Sending ghosts into reincarnation has always been a process, and it must not be sloppy.

Meng Ge asked Huangfu Tianxing to find a desk, an incense burner, five bundles of yellow table paper, money, three bowls of rice, grain, three feet of blue cloth, three feet of black cloth, three feet of flower cloth, two pieces of incense, which were used as roads, and a candle, which was a street lamp.

The moon in the mist seems to be set in a circle by precious stones, and its outline is graceful, half-hidden and half-hidden to illuminate the pond.

This is the burial place of An Qiongyue, and it is also the easiest place to send her into reincarnation.

The pond is like a mirror, with slight ripples.

The stars are shining, and when you look closely, it looks like a long ribbon full of precious stones, and at a glance, it is white.

Set up the desk, stack the things you need, put an incense burner, fill it with six incense sticks, and a candle.

Meng Ge lit two incense sticks first, and bowed respectfully to the desk.

He ordered four more and held them in his hand, looked reverent, and bowed again.

The smoke turned into a thousand strange shapes, wisps and swirls into rolls, slowly lingering in the air.

In the darkness of the night, only the light of the jumping fire still flickered deeply.

When the cyan mist completely obscured the vision, only a coquettish cry was heard.

"Extradition the soul, open the door to the ghost—"

A pillar of light rose from the sky, tore through the sky, and suddenly exploded, turning into countless stars and falling down.

The smoke is constantly changing, forming the shape of a door.

The moon was suddenly obscured, the slightest cool breeze was constantly blowing, and behind the door was a yin qi that was about to move.

Meng Ge inserted the incense into the incense burner, stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the "door", and pulled it hard.

"Whew, Wow......"

At the same moment, the flame that was about to be extinguished suddenly rushed to a height of half a person.

In the heart of the blazing flame, two phantoms could be faintly seen, gradually overlapping with the shadows that appeared behind the door—

"It turned out to be Miss Meng, it seems that there is another harvest today."

Chapter 17 of "The Daughter of the Meng Family": Huanyang is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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