Chapter 373 Real Purpose
After the soul-calling incense was lit, it emitted white smoke, accompanied by a strange aroma. The white smoke did not disperse, but became more intense.
Smoke filled the air, and the figure of a one-eyed old man appeared.
There is no doubt that this one-eyed old man is He Liansheng, the spiritual summoner in Taiping Ancient Town.
A phantom voice sounded: "You lit my soul-calling incense. Tell me, what do you need me to do for you?"
He Liansheng looked at the surrounding environment and saw a flash of surprise on his face when he saw Tang Yerong, who was recovering from the ghost.
Liang Xingyang handed over the wooden comb and said without hesitation: "This is the relic of Zhang Youhong, the ghost master of the Republic of China. I need you to summon her soul."
The Seven Elders of the Republic of China Among them, Zhang Youhong may not be the strongest, but his supernatural methods must be the most comprehensive.
The black wall ghost is blocking everything around it, and Yin Yang Street has turned from illusion into reality. If it cannot be dealt with, the collapse of the situation may officially begin from this moment.
Yang Jian should have been responsible for handling all this, but he turned into a statue.
"I'll give it a try!"
He Linsheng became serious. Without hesitation or hesitation, he immediately used his spiritual power on the wooden comb.
With the faint red light, an illusory figure with a graceful and voluptuous figure wearing red high heels quickly emerged.
"Tap tap tap~"
On the other side, after Li Gui dealt with Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang, he slowly wandered over and looked at Liang Xingyang with a pair of empty and numb eyes without any emotion of a living person. Look at He Liansheng.
In the gray-white pupils, a horrifying gaze fell, as if an ordinary person was being stared at by an extremely terrifying ghost. A creepy feeling came over him, and an invisible petrifying curse fell from the air.
Liang Xingyang reacted quickly and turned his head to avoid looking at each other.
However, a layer of rich stone gray still appeared on the skin, and all the limb joints on the body became numb and stiff, as if countless gray-white sights were wrapped around the body.
Not only is the supernatural power in his body suppressed, the curse is also rapidly turning his body to stone.
“Plop, plop, plop…”
The frequency of the ghost's heart beat faster and faster, sending him a severe warning. The scarlet blood in his body flowed faster, constantly taking away the terrible curse.
The rich lime color is fading.
But He Liansheng's situation is not good. Under the strong supernatural interference of the curse, the white smoke emitted by the soul-calling incense is becoming thinner and scattered.
He Liansheng's illusory figure swayed involuntarily, and the spiritual summoning in his hand was temporarily interrupted. The body in the smoke became blurred, and the faint red light on the side also dimmed.
The enchanting woman in the red light did not step out, but gradually disappeared into nothingness.
He Liansheng said solemnly: "I'm going to disappear."
As an old soul-caller in Taiping Ancient Town, he has been trying his best to maintain the supernatural power of soul-calling. If the scene were replaced by a new spiritualist named He Yin'er, the spiritual summoning would have failed due to strong supernatural interference.
“Not lost yet!”
Liang Xingyang took a deep breath, quickly took out a slender red candle, and blew into the wick.
Huh.
The candles were lit.
The weird candlelight swayed in the dim environment, reflecting on his expressionless face, revealing a strange weirdness.
"A candle that can isolate the evil ghost's murderous pattern, I hope it can help us tide over the difficulties."
Suddenly, Liang Xingyang felt that the candlelight was a bit dazzling, as if it was smoked, and he couldn't bear it. I couldn't help but cover my eyes with my hands.
The strange candlelight shone on the face of the terrifying old man. The old man's eyes seemed unable to adapt and he turned his head stiffly.
"Useful!"
Liang Xingyang couldn't help but feel excited, and held the slender candle tightly with his palms.
However, the scarlet flames began to expand in an unreasonable way, and then began to burn violently, very fast.
The unused candle began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly burned by one-half.
This represents a terrible signal. To erase the murderous pattern of the ghost in front of you, the consumption of candles is terrifying.
Perhaps the burning speed is calculated based on the terrifying degree of the ghost, but this is also incredible enough.
But lit candles do work wonders.
The old man stood motionless at first, then slowly turned around. A certain killing pattern for them seemed to have been erased, and the ghost was wandering away in another direction.
He Liansheng came back to his senses, took a deep look at Liang Xingyang, and immediately tried his best to use his soul-calling powers.
Soon.
As the faint red light gradually became thicker, Zhang Youhong, who was very similar to Sister Hong, with a vague smile on her beautiful face, slowly stepped out of the red light.
Zhang Youhong, who had summoned the spirit, turned her head to look at Tang Yerong, who had revived the ghost, with an expression of surprise on his almost perfect face.
Liang Xingyang turned his head slightly and looked at Zhang Youhong, and said quickly: "Help me deal with this ghost! Otherwise, if Yin Yang Street is located in Dajing City, the domestic situation will be over."
"Yes. You guys, Liang Xingyang and the old spiritualist from Taiping Ancient Town." Zhang Youhong took his time. Youyou sighed, "I owe a favor, and I can't rest in peace even if I die. He Liansheng, if I help you this time, it can be considered as repaying the favor of Taiping Ancient Town."
