I can't put this feeling into words.

It's like when you see a dead person, the person's face is still the same face, and the facial features are still the same, but you just know that he is dead.

It is a breath that symbolizes death.

Practitioners have always been taboo about death.

Because Heaven is noble, only living is precious. Only by living can you pursue the Great Dao. Even the Demon Dao is afraid of death.

The death that ordinary people say is not real death, because his soul is still there, and he will go to Huangquan Road to be reincarnated.

Even if he was a heinous man, at most he imprisoned his soul in eighteen layers of hell and let him endure torment, but he still had a chance to be reborn.

The death that cultivators fear is not only the destruction of your physical body, but also the death of your soul and the primordial spirit that you have cultivated with great difficulty.

Such a death is the real death.

And what Qi Hufei feels now is such an aura of death.

Seeing the twisted black mist that enveloped that distorted face, he immediately thought of the black mist he encountered in Qilin Mountain that had crushed his flying sword.

But when they met at Qilin Mountain, Qi Hufei felt a real danger. So he made a quick decision, jumped off the flying sword, and abandoned the sword to save his life.

And now all he felt was the breath of death, something calm.

It was because of the calm that he felt that this thing was terrifying.

If you want to talk about danger, I felt it for a moment just now. But this was different from the sense of danger that Qilin Mountain felt in the face of the black fog that suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The danger was real, but this time it was ethereal, ethereal, as if it came from another plane.

Qi Hufei was a little puzzled, what did this dead face and this dead thing see in the mirror mean?

Xie Bi'an frowned tightly and slowly walked to a wall on the side of the living room.

There is a painting hanging there.

This is a landscape painting that looks very meaningful.

Running across the picture is a large river, with a hazy mountain shadow in the distance.

The surface of the river was very calm, not even a ripple, only a slight mist.

Many feathers and catkins from nowhere floated in the air, whirling and whirling.

Qi Feifei found that the deceased's face was slightly sideways, and his eyes were facing the painting. There was a hint of excitement in her eyes, as if it was because she saw the painting.

Xie Bi'an looked at the painting for a long time, then gently removed the painting, revealing the wall behind it.

There is a shrine on the wall.

There is an idol of the deity in the shrine, and in front of the idol there is an incense burner, and in the stove there are three incense sticks, which have been burned.

When Qi Hufei saw the statue, he wanted to laugh a little, and couldn't help but glance at Fan Wuyi.

It was a dark, blurred statue of the god, as if it had become invisible in the dimly lit shrine.

Xie Bi'an took the idol out of the shrine. After looking at it twice, he handed it to Qi Hufei again. Qi Hufei received it in his hand and found that the material of the statue was not special, it was made of ordinary nanmu, and it was swept with his divine sense, and there was no mystery in it.

The carving of the statue is very rough, the proportions of the lines of the body are not reasonable, and the face and facial features are a little distorted, so you can't see what it looks like at all.

It's a lot like the practice assignment of a craftsman who is learning to carver.

But Qi Hufei looked at this face, but he couldn't help but feel a chill.

Isn't this the face of the dead reflected in his mirror?

Qi Hufei handed the idol to Fan Wuyi.

Fan Wuyi held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and asked, "What is this?" ”

He and Qi Jufei looked at Xie Bi'an at the same time.

Xie Bi'an shook his head and said, "I can't see it." It's a bit strange though......"

As he spoke, he took the statue and pointed to the lines on it, saying, "You see, the carving of this thing is very clean and neat, and it is very carefully polished, but it is carved like this, which means that it was intentional." ”

"It's not that it's not carved well, but that the god that the deceased believes in looks like this?"

"What kind of god will look like this?" Fan Wuyi asked, "My master is better looking than him!" ”

Qi Hufei remembered that Fan Wuyi's master was an old demon of Montenegro, and even his own apprentice said so, this old demon of Montenegro didn't know what to look like!

Xie Bi'an said: "It may also be a deliberate attempt to hide the true appearance. There are many kinds of folk beliefs, and the people don't know what Sanqing is, but it is easy to believe in the evil gods in the local obscene shrines. The obscene shrine is the cradle of Shisheng demons, so whether it is the heavenly court or the mortal government, it is strictly forbidden to sacrifice to the obscene shrine. But it is very difficult to completely eradicate these things, and there will always be people who secretly worship them. Some people buy or carve a plausible idol of the god themselves and worship it at home. ”

After Qi Hufei saw the deceased's face in the mirror, he believed that this idol must have a connection with the deceased's death. But the divine sense can't sense the abnormality on the statue, so it's not good to say anything for the time being.

They circled around the living room and room again, and found nothing else.

"It's so strange, I just died in the early morning, it is impossible not to have a soul."

Xie Bi'an has always held a spirit banner in his hand, this thing is more effective than his divine sense, and it can summon all the remnants of the soul in the vicinity.

"Will it be eaten by youkai?" Qi Hufei asked.

Xie Bi'an shook his head and said: "Honggu County's precautions are very strict, ordinary little monsters can't enter, if they can kill people and devour souls under our noses, monsters with such abilities will not be interested in the souls of ordinary people." ”

Qi Hufei is right to think about it, there is such a big snake demon hiding in Qilin Mountain, isn't there also a lonely soul and wild ghost floating around?

Even the flower-faced civet only took away Gu Xiaofei's Yin Yuan, and was not interested in her soul. Otherwise, Yuan Xiaobao would not have been able to send Gu Xiaofei's soul restoration back.

"Then what else can make a person's soul disappear after death?"

Xie Bi'an said: "The first is that he has already gone to Huangquan Road, but he has not gone through our channels. This situation is basically impossible to happen in Honggu County, because there is no yin difference in Honggu County, and everything is done by our Yin and Yang Division. If there is something else passing by Honggu County, it is impossible for us not to know. ”

"The second possibility is that the soul is sealed by the mighty, waiting for the right time to take it away. But this possibility is very small, the cultivation world strictly prohibits the practice of taking away the sacrifice, and there is actually no point in taking the sacrifice before the manifestation of the primordial spirit. Of course, it is also possible to transfer to the Yin God, but this is an extremely difficult and dangerous path, except for some people in the underworld who specialize in this path, few in the cultivation world choose this path. ”

Qi Hufei felt that this possibility was indeed not high, this woman was not a cultivator, even if there was a relative in the family or something with this ability, she would not let her die at home.

"Is there any other possibility?"

"And ......" Xie Bi'an looked at the statue carved out of wood, and his expression suddenly became solemn, "...... It is the deceased who sacrifices his soul. ”