A thin incense lingered in the room, and Yang Muqing held the incense burner and recited words, as if he was pulling and guiding. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"I smelled the 'Soul Returning Incense' for them, so that they could reproduce the memories of the three hours before they died, don't worry, I cast a formation, and they can't feel us."

Murong Cao nodded, closed his eyes and carefully discerned the cry, it seemed that a man and a woman were crying to each other, mixed with venting scolding, saying "useless", "to die", "can't live" and other depressing words, intermittently, sometimes high and sometimes low, coupled with a mixture of inhuman sobs and whimpering, it looked particularly eerie in the middle of the night.

Yang Muqing drew something in the air in the direction of the coffin, and made a sound that was quite powerful, although it was dark all around, she could still feel his solemn expression.

In the blink of an eye, a floating window with a peculiar style and classical texture appeared in front of the two, which seemed to be painted with cinnabar.

Yang Muqing took out a small bottle, dipped her little finger in something and wiped it on Murong Cao's eyelashes, and when she opened her eyes again, she could already see the shape of the ghost in the room through the suspended window.

"What is this?!" Murong Cao felt the coolness and stickiness on his eyelids, and couldn't help but exclaim.

She vaguely remembered that it seemed that the old Taoist priest could see ghosts with black dog blood, horse urine, boy urine, etc......

"You'd better not know." Yang Muqing chuckled.

"......" Murong Cao was both embarrassed and helpless, so he had to concentrate on looking at the ghost thing a few meters away in front of him.

It is indeed the pair of men and women in the photo, but they are more pale and vain, their morbid faces are a little hideous at first glance, there are no pupils in their eyes, only the whites of their eyes are turned upward, and their scarlet tongues hang down under their chins, which is a typical hanged ghost.

They had jumped down from the beams of the room, and seemed to be searching around the room, and after searching, they went straight to the kitchen, and exchanged heads for a while, and then the female ghost took a spoon and stirred it in the pot, I don't know whether it was boiling porridge or soup, and the male ghost was holding a bag-like thing and sprinkling something into the pot.

When doing these things, their expressions are frantic and sad, as if they have a thousand helplessness hidden in their hearts, but their movements are methodical, panicked but not chaotic, and they seem to have made up their minds.

"Do you see any clues?" Yang Muqing asked.

"I know a little bit about it." Murong Cao was smug.

"Can you take it? Or do you want to continue? Yang Muqing continued to ask.

"Go on, it's the first time I've seen a ghost like this, and I want to see it a little longer, it's interesting." Murong Cao was full of interest.

"But the incense is gone." Yang Muqing said with a smile.

Murong Cao knew that he was deliberately teasing, but he was very sure that he would not put her in danger, so he clasped his fists with both hands and stared at him fearlessly.

Sure enough, the incense dissipated, and the pair of male and female ghosts discovered the breath of the living, and found that they were under control, and they were extremely angry, running around, grinning with teeth, and vicious.

The female ghost seemed to be more keen, and among the two who knew that the person who came was not good, Murong Cao's combat power was weaker, and a pair of ghost claws only smashed her eyes.

Yang Muqing calmly used a talisman to intercept the female ghost attack, and with the other hand, he grabbed Murong Cao's waist, jumped out of the house, put her in the open space, and set an impenetrable protective spell around her to ensure that the sneak did not invade, Fang entered the house again, and trembled with the two mad ghosts in the house.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thundered, the wind and clouds changed, and bursts of ghost cries resounded in the sky.

Although Murong Cao was not closed to the six senses, he had more than enough heart but not enough strength, he didn't say it, he didn't move, he didn't help, he didn't help, he could only pray secretly in his heart and help silently.

She knew that Yang Muqing was the apprentice of the "Living Immortal" Bodhizi, and she also knew that he had helped her solve a lot of problems these days, but her heart was still in her throat and she couldn't put it down.

Tonight, Nettle Village is destined to be unpeaceful, many villagers get out of bed in their clothes, wait for the door, and look anxiously in the direction of the Qian family's old house; The young nurses even protected the baby in their arms, hid in the layers of doors, and did not even dare to come out.

In less than ten minutes, in Murong Cao's opinion, seconds are like years.

The liquid wiped on her eyes had dried up, she couldn't see the movement of the ghosts, and after Yang Muqing entered the house, there was no sound at all, giving her the illusion that she was the only one left in the huge world.

Finally, the storm and clouds gradually calmed down, and the ghost cries gradually subsided, and the half of the moon that had been hiding rose from the clouds and illuminated half of the mountain.

She saw the tall and handsome young man calmly emerging from the old house, his white face was somewhat black and gray, his eyes shining like morning stars in the night, and he held a large gourd in his hand, and the gourd was painted with red sigils. When he stepped out of the door, he took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote a few words, which he sandwiched between the cracks in the door.

"Done?" She heard her own voice drifting out of her body, but it seemed to come from another world.

"Hmm." Yang Muqing said with a smile, "After I go back, I will recite the scriptures for three days before I can be completely completed." ”

"Chanting? Are you a monk? Murong Cao saw that he didn't look like he was injured, and finally had the interest to make fun.

Yang Muqing smiled but didn't answer, walked to her side, lifted the protective spell, and wanted to lead her down the mountain, if he remembered correctly, he had to work overtime all night to write a plan for Li Hang.

"Hey." Murong Cao stopped him.

"How?" Yang Muqing said slightly.

Murong Cao stretched out his hands: "I'm tired, carry me down the mountain." ”

“……”

Yang Muqing did not have the habit of refusing food and clothing, so without saying a word, he hunched Murong Cao on his back.

"You're heavy again."

"Ahem."

"At least three pounds."

"Shut up."

Murong Cao leaned over his shoulder, smelling the familiar clear smell, and his heart finally returned to its rightful place.

I don't know when she was afraid of what it would be like to lose.

Every bit of it, I want to grasp it in my hands.

When they returned to the owner's house in the parking lot, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the two did not delay any longer and drove back to the city overnight.

Murong Cao nestled in the back seat, typing with a click.

"By the way, what is the note you wrote in the crack of the door?"

"Guess?"

Murong Cao gritted his teeth, slapped Yang Muqing's shoulder with a pillow, and said, "Next time, I'll let you guess enough......"

"The evil has been removed, just enter the earth for peace, that is, peace."

"Do you have to be buried in the ground? Isn't it already in your gourd? That shell can't do evil, can it? ”

"Not for peace, but for peace of mind."

"Not bad, yes, the finish is beautiful, worthy of my many days of teaching." Murong Cao said with a grin.

"Is it worth the raise?"

Obviously, the atmosphere was just right, and after hearing these terrible words, it took a long time for Murong Cao to resist the urge to roll his eyes, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Plus." ”