The wind is blowing.

Zhao Jing pressed Zhao Yuan's face into his arms and turned around.

The black cat also got into Zhao Jing's arms.

In the dim light, the woman vigorously picked up the remaining ashes on the ground, and when she grabbed her hands, they all ran away from her fingers.

Stunned, the woman collapsed on the ground, crying and crying.

The people in mourning clothes were furious, broke free from the group of black-clothed bodyguards, and began to resist.

"You brutes!"

A man in mourning clothes lifted the broken urn and was about to smash it at Yu Chujiu, when he tripped over a man in a suit.

Yu Chujiu looked at this chaos and became a little flustered.

He just listened to his father's words and came to ask for his grandfather's tomb, he was not evil by nature, he didn't think it would become like this, he really just wanted to discuss it.

Therefore, in the opinion of Jiang Daochang, the things that could be solved in ten minutes dragged on for several hours for this young owner.

To give him a chance to deal with this matter alone, Jiang Daochang felt that this had already given Yu Chujiu enough face.

He knew very well that the young owner in front of him was just a young owner, but he was doing things for the owner.

Looking at the time, Jiang Daochang felt that Yu Chujiu had almost had enough, so he made a decisive move.

There is no peace in life, what is the use of the Buddha.

The little monk's Buddha nature, which had just been calmed down, collapsed again.

The little monk had already lifted the robe that covered his wrists, and the red brick had been carried with him all the time.

Seeing this, Zhao Jing immediately grabbed the little monk: "Wait, you take a closer look." ”

The little monk stopped, looked at Zhao Jing with some confusion, and found that his gaze had been looking in one direction.

Looking in this direction, the little monk was stunned for a moment, then put away his wrist, and he didn't know where to put the brick.

In the cemetery, it seems that the wind continues to blow.

And, bigger and bigger.

Until it whistles.

Yu Chujiu looked at the desolate family and a group of mourners, his eyes were a little moist, and the guilt in his heart almost swallowed him.

He was about to shout at his men when he suddenly felt a strong wind pressing down on him until it knocked him down.

The wind was howling, cold and biting, whimpering in the dark night of the cemetery, unscrupulous.

Jiang Daochang and the people he brought with him were all swept down.

Those in mourning clothes, each and every one of them, are safe and sound.

In the hot weather, there was a heat wave just now, why now, a strong wind suddenly blew.

And this wind is so cold!

Jiang Daochang hugged the telephone pole tightly, his face full of fear.

Can there be any other explanation for such a bizarre thing than hell?

As a qualified god stick, he must be in constant contact with things related to demons and monsters. Because I have more contact, I am actually more in awe.

Usually swaggering, nothing strange has happened, so he usually doesn't care much.

But as soon as this kind of thing that I am constantly in contact with but does not think exists appears, this awe will come into full play.

After a strong wind, the cemetery was once again quiet.

Jiang Daochang, who was holding the pole, stood up in despair:

"Ghost ...... There are ghosts! ”

Then Jiang Daochang pulled Yu Chujiu, who was also frightened and turned pale, and ran out of the cemetery.

The group of men also followed them one by one.

The cemetery was suddenly silent.

The woman stood up, looked around, and cried out as she cried, "Anon, Anon, is it you?" It's you who should respond to me quickly! ”

“……”

All that was left in the cemetery was the rustling of leaves.

No one responded.

"Meow~"

The woman, supported by a young man and a girl, cried out in this cemetery without thinking, and when she passed by Zhao Jing in front of them,

The black cat barked suddenly, and its eyes flashed with a strange light.

"There's a mission." The black cat jumped on Zhao Jing's shoulder.

"There's no such voice!" Zhao Yuan scratched his head and looked at the black cat.

"Meow~ The quest came straight to my mind." Black Catway.

"Say." Zhao Jing spoke.

"Help that woman get in touch with her husband, a little bit of yin virtue."

Concise and to the point, Zhao Jing understood.

The position where Zhao Jing and they stood was almost the highest in the cemetery, and here, at a glance, you could see almost all the tombs.

"Dad, what is this black smoke?"

Zhao Jing followed Zhao Yuan's fingers and looked, there were many graves in the cemetery, and there was a faint black gas floating above them.

"These are the good guys, and they're willing to help people who are being bullied by bad guys."

Zhao Jing knew in his heart that the woman's husband was not here.

What he felt were some ghosts that had not passed away for a long time.

The wind just now was their handiwork.

The aura of the Yin Soul is generally relatively weak, and it is difficult to influence the Yang World.

However, many Yin spirits combined, willing to do something for a particular purpose that meets the conditions of the underworld, can gain a certain amount of power for a short time.

Seeing that the woman was about to go away, Zhao Jing stepped forward in two steps.

"Auntie, please wait!" Zhao Jing stopped them.

The woman turned her head, and the young man next to her looked wary first.

"Who are you?"

"We are the ones who can help you summon spirits."

Zhao Jing confessed and went straight to the point.

The girl on the other side changed her face and spoke directly, showing her disbelief: "Nonsense, do you say that you can summon spirits?" Can you call my dad out now? ”

The woman was silent.

It seems that her children did not believe it, except that the woman had a glimmer of hope.

It's no wonder that if it were replaced by the previous Zhao Jing, he would definitely not believe it.

didn't expect people to believe in themselves so easily, Zhao Jing helplessly spread his hands and decided to choose the simplest and rude method.

Zhao Jing's eyes looked at a grave next to him, and the photo on the tablet was a very good-looking girl, and he secretly said in his heart: "I'm sorry, sister, I borrowed your soul body." ”

Since you don't believe that I can summon spirits, I will directly summon a soul for you.

Ordinary ghosts are difficult for ordinary people to see or touch, but Zhao Jing has a way to make fixed people see fixed souls.

This sister, offended, next time I'll bring you something good.

He bit his scabbed finger, a drop of blood spilling from his fingertip.

The days without talismans and magic weapons are really sad, and every time you perform a spell in a non-golden body, you have to use your own blood.

Under normal circumstances, the aura of the Yin World is not strong enough, and the golden body state will not be triggered.

Zhao Jing decided to prepare the materials immediately when he went back, and draw a batch of talismans.

He put his finger on top of the tombstone and was about to drag out the girl's soul.

The woman on the other side spoke.

"I believe it!"

Zhao Jing was slightly surprised, and then he put away his hand, he didn't notice that the drop of blood on his fingertips had already fallen on the top of the tombstone.

At the same time, in the forest outside the cemetery, a white shadow swept by.

Zhao Jing turned his head sharply and looked at Lin Zi, feeling that there was just a moment,

golden body state,

It turned out to be activated.

Then there was a return to calm.