It is not an easy task to blow the "soul lure".

First, because this ocarina is not refined by ordinary methods, and secondly, because its aperture is different from that of ordinary ocarina, it cannot play common composed music.

And the score that matches the "Soul Temptation" has not been released with it, and I don't even know if it is still intact, so if you want to play this strange ocarina with spirituality, it doesn't matter whether you have the rhythm or not, and whether you have a spiritual connection with the ocarina is the most important.

Although Murong Cao had tried before, she had nothing to do, and had never tried to communicate with her heart, this time, she knew that the situation was serious, and when she played, she prayed silently in her heart, and she was sincere and spiritual, so that she finally blew out.

Although there was no melody in discontinuity, the yin spirits who were about to enter the village were like children seeing the most unforgettable candy, and their lifeless eyes were projected on Murong Cao's body one by one, as if they were fascinated.

Murong Cao's cheeks were already sore, but she didn't dare to stop, nor did she dare to be distracted to look at the battle situation on Yang Muqing's side, because she was very worried that as long as she made a small mistake, the Yin Spirits who surrounded her would have to eat her alive.

"Soul Temptation" has eight holes, which are in charge of eight directions, Murong Cao's sense of direction is not good, so she can only try it one by one just like when she learned to drive, and as the tone of her blowing changes, the yin spirits also fall back and forth, which looks very funny.

A thin child among the villagers who refused to kneel honestly looked curiously left and right, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he clapped his hands and laughed.

"Dance, white people dance!"

With this unscrupulous fairy tale, the villagers who originally bowed their heads began to raise their heads one after another, revealing different expressions.

Some people are very angry, thinking that this stranger is playing his ancestors as monkeys, which is a very rebellious thing, but they dare not be angry, after all, this woman looks a little powerful at this time, I don't know where the witch or goddess is, if she rushes up, she is likely to not be able to eat and walk around, and people can make themselves half unsuccessful with a small means.

More people are confused, after all, the originally very solemn "ancestor" ceremony was disturbed by this strange woman, which made their originally feverish brains a little sober, and the fear that was originally suppressed by ecstasy and awe finally came out like a crack that could not be covered by a broken pot.

After several hurried attempts, Murong Cao was finally able to grasp the rhythm of "seducing souls", she walked towards the tomb mountain without thinking, leading the way in front like a general, hundreds of white shadows followed behind her, towering, looking extremely imposing.

As for why we went to the grave mountain, it was not just a simple intuition, but also a solution to "where did you come from and where are you going".

Country house.

Wang Sanfang had already cleaned up the scene, carrying Li Hang, who wanted to see the excitement in one hand, and Niu Hao, who was devastated, in the other, and ran to the balcony on the second floor, just in time to see Murong Cao's heroic appearance.

"Regardless of whether this matter can be solved today or not, I feel that I have not spent this money in vain!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Ask the signboard of the spiritual office, but this woman who is not afraid of death has worked hard to run it, how can it be so easy to be smashed."

Li Hang responded proudly, as if the Lingshu was opened by his family, and at the same time, he was amazed, and couldn't help but praise Murong Cao.

"This girl is so ghostly, how many doorways are still hidden that I don't know, I have to treat her to a drink another day."

Niu Hao seemed to be stunned, as if he had lost contact with the world around him, and his eyes stared at a certain place in the distance in the crowd.

Wang Sanfang followed his eyes and found that Niu Hao was looking at his stout wife and weak seedling-like son.

"Look, aren't you living a good life?"

Niu Hao muttered to himself, and Wang Sanfang also showed a puzzled expression, only Li Hang sighed heavily.

If Niu Hao and Wang Sanfang still have a trace of expectation and are willing to be fooled by the "facts" in front of them, then he is relatively familiar with Yang Muqing, and he knows that this matter is already a certainty, and there is no room for maneuver.

"No, no!"

Niu Hao suddenly let out a loud scream, startling Li Hang and Wang Sanfang.

The villagers who had quietly watched Murong Cao lead the Yin spirits to leave let out bursts of screams, the youngest son of the Qian family who was fighting with his twin brother, the old lady of the Wu family who was supported by his grandson, and Niu Yingyu, who was tightly held in the hands of the village chief's wife, all fainted on the ground, and when the villagers wanted to rescue them, they found that the three of them had no air in and no breath.

The three bodies were rotting at a rate visible to the naked eye, and within three minutes, some places were rotting to the bone.

This is like sudden death, it is clear that he has been dead for a long time!

Except for Qian Tong, the eldest son of the Qian family, and the village chief's wife, who looked incredulous, everyone else scattered as if they were hiding from the plague, as if they were worried that they would be the next person to suddenly turn into a rotting corpse.

"Don't pull me, I'm going down!"

Niu Hao was like an angry bull, he kicked Li Hang, who kindly pulled him, and bit Wang Sanfang hard, and then walked downstairs with a rolling belt, and when he passed by the courtyard, he didn't worry about being injured by Monk Musheng, and went straight to the corpse that had been vacated in a large piece.

At this point in the struggle, Yang Muqing finally gained a little upper hand, and several deep scratches had already appeared on Monk Musheng's neck, and these wounds cut by the peach wood sword did not heal automatically, but were bleeding like ordinary people.

"My dark chess has already moved, and you still don't want to save that woman?"

Monk Mu Sheng looked very proud, his eyes were fierce, his expression was bloodthirsty, and he had completely lost the calmness he had when he first saw him, just like a madman with a dual personality, interpreting two people with completely different personalities.

Yang Muqing glanced into the distance, and happened to see the three abandoned bodies each with blood-red souls, this is a fierce spirit with absolute lethality to the living, yin and evil to the extreme, after people and animals are touched, it will not only damage Yang Shou, but even suffer misfortune and death.

"Say, do I let those three ghosts kill you for me, or do I let them kill that woman?"

Monk Mu Sheng said that he stopped leisurely, as if he had calculated that Yang Muqing would not dare to kill him at this time.