The wind blew in gusts, rolling up the fallen leaves and making a rustling sound.

In the pale moonlight, a few crows chirped strangely, flapping their wings and flying into the sky.

Things had been prepared, there was no strange offering table, a peachwood sword, only a plate of red cinnabar, and a few pieces of yellow paper.

The yellow paper was an inch long and three inches wide, and was tinted into a slightly warm color by the flickering candle flame.

Meng Ge held his breath and concentrated, his jade hand was shining, and a bright red talisman was revealed.

The pen barrel is forged by thousands of years of blood, the color is pure, the texture is very delicate, there will be a crisp and melodious sound when percussion, and it has the effect of calming blood and calming.

According to legend, the blood stain is the blood-red mark formed after the blood on the corpse is soaked into the texture of the ancient jade, and the veins are clearly visible, densely spread like a spider's web.

When a person just died, the jade was forcibly stuffed into the mouth, and the jade body fell into the throat with the qi and entered the upper end of the chest cavity with dense blood vessels.

Soaking in corpse water, after thousands of years of changes in the tomb, the blood of the burial seeps into the jade, and the blood goes straight to the heart of the jade, and the blood will be formed.

The one in her hand is extremely rare, it is the trophy of the queen who destroyed a ghost queen, burned it with heavenly fire, and made it into a pen.

The pen whisker is the hair of the ink fox, with a layer of misty needle whiskers attached to it, black and white, short and flat.

Point cinnabar, stroke out.

In an instant, a sea of magma and fire arose in front of him, and the scorching red color was overwhelming, illuminating the entire boudoir.

The yellow paper flew out in a whirlpool and lined up one by one.

The gold thread flowed from the tip of the pen, and after a few brushes, many golden-red fonts appeared in the air.

is a little obscure, and you can vaguely see a few big characters of "The Conjuring Spirit".

"Wandering souls, where to stay; The three souls descended early, and the seven orifices did not come; Riverside wilderness, Huangmiaozhuang Village; public prisons, tombs, mountains and forests; False Alarm Lawsuit, Lost True Soul ......"

The woman recited words, her face was solemn, and she drew one strange pattern after another like flowing water.

"The gate of heaven is open, the door of the earth is open, and the boy is ordered to send the soul, and the old man is as anxious as the law!"

In the air is a faint, fog-like component.

Shattered light flowed and floated under the crescent moon, and a rich aura surged in all directions.

At the end of the interweaving of fog and light, there are silhouettes.

The figure wearing light gauze has flying hair, and his khaki eyes are full of lonely and confused light.

Bowing his head, spinning, the jade sleeves are windy, and the runes between his foreheads are moving slightly, and he is frantically absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

"Go!"

With a drink, the yellow talisman floated in the palm of his hand, swaying slightly in the air, and a blue-red streamer danced between his arms.

Yin and yang are intertwined, one hand is as cold as ice, and the other hand is as hot as fire.

Fu Seal flew towards An Qiongyue, sticking to the three positions of the forehead, the gate of heaven, and the gate of the earth.

The green smoke rose in a curling manner, and soon the talisman burned out on its own, as if it had penetrated into the body.