"Why did you come to me in the middle of the night?" I asked calmly.

"Seek not to be alone, know cause and effect, and solve confusion.

I waited for a hundred years to wander in Shishen Village, full of resentment, but I can only leave Shishen Village on July 15 every year, and every year when I go out, I can only go in a fixed direction. The shadow said.

As I spoke, the candles in my room pulsed violently, switching between dark green and normal colors, adding to the eerie look.

This is because the ownerless lonely soul told about his own sadness, and the other souls resonated and reacted in this way.

"A hundred years? Have you been wandering around Shishen Village for the past hundred years? I asked curiously.

"Yes, to endure endless suffering, to seek the path to liberation, but not to be able to.

So I can only come and ask for Mr. ”

"I don't quite understand why they came to me, I'm just a small person who just moved to Shishen Village."

"Because there is a connection between Mr. and us, cause and effect are in the dark, and we all believe that only Mr. can help us!" The person who spoke was very excited, and while muttering, he actually rushed straight into the room.

The moment they entered the room, the aura of the entire room became cold, and it could be felt that the resentment on these figures was really strong.

The breeze blowing around, the sound became sharp, and it was a little painful to listen to it.

The candles in the room turned green in an instant, reflecting everything in the room eeriely.

The moment these figures entered the room, I also chuckled in my heart.

As they entered, the whole picture was revealed, and it was not a strange soul, but the strange villagers who had brought me to the village!

Dressed in coarse linen clothes, a burly figure with hatred and sadness in his eyes.

This emotion is not necessarily aimed at me, but my own aura has developed to this extent, and it will naturally be expressed.

When they come to see me once every seven years, every time they come on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, they gather outside my house and wait for me, are they all waiting for my help?

And will it only come out on the fifteenth day of July?

When all the figures had entered, I stood in the doorway and looked around.

After looking left and right to make sure no one was nearby, he closed the door tightly.

Although the room is not big, it is fortunate that the furnishings are simple, and even if so many lonely souls gather here, it does not feel crowded.

"So you're doing everything you can to get me back here?" I asked.

"That's right, sir, fate guides us, we can only come to you.

So we believe that this is an arrangement in the dark, and you are the one who can bring us to liberation. The lead spirit said.

The other spirits were all standing behind him, looking confused, and it seemed that the others were more affected by the resentment, and only this leading spirit could be considered to communicate with me normally.

Resentment has no roots, and it is destined to wander the soul.

If the spirit is disturbed by resentment, as the resentment accumulates, its behavior will become more and more illogical, and it will even blindly kill and become crazy.

Especially for these purposeless and dazed souls, after the resentment is generated, the resentment will continue to grow, and eventually the soul will be devoured by it.

That's what we commonly call it, the ghost.

I looked at the talking spirit in front of me and sat him down across from me.

"Do you remember how you died? Identity before death, the location of the bone. I asked.

The spirit shook its head blankly.

"What's your name?"

"It seems that the surname is Zhu, but I don't remember the name."

I looked at him helplessly, and I also made a mistake in my heart.

For transcendent souls, at least they must know their identity, or see corpses.

Especially this hundred-year-old resentment.

And it's very strange, normally speaking, after the soul resentment has been precipitated for hundreds of years, it will inevitably produce killing intent and kill to vent anger.

And after killing someone, the spirit body will be tainted with evil energy.

It is commonly known as dyeing in metaphysics.

But none of these resentful spirits seem to be in this situation, and although they are hateful, they have no intention of killing.

It's hard to imagine how they got over the course of a hundred years.

But a mistake is a mistake after all, and the situation of the spirit in front of me is more difficult, and at this time, I suddenly saw a very thin red mark on his neck.

Spirits are incorporeal, some of them are what they were before death, and some are as they were when they died.

But this red line does not belong to it, and this red line is like being born directly from the soul.

It's as if after a person dies, he is re-strangled with a thin thread on his neck.

I stared carefully at the red thread on the spirit's neck, flipped my palm, and pulled out a piece of yellow paper.

Pinched the fingers of the sword, did not touch anything, and wrote an empty symbol on the yellow paper.

If you want to touch the netherworld, you can't use something like cinnabar.

If you don't have any negative materials around, the best thing to do is to use the Qi Talisman.

I placed the talisman in my right hand, and then pinched the finger of my sword to touch the red thread above my soul.

It's a strange feeling, for last night it was these spirits who pushed me away, and tonight it was my turn to touch them.

The red thread felt a little warm to the touch, and I gasped and quickly withdrew my hand before observing the other spirits.

It's exactly the same, these spirits all have threads like this around their necks!

And it's all the same warmth!

"Hide the yang in the yin, point the soldiers and point the generals." My eyes widened, and I muttered.

"What do you mean, sir? Can you elaborate? Also, can the resentment that has grown in us be broken? Mr. Zhu asked.

"Your souls have been marked, in other words, you are not alone, but have masters.

You are raised spirits, but you don't know it! I said solemnly.

In the room, the blue flames danced a few times, illuminating the faces of the figures in the room.

My face was also a little pale, and my tone was full of incredulity.

From the analysis of the red threads around the necks of these people, it should all be the means of the same person.

But the so-called ghost raising is generally one or two, even if you say more, it is three or five.

If there are dozens, hundreds, or hundreds of spirits who have raised a group of spirits, then in metaphysics, it is another way of saying it.

Yin soldier Yin general!