yufei's relationship, Jiang Yin still had a kind of rejection in his heart for beautiful women.

What really attracted Jiang Yin's attention was that this woman had a faint yin aura on her body, because Jiang Yin was now a corpse herself, so she was extremely sensitive to things like yin and evil qi.

At this time, there was a hint of worry between the woman's eyebrows, and she was holding a mobile phone to make a phone call: "Doctor Zhang, you said that my brother's injuries have long been healed, but he will get thinner and thinner, and he sleeps every day, only occasionally opening his eyes, but he is completely unconscious?" ”

Although her voice was not loud, and she was still more than ten meters away from Jiang Yin, all the words she said still reached Jiang Yin's ears, and Jiang Yin found that since she began to cultivate immortals, her five senses and six senses were much more sensitive than before.

Jiang Yin, who was still walking, listened to the woman's words, and suddenly stopped his body. Listening to the woman's description of her brother's illness, Jiang Yin concluded that her brother's illness was most likely due to the evil spirit.

Because a person has no strength for no reason, his essence is getting weaker and weaker, and there is no problem when he goes to the hospital for examination, it must be because he is haunted by ghosts, and the fundamental reason for haunting ghosts is that this person has the favorite yin and evil qi of ghosts. Once it is found that someone has a strong yin aura on his body, those ghosts will possess the person's body, not only absorbing the yin qi on the person, but also sucking the essence and blood of that person until the person dies.

It is estimated that the doctor couldn't say why, and the woman took the phone and listened to it for a while, then hung up the phone in disappointment.

It's been more than two months, and the corpse rice he brought from Li Yuandao has almost eaten, and now he needs the yin qi. Thinking of this, Jiang Yin slowly walked towards the woman.

The woman had already seen Jiang Yin walking towards her from ten meters away, and she was secretly wary in her heart, because she found that this person was lifeless, which made her feel a little scared.

"Miss, I'm a fortune teller, do you need me to help you calculate a hexagram?" Jiang Yin's voice was hoarse and stiff, and the hairs on the woman's body stood on end.

The woman hurriedly waved her hand, "No, I don't need it." Then she involuntarily quickened her pace, and the person in front of her gave her a very strange feeling, making her hide as far away as she felt.

Seeing that the woman ignored herself, but sped up her pace to leave, Jiang Yin was slightly stunned, and then he followed, and said in a slightly mysterious tone: "If I read correctly, Miss should have a close relative who has some kind of strange disease." ”

As Jiang Yin expected, the woman immediately stopped when she heard this sentence.

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