The paper man absorbed a black mist, a thin layer of skin and flesh faintly appeared on the plain white paper, the hyperplastic bones supported the entire shelf, and the hands and feet of the paper tie were no longer weak and shriveled, but had a bit of a human appearance.

The eyes, ears, mouth and nose dotted with cinnabar on the face of the paper man are more vivid, and no one can tell whether it is a paper person or a real person when looking at it from a distance in the dark.

The only fly in the ointment is that his face is unusually pale and bloodless.

The first time he used the Ghost Dao Secret Technique, he was able to achieve such results, Jiang Chi was already very satisfied.

Now that the paper figure is still a dead thing, the next step is to possess the soul of the dead thing.

Jiang Chi picked up the paper figure, obviously feeling heavier than before, he looked at the sky, silently calculated in his heart, and roughly had an idea.

In the dead of night, it is the time to summon the soul.

In the middle of the night, the streets of the city were deserted by pedestrians, except for groups of patrolling soldiers, carrying torches, walking through the streets and alleys.

In the patrol team of the capital, there are many eyes and ears of the Lei family, in order to ensure safety, Jiang Chi carried the paper man, taking advantage of the night, carefully avoiding it.

An hour later, he came to the mass grave in the south of the city.

Izumo Castle, the capital of Izumo Province, looks extremely prosperous on the surface, but in fact, it is ruined in the background, and the corner of the south of the city is the dirtiest corner.

There are beggars who died of hunger, domestic slaves who were beaten to death with a cane, commoners who offended the powerful, and even some children of down-and-out families who lost the battle.

Every week, the guards "process" the corpses here – which means that the corpses in front of you are all "fresh".

Jiang Chi covered his mouth and nose tightly, but he still couldn't get rid of the fishy smell that rushed to the sky.

He placed the paper figure in the southeast corner of the mass grave and lit a candle.

The candlelight the size of a bean, trembling slightly in the darkness, added a bit of mystery to this gloomy cemetery.

Enduring the almost disgusting stench, Jiang Chi carefully identified the corpse's clothing and body features, and judged the identity of the deceased.

Summoning souls, you can't be careless, just choose a dead soul.

If he inadvertently summoned the soul of the Lei family, not only would he not help Jiang Chi deal with Lei Mingxuan, but he would probably turn against him and deal a fatal blow to Jiang Chi.

His strength, after all, is still too weak.

Therefore, he must be extremely cautious, screen out the identity of the deceased, and try to pick out the deceased who are hostile to the Lei family as much as possible.

Soon, he locked his gaze on a corpse.

Combined with Jiang Chi's investigation of the Lei family, he was ninety percent sure that the corpse's revenant soul would be his help.

She was a very desolate woman, her clothes were in tatters, her limbs were separated, her flesh was nearly half rotten, and there were vultures gnawing at the only half of her head next to her.

Driving away the vultures, Jiang Chi took down a yellow talisman, pierced his index finger, used blood as ink, and wrote mysterious and incomprehensible words on the talisman, which only those who practice ghost Taoism can recognize, this is the Xudu language.

Jiang Chi pasted the talisman on the corpse's head, his mouth was full of rhythm, and his hands posed in a grotesque posture with the rhythm.

In the bleak night, only one oil lamp was always on.

In just a few moments, countless points of light gathered like fireflies, gradually condensing into a vague ghost.

The ghost was born, looking left and right, at a loss, and suddenly an oil lamp in the southeast corner was burning and shining, and rushed forward, like a moth to a fire!

In an instant, the candlelight trembled violently and suddenly went out, and the paper figure lying next to the oil lamp had many incredible changes.

The appearance of the paper figure changed greatly, and it instantly turned into the form of a wonderful woman, and the flesh and blood clinged to the skin of the paper man, only for a moment, if you ignore the paleness of its face, it looks like a real person.

"Are you...... Ziyun, everyone?" Jiang Chi finished the operation, and the aura in his body was swept away, and he was extremely tired, and he was weak when he spoke.

