However, if you summon his soul during the day, it is undoubtedly to kill Lao Zhou, just because, if the soul is not lost in this room, but outside, how can a weak remnant soul pass through the crowd and return to Lao Zhou's body?

It's not impossible to forcibly summon spirits, I know that there are several ways to conjure the Tao, such as soul-attracting lamps, shouting soul plates, and soul-conjuring water bowls, but no matter what it is, when I do it in broad daylight, it will look very weird, so weird that it is no different from running naked on the street?

So, I can't be in a hurry, but it's my brother who is lying outside, so why shouldn't I be in a hurry?

I had to calm down, and I lit another cigarette at this point, and at this time my fingers were already starting to get cold, not because of any emotion, nor by chance, but through a method of controlling my breathing, a technique to restrain my breath - the trick of breathing.

This is my unique technique, and when Master taught me, I didn't know what such a trivial technique would do. Restrain your own breath and aura, and even when you control your breathing, one breath of yang qi stops swallowing and exhaling, and it is not pressed on your throat, and the other breath sinks in the dantian.

Isn't that indistinguishable from the living dead?

I didn't want to learn, but my master glared at me and yelled at me, "Don't think you're awesome because you're human, why can you rush into the Yin Spirit?" When the time comes, you will regret that you have caused irreparable regret, and you will regret not learning this spell with me! ”

"What do you mean?" That year, I was 13 years old, and I didn't quite understand that I had collided with the Yin Spirit, and I couldn't understand Master's words because of what would cause me irreparable regrets, and I couldn't understand Master's words in my realm.

But the answer Master gave me will never forget it.

"Nonsense! If you want a female ghost to grow into Xianxian (Wang Zuxian) in a Chinese ghost story, are you embarrassed to collide? Such a beautiful existence is something you can collide with? Why don't you hit the wall yourself, you know? Learn from Lao Tzu! ”

Well, isn't this answer unforgettable?

However, now I spit out a mouthful of smoke, and with the operation of the breath technique, the shape of the smoke is also very strange, like a bamboo knot being spit out section by section, but I find that I seem to understand the meaning of the dead old man, just like at this moment, if my yang energy dissipates the remnant soul of Lao Zhou, it will be a regret for my life.

At a higher level, I seemed to have a faint touch, and it was my chattering senior brother who added a sentence to me next to me: "Sanzi, you collided with a beautiful ghost is the cause, and I can't see such a beautiful ghost thing under my eyes." Master, that guy is at the level of elementary school Chinese, and he is obsessed with beauty, so you don't have to care about what he says, you have to care about what I say, understand? ”

I found out that in fact, both of them may not have even graduated from primary school, but at this time, I whispered 'cause and effect'? And a sense of chagrin rose in my heart.

This chagrin is actually annoying myself, but it is a useless chagrin, because this matter cannot be changed at all, that is, I am a cultivator, my spiritual sense is very ordinary, in the words of the master, I don't say that I am bad, it just gives me face.

However, I am a freak, on the one hand, my spiritual sense is very poor, and on the other hand, my soul power is unusually strong, very powerful! My master is very strange, what is my soul power so powerful, my yang body has not collapsed, is mine Vajra?

He really thinks that a powerful soul power like me is only worthy of Jin Gang, don't get me wrong, it's not the Buddha Taoist King Kong, it's a gorilla called King Kong.

But when I came down the mountain, the master didn't study my soul power thoroughly, why is this happening? How did I, who was just a little stronger than the average person (or trained in the mountains), withstand such soul power?

I think he was so angry that he drove me down the mountain, right?

This annoyance made him forget my other advantage, that is, his understanding of magic is extremely profound, and he learns it quickly.

"This dead old man, I guess I'm extremely angry, right?" Thinking of this, I have a slight pain in my heart, I thought I could live a lifetime in the mountains, it is best to bring my parents and relatives to come, the secluded mountain scenery, the clouds are rolling up, the sunrise is made, and the sun is not a beautiful life?

This dead old man kicked me off the hill with one kick.

This kind of contemplation interrupted my previous train of thought, and when a cigarette was about to burn to the end, I almost forgot that I was annoyed by my poor spiritual sense, because my spiritual sense was very poor, and no matter how sharp my various spells were, I couldn't master many of the skills that the Taoist family would inevitably master in Master's mouth-Tianyan.

It's not that I don't know at all, but I'm extremely unstable like a remote control that doesn't work from time to time, I don't know when I can change the channel very dexterously, and I don't know when you smash it, it can't change the channel.