He Liansheng sighed, this is a must. The price he had to pay, he was mentally prepared before sending out his soul-calling incense.
The dead souls all have their own thoughts. If the dead souls you invite do not want to think about it, they will have their own thoughts. If you help the spiritual caller, then there is nothing the spiritual caller can do.
If forced, some souls may not pay attention, and some extreme ones may be attacked.
In order to get He Yin'er's body back, Taiping Ancient Town paid a bit too much.
Liang Xingyang said anxiously: "Sorry to trouble you."
"Don't underestimate Tang Yerong, he is very difficult to deal with."
Zhang Youhong narrowed her eyes.
The next moment, she showed fierce intent.
In an instant.
A few puppets appeared next to her, working in pairs to change each other's appearance and dress up their bodies, and several figures gradually appeared.
Luo Qian's eyes were dark and pupilless, his body was covered in mud, and he exuded an aura of decay. Meng Xiaodong is carrying a basket like a village woman. Wearing a black gown, Luo Wensong looked lifeless, and Li Qingzhi was tall and burly.
The four people lined up and walked towards Tang Yerong, who was recovering from the ghost.
Tang Yerong's corpse stopped for a moment, turned its head 180 degrees, and suddenly stared at the four attacking puppets.
Immediately, the four puppets took action, and the terrifying supernatural beings from the Republic of China period suddenly appeared.
The old man's figure seemed to be erased, dimmed slightly, as if he had been replaced, and a vague and strange old woman appeared next to him.
Then a tall and burly figure enveloped him, covering him with a layer of dark shadow like ink, snatching control of his body and supernatural powers.
The surrounding light dimmed, as if a lamp suddenly went out. The sound of creaking doors came from all directions in the darkness, and dozens of fatal curses struck.
An old grave appeared at his feet. The grave soil covered the old man’s mouth and eyebrows and quickly swallowed him up.
The four weird puppets tried their best, but with the emergence of many supernatural phenomena, the surrounding area fell into a dead silence, and there was no more movement.
In less than ten seconds, a bunch of lonely new graves were left in the original location.
Liang Xingyang stared at the grave in shock and confusion.
Although each puppet only possesses 60% of the supernatural power that he had during his lifetime, Tang Yerong, who had revived as a ghost, was actually helpless in the hands of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China and was easily buried in the grave. He was a little surprised.
But the strange thing is that Zhang Youhong did not stop the attack, and weird puppets continued to appear around him.
Three minutes later.
Liang Xingyang saw an incredible scene.
The black, dirty and smelly tomb soil gradually became filled with a layer of rich lime color. The handfuls of grave soil were petrified, turning from a new tomb into a stone tomb.
A lifeless old man wearing a black vest walked stiffly out of the stone tomb.
But the next second.
Four more puppets walked over. There was no doubt that there was a new tomb next to the stone tomb.
He Liansheng said: "I only have one stick of incense. Zhang Youhong, I have even less time left for you. Use whatever means you have as soon as possible."
Zhang Youhong glanced at him coldly. One glance: "We are the top ghost masters of the same era, do you think it is so easy to deal with him?"
The meaning of this sentence definitely does not refer to the top ghost masters in modern times, but to the Republic of China period. Ghost controllers who have basically reached the top level have no weaknesses in front of the supernatural. It's easy to defeat, but almost impossible to imprison.
"I'll help you deal with Tang Yerong, but I can't do anything to invade the supernatural land of reality." Zhang Youhong immediately came up with a solution after observing the black wall around him.
The next moment.
Another row of puppets appeared, but they ignored the new graves that were gradually being petrified, and walked towards a black wall.
The sound of crowds of people echoed in the silent corridor. The puppet team understood, and they all reached out and pushed down the black walls, creating a passage forcibly.
This time.
The scary old man slowly walked out of the stone tomb again.
However, he was immediately surrounded by tall and burly puppets, covered with black shadows, holding Tang Yerong's body with great strength, and left majestically towards the opened passage.
Liang Xingyang asked: "Where do you want to take this ghost?"
Yinyang Street is always a big problem in reality. If even Zhang Youhong can't solve it, then he can't figure it out Is there any other way to deal with this matter?
Zhang Youhong smiled and said: "I can't imprison this ghost, but that doesn't mean others can't. I will send it to the ancient house."
"By the way, I leave this knife to you."< br>
The carving knife in Tang Yerong's hand was taken away by the puppet man and thrown to Liang Xingyang.
Liang Xingyang ducked sideways, he did not dare to be injured in the slightest by this knife.
“As for how to solve Yin Yang Street!”
Zhang Youhong glanced at He Liansheng with a smile, without saying anything, swaying her waist, her red high heels stepping on the old moldy black wall, and her bright cheongsam gradually faded away.
In the smoke, He Liansheng looked at Liang Xingyang with no expression on his face and said nothing.
Most of the soul-calling incense has been burned, and his time is running out.
“…”
Liang Xingyang frowned, thinking about the answer Zhang Youhong left.
Suddenly.
He thought of something.
He Liansheng just followed his own wishes and attracted Zhang Youhong's soul.
But within the time of burning incense, he can actually attract the soul of another person, or even more souls. This is the true purpose of the soul-calling incense!
(End of this chapter)