The paper man looked very confused, looking at his resurrected body in disbelief, his mind was confused, and he had no intention of answering Jiang Chi's question at all.

Jiang Chi was helpless, and called her a few more times before she came back to her senses.

After listening to Jiang Chi talk about the causes and consequences of "resurrection", she woke up like a dream, poured beans into a bamboo tube, and explained everything and the plate.

Ziyun is a well-known Qinglou in Izumo Castle, who sells himself without performing arts, and relies on his appearance and skills to make a living. She is quite scheming, taking advantage of the vassal elegance of some sons, and she can also be comfortable among the powerful.

She wanted to save some more money, so she redeemed herself and returned to her hometown to support her parents.

Unfortunately, the second son of the Lei family, who returned from the battlefield, fell in love with her at a glance in Qinglou and threatened to accept her as a maid, which scared the son-in-law who was good friends with her on weekdays, and no one dared to stand up for her.

Zi Yun was sad in her heart, she refused to obey, what happened in the middle, she refused to say, only said that she resisted to the end, and then she died.

Jiang Chi was silent.

The fate of a weak woman in the hands of the powerful is nothing more than a few, asking her about what happened to her, mentioning it is to expose the scars, and it is okay not to mention it.

"By the way, why do you have the cultivation of the Imperial Qi Realm?" Jiang Chi asked again.

There is a limit to the possession of ghosts, and the cultivation of the spirit realm can only recall the souls of the revenants of the imperial qi realm at most.

Zi Yun is just a famous singer in the Qinglou, and without a special person to teach her, she can cultivate to the Na Ling Realm at most.

"With the help of my best friends, adding some self-preservation power to me, and teaching me to practice, Zi Yun can cultivate to the Imperial Qi Realm with mediocre resources...... Unfortunately, my best friend has already traveled to the East China Sea. Ziyun spat out Youlan and said slowly.

Although curious, Jiang Chi still remembered the matter and asked, "So, is the girl willing to help me deal with Lei Mingxuan?"

"As long as it is the Lei family, Zi Yun is duty-bound!" Although Zi Yun's voice was slender, she spoke sonorously and powerfully, clearly hating the Lei family.

Jiang Chi breathed a long sigh of relief, finally, everything is ready!

"Lei Mingxuan, you dare to send someone to bully the dumb girl, today, I want you to fight with your life!" Jiang Chi swore secretly in his heart, his expression cold.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chi asked a lot of questions about Ziyun's cultivation, and after having a general understanding of her strength, his heart was settled!

Killing Lei Mingxuan is as easy as a snap!

......

On the other side, late at night, Lei Mingxuan still hadn't fallen asleep, pacing anxiously from side to side in the study.

"Young master, the little slave has sent a letter!"

The voice of the little guy outside the door came, he was secretly happy in his heart, hurriedly took the letter, sent the little guy away, and then opened the letter, pondered it repeatedly, and read it carefully.

"Fortunately, I made two preparations, and used Ziyun's rotten goods in advance to entertain the second son, Lei Mingjun!"

"Today I was defeated, Lei Minglie, you disdain me and abandon it like a shoe! Don't blame me for being ruthless, and turn to the second son Lei Mingjun. ”

"People die for money, birds die for food, the head of the Lei family, it doesn't have to be you thundering!"

Lei Mingxuan put down the letter in his hand, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

His layout fell short because of Jiang Chi's success, but fortunately, he had remedied it in time and fell in love with the second son of the Lei family.

Now that he was idle, he began to think about sending stronger people to kill Jiang Chi in order to dissipate the hatred in his heart!

As soon as Jiang Chi dies, the spearhead will definitely be aimed at himself, as long as he says that he is coerced by Lei Minglie, he can force the Elders to confront the Lei family head-on!

At that time, it will be him Lei Mingxuan who will reap the benefits!

Lei Mingxuan was immersed in his fantasies, and he didn't know that outside the window, a woman's ghost was approaching.