Summoning the lost soul is the most basic Yin vein technique, as long as you are serious about it, you will know at least three kinds of soul conjuring techniques.

But I know nine.

Four of them can be cast without being around the Lost Soul himself.

In the hospital, while I pretended to summon spirits to lure out Lang Zhengsheng, I had already left a back hand and was ready to summon spirits from a distance.

Now he only needs to make up the last formalities to make He Fangbing sober up.

Through Zhang Baoshan, he reminded the police to find Bao Yuqin to understand the situation, which was also to make a foreshadowing for this step.

The police handling the case will definitely leave contact information for Bao Yuqin, so that she can contact them at any time if she remembers something.

After sending away He Qiangbing, I continued to do evening classes, but instead of boxing, I changed to a standing pile.

After finishing the evening class, wash up and go to bed, turn off the lights and go to bed.

Lying in bed for more than an hour, there was a sound of soft footsteps in the yard.

Someone leaned on the bedroom window and peeked in.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he left lightly.

In the first half of the night, people would come every hour, but after twelve o'clock, they didn't come again.

After midnight, the trend of yin and yang is reversed, there is more yin and less yang, and the strange is rampant.

Therefore, the ritual of rejuvenating the soul can only be performed during the day or in the first half of the night.

But I had already completed the first half of the ceremony in the hospital, and called He Fangbing's soul to the ward with Bao Yuqin's beckoning voice.

All that needs to be done now is to complete the half-shelf ritual and return the soul to its body.

I rolled over and got up, didn't turn on the light, and pulled out a piece of yellow paper-mounted paper from my pocket in the dark.

There was a drop of He Fangbing's blood on the paper.

This was secretly picked up while I was in the hospital.

I folded a paper figure with this yellow mounted paper stained with He Fangbing's blood, wrote He Fangbing's birthday on the back of the paper figure, drew a talisman frame on the front and then filled in seven soul words, and recited the soul spell at the same time when filling the soul.

After filling in the mantra and reciting it at the same time, he dipped the soju on the head of the paper man, and whispered "The soul returns", and with a flick of his fingers, the paper man began to burn from the beginning.

I found a small tray to catch the burned paper ashes, buried them all in the incense burner on the windowsill, and went back to bed.

I got up early and did morning classes on time, ate the breakfast sent by He Qiangbing, and honestly stayed in the house to receive medical treatment and didn't go anywhere.

After staying like this until the afternoon, Zhang Baoshan called.

"Mr. Zhou, there has been significant progress in the case of the medical school, we are going to arrest a warlock who may have some special skills, is there anything that needs attention?"

"You'll have to tell me more specifics."

"There's a good chance that the medical student was killed by this man."

"That's the warlock who robs his life, where are you going to catch him?"

"Go to his house, according to our investigation, he hasn't been out since he came home yesterday."

"Don't knock when you enter, just break down the door and bring a big mirror in front of you."

"That's it? Don't get some rooster blood, black dog blood or something? I watched the movie play, the black dog's blood destroys the evil law or something. ”

"The boy's urine is also spiritual, do you want to prepare some?"

"Really? Do you need to get some? ”

"Captain Zhang, watch less Hong Kong movies, that's just for people to see."

Zhang Baoshan laughed and hung up the phone.

I took out Kirito and placed it on the edge of the coffee table, and then put the yellow paper-mounted figure made on the scene on the windowsill, and opened a small slit in the window.

After about ten minutes, a cold wind poured in through the crack in the window, blowing the paper figure and falling off the window sill.

I stretched out my finger and tipped at Kirito's void.

Kirito planted the coffee table headlong and fell to the ground, falling to pieces.

Lang Zhengsheng is dead.

After another half an hour, the two men who had stayed to keep an eye on me ran into the courtyard, rudely pushed the door and rushed into the house, one of them stood in front of me and stared at me, the other looked around, and even fell to the ground and looked under the sofa several times.

I sat on the recliner and didn't move, patiently waiting for the man to finish checking, and then said, "When Wei Baye accepted you as a wrestler, didn't he teach you to be polite, or did the strength of Chang Xianmen make you feel that you can be so rude to anyone." ”

The man staring at me sneered and said, "Pretending to be your horse, you have seen a lot of dogs like you......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he raised his hand and began to slap himself.

Left one, right one, crackling and crisp.

After a few fanning down, his face was swollen and high, and blood flowed out of his nostrils and mouth.

He looked horrified, but he couldn't stop.

The other wanted to come up, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he fell and grabbed.

His legs lost control, as if they had been pinned to the ground, and he didn't move.

"Go back and ask Wei Ba, does he dare to break into my Zhou Cheng's door like this. Changxianmen, it's really majestic! Get lost! ”

The one lying on the ground just got up, and ran out in a panic with his companion who kept slapping himself.

These two people dared to break in like this, on the one hand, because they were usually arrogant, and on the other hand, they were instructed by Wei Ba or Chang Xianmen.

This is a temptation to me after knowing that Lang Zheng is alive and dead.

When the Jianghu technique travels in all directions, you don't have to care about a little face, and even try to do it in order to perform the spell, you can spit on your own face, but once you open the column, you have to pick up the posture, and your face is bigger than the sky.

If I don't dare to punish these two people, it will be a manifestation of the weakness of the heart that killed Lang Zhengsheng, and then he will use this as an excuse to trouble me.

Wei Ba really didn't think of these wrestlers as people, and sent them out casually to death.

However, after this incident, I thought about getting a few wrestlers as soon as possible to fill the scene.

Being broken in casually like this, even if it can make them worse than dead, it can also have a great impact on my face.

As for the Dharma protector, there is no need to think about it.

Zhou Cheng's identity can't even be used for a year, there is no need to spend a lot of effort to maintain the Fa, it is enough for a powerful man to walk and do things.

As for the boy and girl, I don't want to be a fairy, it's completely unnecessary.

The charlatan warlock Rarian fills the scene, and generally looks for bastards on the street to show his skills.

The advantage is that these scoundrels are familiar with the land, and they are bold and reckless, as long as the money is enough, it is convenient to drive, and they can be sent to death with peace of mind.

But the disadvantage is also that these people are bold and reckless, with a warlock as a backer, they tend to act more and more arrogantly, and they are brave and ruthless without scruples, and they cause a lot of things in vain.

He Qiangbing was originally one of the candidates I booked for the wrestlers, and he could also bring in the bastards who usually played well on the street to do things for me.

But since it was decided that Ann would send him to do other things, he couldn't be used as a wrestler.

Otherwise, it will be looked at by experts, and it is easy to be suspected of setting up a situation and adding unnecessary trouble.

Then there is only another alternative.