It took another half an hour for Li Yunxin to digest all the wish power before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly let go of his legs, and when they were no longer numb or painful, he went down to the ground little by little. I took off my soaked and dry clothes, opened the large mahogany box with brass edges, and found something clean to wear.

He and Liu Laodao are similar in height, and they are about the same fat and thin. Liu Laodao's robe, he also fits it well.

There was no light in the room, only a faint moonlight. However, the body of a cultivator has also been tempered with spiritual power, and most of them are deaf and clear-sighted. Therefore, Li Yunxin can see clearly without lighting the lamp, not to mention that the lamp is not too bright, not to mention, there is still a smell of smoke and fire in the house, so he can't adapt to it so far.

I poured another cup of herbal tea and drank it. If you don't quench your thirst, lift the teapot and drink it with your head up.

When I looked up, I saw the window.

The next mouthful of water choked on his lungs, and the teapot clattered to the ground, and he was so frightened that he struck from head to toe - what the hell?!

He's not afraid of ghosts. But no matter how bold a person is, he can't help but suddenly see such a scene.

Because the room was dark, the shadows outside the window were especially visible. A figure, head down and body up, was lying at the window! Her long hair was hanging down and fluttering slightly.

This shadow, which is lighter than ordinary shadows, seems to be a little translucent. But Li Yunxin could also see its movements clearly - it was grabbing the window paper, as if it wanted to come in.

"it......" Li Yunxin stood firm, and stared at that thing with round eyes.

He knew it might be a ghost.

Except for the illusion made by the kitten demon he saw in the woods before, this was the first time he had seen a ghost. I've encountered ghosts before, but I can only feel that it's a yin spirit like a cat demon. But it's the first time I've seen it.

For practitioners, the existence of ghosts is certain. If you want to see ghosts, you naturally have a way to use special potions or cultivate some kind of supernatural powers to open the eyes of heaven. But the question is, who would be unhappy with nothing to do this?

The spiritual power of the cultivators can already feel and locate them. No one can't think of it, but they have to look at all kinds of tragic things that stop before death.

However, at the moment, Li Yunxin felt that he had indeed seen it.

This is a temple!

Not to mention why he suddenly saw a ghost - what the hell couldn't think about it and ran to the temple?!

He was stunned for a while, but walked to the door and opened the door. Pushing the door open and looking to the side, the female ghost happened to turn her face to look at him.

There are no facial features on the face. His body was covered in blood. He straightened his neck in an extremely strange posture and looked at him carefully.

Li Yunxin looked into the courtyard again and saw Liu Laodao who fell to the ground. He ignored the ghost, hurriedly walked to Liu Laodao's side and squatted down, picked up his hand and checked the pulse.

Liu Laodao has four out of fifty this year. In this day and age, it should be an old man who has a great-grandson. If it were an ordinary person at this age and so shocked, he would not be able to afford to be sick and die if he couldn't say it. But fortunately, although he is a painter in the world, he also practices some methods of refining qi, and his health is far better than that of ordinary people.

Take the pulse, the body is fine, just faint.

Only then did Li Yunxin notice the oily paper bag in his hand, and when he opened it, he saw that it was sauced beef.

So a strange emotion arose in his heart. Because he knew it was probably for himself.

This is in addition to the parents of this world...... The third person who is "good" to himself?

I was in a bit of a trance for a while. Due to some experiences in his previous life, Li Yunxin could not deeply understand such a thing as "kindness". In this life, although he can feel it and accept it, he goes further...... It's harder.

After all, in the previous life, it was ......

Thinking of these things, his chest was irritable, and he didn't think about it.

He stood up with the oiled paper bag in his left hand, twisted a piece of beef and chewed it carefully, looked up and asked the ghost, "What are you looking for me?"

The ghost was still lying on the window at this time, but his neck was twisted at a strange angle, and he still had a faceless face facing him, dangling slightly, as if he was looking at it repeatedly to confirm something.

Li Yunxin was a little impatient. He has a way of dealing with this kind of ghost - even if this one is a special one.

After death, the soul of a person will be snatched away by the black and white Yan Jun - the two Yan Jun have great magical powers, and it is not difficult to incarnate into billions. But in some special cases, the ghost will temporarily stop entering the cycle and linger in the world.

In general, the oni retains the appearance of the moment before death. But if something takes possession of the corpse after death, the ghost becomes a faceless ghost.

He was now able to use some spiritual power. Although it is impossible to fully exert the strength of the transformation realm, as a professional "Danqing Taoist" who is an artistic conception or imaginary realm, he is far from being comparable to those painters of artistic conception and imaginary realm in the world.

At that moment, he put his two fingers together and drew a void in the air, and he used his spiritual power to construct a prohibition. If you flick your wrist slightly, you can make this ghost suffer well.

Ghosts are not people. No matter how shrewd and sophisticated he was in life, he became a ghost and was muddy. After all, there is a divine soul in life, and a part of the divine soul is hidden in the natal body. The body is gone, the soul is damaged, and the natural spirit is also lost a lot. Therefore, if you want to communicate happily with these ghosts, most of the time you have to make them suffer a little like taming a wild beast before they can speak obediently.

But, when his finger was about to pop out, Li Yunxin noticed the faceless ghost's forehead-

It's a little red.

His heart skipped a beat, and he thought of Qiao Jiaxin's death that night.

was hit on the forehead by a swordsman's sword.

Look at the blood on her body...... Isn't it just a bloodstain between the abdomen?

Be...... Jo Jiaxin's ghost.

That day was really not a random dream, but a real dream to see the black and white Yan Jun. The two Yan Jun said that he was like a person who "killed the Senluo Palace" a thousand years ago, so they left in a hurry, and said that if they had something to do with him, their souls would not be restricted.

It's really uninhibited.

He quickly loosened the simple prohibition between his fingers: "Are you ...... Qiao Jiaxin: Is it Qiao Jiaxin?"

But after asking this question, the ghost was suddenly stunned. Then it threw its head up, looked north, and then crawled to the back of the house with its hands and feet, and with a speed that made its hair stand on end.

Li Yunxin hurriedly shouted: "You wait!"

Speaking of spiritual power, one jumped on the roof. But looking at the back of the house, there are only three or four rows of early spring vegetables, and there is no ghost.

At this time, although the city was big, it couldn't be compared with the "big city" of the world he used to be. Recently, the weather has been relatively dry, there is no pollution, and the visibility is very good. In addition, he had excellent eyesight because of his cultivation, so when he stood on this rooftop and turned his head to glance in the direction where the ghost was looking just now, he found that there were dots of fire outside the city.

The light of the fire was very faint, and it should have been very far away. Probably on the outskirts of the city, there were places where peasants lived.

Someone lit a torch on a night like this, maybe something happened, someone died, or a thief or something.

Li Yunxin didn't know if the firelight had anything to do with the ghost's departure, so he sighed slightly and jumped off the house.

Maybe again, he thought.