"Does this thing work?"

Qin Manjiang was deeply skeptical.

He had to at least go back and forth in the movie, and he had to keep chanting incantations in his mouth to be useful.

"Dao Chief, have you forgotten to recite the incantation?" Qin Manjiang asked.

"Spells are used to bluff people, and what is useful is the bell tone." Lao Dao put away the Sanqing Bell and shook his head, "It's a pity, the ancient books record that if you encounter a ghost and take away the soul of the living, you can use the Sanqing Bell to call it, but it is not a solution, if you want to get Miss Qiao out of trouble, you can only find another way."

At this time, Mei Sijun asked, "Dao Chief, since Miss Qiao can't come back, can we go over?"

Lao Dao's eyes widened, and he shook his head again and again: "The old man doesn't know, can Xiaoyou have a way?"

It turns out that this old way also has something that he doesn't know......

Qin Manjiang looked down at the [Pupil Realm], especially the sentence "Death is born and the other is born, and the soul returns".

Mei Sijun nodded and said, "I once heard a Huangquan opera, and I also have the ability to extract the soul and cross time and space, I don't know...... Can that Huangquan opera take us to Miss Qiao's soul?"

"Huangquan Opera?!" Lao Dao was surprised, "In the place of death, the opera sung to the deceased does have the ability to communicate with the dead, you can give it a try!"

And at this time......

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Qiao Ziru was shaken by the sound of the bell, but she couldn't hear it clearly, she was confused, and walked to the coffin again.

The coffin in the courtyard seemed to have always attracted her.

"Girl......

Just when Qiao Ziru was about to get close to the coffin again, grandma appeared again!

Qiao Ziru was so frightened by this sudden voice that he trembled!

She turned her head to see that in the gray world, Grandma was standing at the door of the hall, her body wrapped in white smoke, and her wrinkled face was full of smiles, staring at her.

"Don't touch ......

Again, she said:

"Where the dead are dead, haunted ......"

Ghost?!

The word suddenly pierced Qiao Ziru's brain like a needle, and she suddenly felt scared......

Whether it was the funeral team carrying the coffin or the black dog at the entrance of the village, she didn't feel afraid before......

But now, she suddenly felt scared.

Are there any ghosts in the village?

Am I coming early...... I knew that someone had passed away, so I rushed back, but now the mourning hall has not been arranged, the coffin is still in the courtyard, and the relatives and neighbors have not yet come......

She shuddered.

Rubbing her hands that were a little cold, she didn't feel cold just now, but after hearing the bell, she felt a little cold.

Speaking of which...... My stomach also felt hungry.

"Grandma'......"

Qiao Ziru turned around, and just wanted to ask grandma for some food, but found that the figure of the old man at the door was gone.

Where is there to eat......

She pressed her stomach and suddenly stared at the coffin in the courtyard.

On the bench in front of the coffin, a plate of steamed buns is being placed.

Is it a sacrifice?

Qiao Ziru swallowed his saliva and subconsciously walked to the steamed bun.

Inside...... No one yet, right? In other words, this steamed bun is not considered an offering now, is it?

Qiao Ziru didn't know what was wrong with her, and suddenly she was so hungry that she scratched her liver, she slowly stretched out her hand and slowly touched the white steamed bun in front of the coffin.

….

After taking it at the one she had just encountered, some taboo thoughts that she originally thought were not good disappeared without a trace.

Qiao Ziru picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth with gusto.

However, as soon as she took two bites, her eyes widened violently, "Bah, bah!"

"...... vomit"

Qiao Ziru spit out all the steamed buns he ate!

What is this?

Is it a steamed bun?

What a strange taste...... An earthy smell, and a ...... The taste of the meat that has been dead for a long time does not resemble flour at all.

She was disgusted by this steamed bun.

Just as she was so hungry that she didn't know what to do, white smoke drifted out of the hall and into her nostrils.

Qiao Ziru trembled, an extremely comfortable ...... An indescribable sense of satisfaction came flooding up.

It's like the body is stronger!

She slowly ...... Step by step, I walked towards the hall.

This is...... The smell of sandalwood.

According to custom, after someone passes away, sandalwood will be lit in the house, one is to sweep away the evil spirit, and the other is to let the soul meet the incense and ascend to heaven, which is a good omen.

However, Qiao Ziru had never felt that sandalwood smelled so good......

She was intoxicated and couldn't help but slowly walk towards the hall.

His eyes were also half-squinted and half-open, and he kept smelling the smell of sandalwood.

One-step...... Two-step ......

She passed the coffin, stepped over the threshold, and continued her walk towards the depths of the hall.

This smell that made her addicted to make Qiao Ziru almost completely lose the ability to think.

She just felt as if she was lying in a large patch of cotton, and it was very comfortable......

Before she knew it, she had walked up to the three burning sandalwoods, bent over, and greedily inhaled the smoke of the sandalwood.

But at this moment! Qiao Ziru's afterglow swept to the side, and there was a person!

She was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, stood up straight and turned to look, an old woman in a floral cotton jacket was standing next to the paper figure by the wall, looking at her with a smile.

It's grandma!

Qiao Ziru sweated on her forehead, she knew that she was too strange to look like that just now, and she wouldn't scare grandma, right?

Grandma won't get me wrong about learning bad outside and learning to suck some messy stuff......

"...... Grandma, I'm just...... I'm a little hungry, I'm a little dazed, so ......."

She explained in a hesitant manner.

However, Grandma never spoke.

Qiao looked at the wall with a weak heart, a boy and a virgin, all paper figures.

There is also a higher ...... A man who looks like a servant.

It's also a paper figure.

Grandma isn't here at all!

Qiao Ziru instantly sobered up a lot, she was covered in hair, and cold sweat fell down her forehead in large pieces.

Her heart was pounding, and her grandmother's words just now echoed in her mind......

"Where the dead are dead, haunted ......"

Ghost?!

Her mind buzzed, her eyes darkened, and a strong fear surged into her heart, and she rushed out of the hall with her legs, and did not even dare to stay in the courtyard, but ran directly out of the courtyard and ran towards the village.

Ghost...... Ghosts!

Did I encounter a ghost?

Qiao Ziru was covered in sweat, but when she rushed out of the yard and ran wildly on the road for a while, she found out......

….

Where is this?

Is this Qiaojia Village?

Why...... The roads are familiar, but you haven't reached the village after running for so long?

She began to panic.

But this is, a pair of crumpled hands suddenly grabbed her wrists.

"Girl, don't run around, it's time to eat......

Grandma's voice appeared behind her.

Qiao Ziru's scalp was numb, she always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it.

She subconsciously struggled, her elbow broke free of the restraints, and she slowly shook her head:

"No...... Grandma, I'm not hungry......

She muttered.

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"Ouch!"

In the courtyard, Qin Manjiang, who was sitting on the ground with his chin in his hand and thinking about how to clear the customs, suddenly received an elbow blow to his stomach.

He turned his head to look at Qiao Ziru who was lying next to him, and muttered, "What

Wrong, ghosted?"

Mei Sijun is discussing with Lao Dao about the "Night of Returning to the Soul", and the two of them are a little forgetful.

"Well, it works...... Then ask the Taoist to press the formation outside."

"Mr. Qin and I went into the night of the soul to look for Miss Qiao." Mei Sijun said.

Lao Dao also nodded: "Okay."

Qin Manjiang's eyes widened: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

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