"Can this be?" The thin man propped his hands on his knees and looked at Wu Ling with some surprise.

"Spells, witchcraft are meant to work this way. Similar to the way the spirit acts, except that there is no entity like the spirit. Wu Ling held up two fingers, "The traditional consciousness that has been handed down and the rituals that are constantly evolving, as long as you have these two things, you can make the spell take effect." ”

"Hmm...... And what about the price? The thin man asked excitedly, "Can you bargain with that witch?" ”

"Not really. Char's wraith doesn't cost you much. What she is looking for is power. In the West, there should be many witches and mediums who have read her stories and worshipped her, but as far as I know, no one believes in her and imagines her as a fixed spiritual form. Wu Ling said, "She will be happy to accept your wish and fulfill it to make herself a spirit." In a way, this is a resurrection in disguise. ”

I took a cool breath and felt the thin man next to me tense up all of a sudden.

"Are you going to create a new spirit? But ......" Chen Xiaoqiu wanted to object.

"No, not a new spirit, just a ghost. If she could become a spirit, she would have become a spirit in the tales of the witches. Don't forget, she was originally alive and dead for many years. If the soul does not disappear, it may be in the underworld, and it may have been reincarnated several times. It can only be the soul that appears in the mirror. The witches' consciousness wasn't enough for her to become a spirit. Plus Mr. Tan's strength, it's not enough. It's just a soul, still fixed to the mirror, and no matter how capable she is, it's easy to deal with her. When Wu Ling said this, he was very confident.

Speaking of which, many spirits themselves are attached to some entity, and they need a carrier. The spirit cannot be destroyed, but the carrier can.

Now that the carrier is directly in our hands, it is easy to destroy it.

The last hidden danger is gone.

In order to ensure the success rate, Wu Ling mentioned some more steps in the ceremony.

At twelve o'clock in the night, he lit a candle in front of the mirror, silently thinking about the witch, and at the same time, he needed the thin man to bleed and draw the mark of the black witch on the mirror. Wu Ling also prepared some traditional black magic and spiritualism ritual props for the thin man, such as the bones of a black cat, the skull of a baby, the fingers of a woman, the rope on the gallows, and the cursed doll......

She took out the contents of the box one by one, and each one she took out, she would introduce it.

Some things are also tied with iron chains and talisman paper, which makes people feel even more creepy when they look at it.

The thin man's relaxed mood immediately changed, and sweat was still dripping from his head.

I looked at Wu Ling, and then looked at the others in Aoba, all of them were calm.

“…… If Char's wraith doesn't respond to you, you break a seal. These are sacrifices. The duration of the ceremony is only one minute. For a minute, if there is no response, the ceremony ends. These things have to be sealed again. Wu Ling took out a stack of rune papers.

"You're not there? Do I do it alone? The thin man pinched the rune paper, as if he was about to crush it.

"We can't be there. Too many people will make the other person suspicious. The other party is not a rookie and will be very wary of the surrounding environment. Wu Ling said.

The thin man looked at me.

"Lynch couldn't be there either. You don't have to worry, though. We will be in the next room. You're here tonight for the ceremony. Wu Ling said.

Hotel suite, just right.

We didn't have much discussion, but decided to stay.

This decision made it a little easier for the thin man.

We ordered takeout together, and after dinner, we quietly waited for the arrival of twelve o'clock in the morning.

The thin man had been reviewing the steps of the ritual, mustering up the courage to pick up the items that had cursed properties.

We also helped to set up the room for the ceremony.

The little mirror had to be set up, and the big and small items had to be arranged.

Wu Ling also taught how to use rune paper several times. Although this method of use is very stupid, as long as it is pasted, the thin man is still not at ease, and he always has to operate it himself several times to feel at ease.

Seeing this, Wu Ling simply asked the thin man to release a cursed item and then seal it.

"That's it." Wu Ling handed the cursed doll to the thin man.

I've seen this doll before. At the beginning, I accidentally saw the ghost of Aunt Wang, who had been missing for two years, and asked Qingye for help, and Ye Qing pointed me to a cardboard box. There are cat bones, dolls, and other things inside.

The thin man pinched the doll, his hands trembling slightly.

The doll is tied with a black ribbon. Wu Ling didn't say it, we couldn't imagine that this was a seal.

The thin man pinched the end of the ribbon and shook it slightly. It may have been his hand shaking subconsciously, but the bow was pulled apart.

There's also a layer of knots in it.

But the moment the bow was loosened, I felt the change in the doll.

I saw the doll's eyes blink.

A strange sound came out of the thin man's throat.

"Go on." Wu Ling calmly urged.

The thin man swallowed, put his hand on the knot, and pinched a small piece of ribbon, with a slight force.

The ribbon is silky and seems to come loose when touched.

I even doubt that the thin man really had the heart to untie the ribbon, which has been loosened.

The loosened ribbon was pinched in the hands of the thin man and fell off the doll.

The doll's eyes blinked twice, and the balls rolled as if to survey their surroundings.

"Dad...... Father? The doll tilted its head, stared at the thin man, and made an ethereal sound.

Voices echoed through the room.

The doll raised its hands like a child begging for a hug.

"Daddy...... Dad ......" called one after another, from confusion and joy to grievance and sadness, like a real child, I don't understand why my father didn't embrace him in his arms.

The skinny man is stiff all over.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't get confused by it, it won't hurt you." Wu Ling said calmly.

The doll's head turned, glanced at Wu Ling, then looked back at the thin man, stubbornly stretched out his hand, and shouted pitifully: "Dad, Dad......"

I remembered Wu Ling's introduction to it.

This is supposed to be a relic of a child. The child was abandoned, died of embarrassment, and became a ghost. Later, he was caught by someone with bad intentions and made such a cursed doll.

Its previous owner either pumped out its resentment and used it as a spell material, or it was born of sympathy and was killed by it.

Of course, it is impossible for a thin man to have sympathy for such a thing.

The doll seemed to notice this, and the expression on her face changed, revealing a hideous face, and her voice became sharp, screaming "Daddy! "Mom! "Daddy! "Mom! ”…… It will only say these two words.

"Seal it off." Wu Ling glanced at the time.

The doll's head turned around a few times, and after stopping, it glared at Wu Ling viciously.

The thin man was relieved, and hurriedly picked up the talisman paper at hand and stuck it on the doll's forehead.

The doll lowered her hand suddenly, losing the vitality she had just had, and her resentment was gone.

"It's easy, me." Wu Ling said lightly, took the doll from the thin man's hand, took the ribbon, and tied it back up, and the rune paper was dead.

"This is not for long-term use?" Guo Yujie asked.

"Well, it's temporary, but it's more powerful." Wu Ling said, the rune paper in his hand spontaneously combusted, and not even a trace of ashes was left.

The thin man was a little prostrate, leaning on the sofa, the back of his neck resting on the back of the sofa, and his head raised.

However, he seemed much calmer than he had just been, and he was less apprehensive and afraid.

"Do you want to practice again?" Wu Ling asked.

The thin man thought for a moment, sat up straight, and nodded with a serious expression.

(End of chapter)