The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 54
Qiao Yimo dragged Fu Moshen to Zhang Jin. "Tell me, what do we need to do?"

Zhang Jin instantly beamed with joy, and took out a pocket, "Just leave a little blood on this!"

Fu Moshen nodded, lightly pricked his finger, and sprinkled blood on the pocket.

Zhang Jin was also unambiguous, and directly muttered some incantations, and saw that the pocket instantly shone brightly, and a suction force appeared from the mouth of the pocket, sucking all the nearby ghosts into it.

Zhang Jin tightened his pockets in a calm manner, put them away, and turned his head to stare at Fu Moshen enviously. This was an ordinary magic weapon, but it was processed by Fu Moshen to play a hundredfold role.

Qiao Yimo watched him suck the soul away like a vacuum cleaner, and was very curious, "What's the matter with these ghosts? Why don't they go to the underworld?"

"These wronged souls cannot be reincarnated before their yang life is over. They can only wander between yin and yang, and they can enter reincarnation after their lifespan is reached. Generally, these souls are not hindered, so the underworld is not controlled.

But for some reason, these ghosts suddenly became angry.It has already affected the normal order of the yin and yang worlds, so ghost messengers must come to collect them. " Zhang Jin replied.

So he became that unlucky ghost messenger who was temporarily sent to work overtime.

Qiao Yimo's heart sank, and the reason for her soaring resentment was naturally that she was killed.

What did that Song Wenze do to kill so many people, and they were all people whose lifespan had not yet expired, that is, they shouldn't have died.

The young ghost could have lived to be 80 or 50 years old, because Song Wenze became a lonely wild ghost at a young age, and he couldn't go to reincarnation.

This is a crime.

"These people are likely to be killed by that person." Qiao Yimo pointed to the apartment not far away, which was surrounded by resentment just now, and now that the grievances have been collected, it has returned to normal.

"Him?" Zhang Jin's eyes flickered slightly, with some doubts.

Qiao Yimo nodded silently, "As for the overwhelming resentment, it's probably because Fu Mo broke Song Wenze's barrier before, which made the ghosts discover the culprit and came to revenge one after another."

Zhang Jin suddenly realized, "It's no wonder that many people who have reached the end of their lifespan recently have not died. It turns out that those who deserved to die did not die, and those who didn't deserve to die died."

This is all right, the judges will no longer be so anxious to pull their hair out!

Zhang Jin thought about this, but frowned slightly. Where did this Song Wenze come from? He has such a great ability to keep the dying alive, but can take the life of the dying person?

Fu Mo frowned deeply, and also sensed that something was wrong, "Why does the Underworld know that someone died in vain, but still ignores someone who deserves to die?"

Zhang Jin was at a loss for words for a while, this kind of thing is not something that he, a little underworld messenger, can decide. There is a judge, there are ten palaces of Yama on it, and His Highness Yan Jun is in charge of it, no matter what. Come to him to accuse.

"Why aren't you talking?" Fu Mo cast a cold glance at Zhang Jin and asked.

"This question is a secret of the underworld. It's better for you people to know less about it. It won't do you any harm to listen to me."

Qiao Yimo and Fu Moshen looked at each other. This answer was basically saying or not saying, but seeing Zhang Jin's embarrassed look, he knew that even if he continued to press the question, there would be no result.

Zhang Jin seemed to be afraid that they would ask something that he couldn't answer, so he quickly took out several pockets.

Fu Moshen also donated a lot of blood, and only then did he truly confiscate the grieving ghosts surrounding Song Wenze's house.

Seeing that Fu Moshen's face was a little pale, and the smell of blood on his body was even stronger, Qiao Yimo felt a little distressed, and hurried forward to support him.

"Okay, go to my place." Fu Moshen's lips turned pale, but he did not forget their previous agreement.

The three of them returned to Fu Moshen's apartment and cleared out an empty room for Zhang Jin to use.

Zhang Jin's method is somewhat similar to that of the greasy uncle before, but obviously more proficient. He shook his fingers slightly, and simply made a magic circle on his chest.

Qiao Yimo held his breath and stared at the room, waiting for the ghost of Qiao's father to appear.

But after a while, there was no response.

"Huh?" Zhang Jin asked in confusion, and Qiao Yimo nervously leaned forward, "What's wrong?"

"The person you're looking for... can't get out." Zhang Jin was also a little unbelievable, as if it was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"How could this be?" Qiao Yimo was a little dumbfounded.

Zhang Jin didn't answer her, he frowned and quickly formed another magic circle in his hand.

Fu Mo held Qiao Yimo in his arms, and gently patted Qiao Yimo's back to comfort her. Qiao Yimo looked up at his lowered jaw, yearning for the warmth and sense of security in him.

"I see." Zhang Jin had a little sweat on his forehead, turned his head and saw the two of them cuddling together, and rolled his big eyes.

Qiao Yimo hurried forward, "What's the matter?"

"The person you are looking for is trapped. It should be something like a magic weapon. You must find that magic weapon to rescue the soul!"

"You can't rescue him directly?" Qiao Yimo's heart trembled slightly and he panicked for a while.

"No, if I force him to come out, he will definitely follow me to the underworld, and there is no possibility of being rescued. His lifespan is not over, and he can still live if he is retrieved as soon as possible before his body decays."

Zhang Jin helplessly spread his hands, and what he said made Qiao Yimo even more worried.

"Then he is trapped in the magic weapon, will his soul fly away?"

Zhang Jin didn't answer this question directly, but fell silent and took a deep look at Qiao Yimo, which was enough to make Qiao Yimo tremble with fear.

What exactly took Master Qiao's soul away?
"As the messenger of the underworld, it is inconvenient for me to intervene in this matter. If you really want to save someone, you should go to the Mu family." Zhang Jin reminded in a deep voice.

Qiao Yimo sighed inwardly, Mu Yunxi is not in the country, even if he can come back immediately, it will probably be dozens of hours later, it is really hard to say what kind of variables will happen during this period. .

"There is one more thing you should pay attention to." Zhang Jin looked at Song Wenze's house.

"The smell of blood on that doctor's body is very strong. You should be careful when you come into contact with him. He is obviously a living person, but he has a strong ghostly aura."

"Have you ever seen such a person? Why is he like this?" Fu Moshen's eyes flickered and his body was tense, appearing a little nervous.

Zhang Jin shook his head, "I haven't seen it before, but I guess he can reverse life and death as an ordinary person, and he may have a very powerful magic weapon."

(End of this chapter)