"Eighty percent of them are the ghosts of those two things." The moment Zhao Huanshu took a deep breath and pushed the door open, the small bedroom was full of people! Everyone dressed in white turned their heads at the same time, their faces blurred as if covered with a layer of white mist; Murong Yuhong and Zhao Huanshu breathed tightly, and everyone disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The bedroom was empty, and there was an empty frame on the wall, the mirror had been smashed, and a gust of wind hung up, whining through the gaps between the walls, and the curtains of the windows were blown up, and fluttering strangely.

"Not here." Zhao Huanshu frowned, it seemed that the problem was more serious than he thought.

"Fortunately, there is too much fragrance, otherwise we would all have died the moment we opened the door just now." Murong Yuhong's heart palpitated, thinking of the full number of figures in the room, his voice was a little hairy.

Zhao Huanshu and Murong Yuhong came to another bedroom, hesitated before opening the door, Murong Yuhong understood Zhao Huanshu's thoughts, and comforted: "Don't worry, my fragrance can last for three to four hours." ”

Zhao Huanshu nodded and opened the door.

There was no scene in the room just now, I saw a figure lying on the desk, and another figure standing next to the table, these two people turned their heads to look at Zhao Huanshu at the same time, these two people were all pale faces, with a line of bright red blood left on their eyes, nose and mouth, and sneered.

"Fatty!" Zhao Huanshu shouted out Zhang Zhuangzhuang's nickname when he used to go to school, the two disappeared again, the wind outside the house became tighter, and the wind chimes from where did they reverberate in the room, the sound sounded quite crisp at first, but it soon became sharp and harsh, as if scraping on a steel plate with a fingernail, the air was filled with the smell of too fragrant, Zhao Huanshu could feel the darkness around him churning like a black mist, as if he wanted to wrap himself and Murong Yuhong, but under the protection of Tai Qingxiang, These darkness are never close to each other.

"I've searched all over the house, and there's no trace of them." Murong Yuhong was puzzled: "They're not here?" ”

Zhao Huanshu frowned, the sound of the wind chimes was quieter, and he could see that there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him, not only the black yin qi but also the strange sound, all of which were isolated from the power of Tai Qingxiang.

"Senior Sister Yuhong, what about the conjuring incense I asked you to bring?" Zhao Huanshu thought for a while.

"Here." Murong Yuhong took out a fist-sized wooden incense box from the burden he was carrying, and the box was pasted with yellow runic paper full of mantras with red pens.

"Give it to me." Zhao Huanshu took the wooden box in his hand, and asked Murong Yuhong to take out another incense burner from the baggage, this stove was also made of copper, but the engraved on it was not gossip, but dense soul spells.

Zhao Huanshu followed the process of Murong Yu's red dot that was too fragrant just now, while silently reciting the soul conjuring spell, he lit the incense charcoal in the stove, put the silver piece, and put the soul conjuring incense pill on the silver piece.

After a while, the Soul Summoning Incense Burner in Zhao Huanshu's hand exuded a faint cold fragrance, to be precise, the Soul Summoning Incense did not have too heavy a taste, but gave people a feeling of coolness, mixed with an imperceptible floral fragrance.

"This smell feels weird." Zhao Huanshu frowned, and found that although Taiqing Fragrance and Soul Incense were placed closely, the two flavors were not mixed together, but separated from each other.

"The real soul conjuring incense has long been lost, the master's recipe is his original combination of clues from ancient books, and the main materials are the other side flower, that is, Manzhu Sawa and borneol......" Murong Yuhong replied, and suddenly said: "There is movement!" ”

The two of them saw a white transparent figure slowly in the living room outside the room, Zhao Huanshu looked happy, this figure was Zhang Zhuangzhuang, it seemed that his soul had been attracted by the soul incense.

Without saying a word, the white figure staggered into a bookcase in the hallway and vanished.

"Move the cabinet out of the way!" Zhao Huanshu sensed something, and Murong Yuhong came to the corridor, put the incense burner on the ground not far from the two of them, and finally moved this cabinet almost as high as the ceiling to a corner, fortunately there were no books inside, otherwise the two would definitely not be able to do this.

Zhao Huanshu used a flashlight to shine behind the bookcase, and found that it was a staircase leading to the second floor.

Murong Yuhong glanced at Zhao Huanshu, and the two of them didn't care much, so they immediately took the soul incense and the Taiqing incense burner, and walked up the stairs behind the bookcase.

There wasn't much dust on the stairs, but the two didn't expect that there was a second floor here, and the fat man's letter didn't mention it.

At the turn of the second floor, Zhao Huanshu saw a wooden door at the end of the stairs, and saw the ghost of the fat man passing through the wooden door and disappearing.

"In the door." Zhao Huanshu said and went upstairs with Murong Yuhong.

The door was unlocked, and it was easy to push it open, but the sight inside made the two of them breathe for a halt.

This is an empty room, there is no furniture in the room, there are two people lying on the ground, one of them has died, almost became a dried corpse, the stomach of the dried corpse has been broken, the shriveled intestines have flowed all over the ground, and the whole room is full of blood stains, even if it is too fragrant to protect, Zhao Huanshu and Murong Yuhong actually smelled a faint smell of blood and corpse.

The other person was lying flat on the ground, his face was pale and his eyes were round, and he looked at the ceiling motionlessly, but this person was already skinny and skinny, but Zhao Huanshu still recognized him from the mole on the man's neck, it was Zhang Zhuangzhuang, that is, the dried corpse was......

"Zhang Zhuangzhuang is still a little angry, I'll go and summon his spirit, you light a furnace of incense for Yang He, and recite a mantra for him......" Zhao Huanshu looked at Yang He's corpse and his eyes were full of unbearability, he was the same as the fat man, he was one of the few good brothers in his student days.

Zhao Huanshu and Murong Yuhong were back to back, facing the two corpses respectively, Murong Yuhong had already begun to recite the death spell to Yang He, so as not to continue to be infested by the Yin ghosts after his death, and Zhao Huanshu put the soul conjuring incense burner in the heart of Zhang Zhuangzhuang's eyebrows and began to recite the soul conjuring mantra.

Zhao Huanshu's spell skills are stronger than Murong Yuhong, and soon saw a translucent figure walking in from the door, circling around Zhang Zhuangzhuang several times, and then slowly lying down on Zhang Zhuangzhuang's body overlapping it, Zhao Huanshu's incantation speed was fast and slow, but every syllable was spit out very clearly, and soon saw the figure attached to Zhang Zhuangzhuang's body, slowly disappearing, at the same time, Zhang Zhuangzhuang's chest miraculously began to float slightly.

Murong Yuhong's mantra was also recited later, and the dead flesh on the dried corpse that Yang He turned into also turned into black ash and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, indicating that he had gotten rid of the Yin Ghost and went to the world where he should go.

"Senior Sister Yuhong, come and help me." Murong Yuhong, who had finished reciting the mantra of the past life, heard Zhao Huan Shu behind him speak.