Don't talk about the Heavenly Eye, or even say that my sense of the spirit body is worse than that of ordinary cultivators in Master's mouth, and I don't have a specific understanding of how bad it is.

Because apart from my awesome master and that neurotic elder brother, I have not been in contact with other so-called cultivators at all, let alone see what they are talking about.

I just know that when I was bored, I used to explore the so-called 'haunted house', and I created a record of a ghost that followed me for five minutes, and I looked back to see its helpless face that was about to cry.

Actually, it's not a record, is it? Better than the average person, right? At least ordinary people stand for another half an hour, what that ghost thing looks like, he may not be able to know what the Tao is, unless Lao Zhou, an unlucky person with extremely low characters, may see an unforgettable face.

By this time, my whole body was already slightly cold, and I finally began to walk carefully in the room before I dared to stand in the middle of the room, because my spiritual sense was not good, and the spirit preferred to stand against the wall and against the corner, and the remnant soul that was shocked was also dull, and once I stood still, I didn't know how to move, so I was careful every time I entered this room.

According to the level of my spiritual awareness, I feel cold, so this room should be much colder than I feel, so judging by it, the guy who came is much more powerful? The joint that I have never figured out is that what is it that is a person, but it is such a breath, and what is a cat?

But if I can't figure it out, I will put it aside for the time being, but rely on my movement and induction to carefully feel whether Lao Zhou's remnant soul is in this room.

Fifteen minutes later, the look on my face became a little heavier, because a person like me with poor spiritual sense could also feel that there was no other spirit in this room except for the person who brought the cold, and the remnant soul of Lao Zhou was not here.

So isn't there something in trouble? I looked up at the window, the fingerprint was very obvious, reminding me that the beast was obviously close at hand, and I also knew this, I actually found here, but there was no clue, and even what I had learned, searching the intestines and scraping the stomach, I couldn't find a usable technique for a while.

Could it be that I'm going to go to the scene of the incident once?

Of course, this scene of the incident refers to the basement where Lao Zhou hit the wall and saw the corpses, and one thing I can still make clear is that I must summon the soul of Lao Zhou tonight, I think the trouble is not that Lao Zhou's soul was shocked, but that the more troublesome thing is that there is such a heavy cold breath, what if Lao Zhou is rejected from his soul?

Thinking of this, I stood next to the windowsill again, outside the window, at more than 10 o'clock in the morning, the community was lively, after all, the old people who had nothing to do had to do began the activity of 'walking grandchildren', but these scenery had nothing to do with me, I was funny to find that this Zhang Yang was so lazy, and there was also interest in setting up an iron shelf on the windowsill and placing a few pots of green plants.

It's a pity, this guy I turned around and took a plastic bag from the living room, and without hesitation, I threw a few pots of green plants from the windowsill into the plastic bag, because he placed cacti on the windowsill, which is simply a taboo in feng shui, although it is not big, it is definitely not small.

I am actually numb to the metaphysical martial arts, mountain, medicine, life, divination, and the physiognomy of the physiognomy, but I know a little bit about feng shui, I don't think it's very important, after all, no matter how good feng shui is, you have to have a good life to bear, but it's not necessary to make taboos, and I can't watch my friends like this.

But what is a cactus, a prickly fellow, I don't know if I was moving too fast Suddenly I was pricked in the hand by a pot of cactus, and then with a tingling pain, a bead of blood gushed out of my thumb, and I stopped moving.

At this time, the cactus on the windowsill had not yet been cleaned up by me, and Zhang Yang's strange man actually had the ability to put 7 or 8 pots of cacti on the windowsill

"Hmm." My brow furrowed slightly.

But I heard that in the living room, Lao Zhou began to move, and there was a tendency to wake up again, I suddenly remembered that the bright blue underwear was still stuffed in his mouth, and I felt that this was very unkind, so I walked out of the hall and saw Lao Zhou's confused eyes open again.

I ripped off his panties, and he started shouting again, and I reluctantly grabbed something from the couch and stuffed it in his mouth again.

But fortunately, this time I had a heart, and I took a look at well, a pair of rust-red socks, Zhang Yang, this guy is really sullen! But I really wanted to beat him up at the moment.

Fortunately, I didn't stuff the socks into Lao Zhou's mouth, and in Lao Zhou's lifetime, I knew that I Ye Zhengling had stuffed a pair of bright blue underwear in his mouth, and then wanted to stuff a pair of rust-red socks, which were still men's and Zhang Yang's.

He would chase me, and at that time, no brotherhood would work.