Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 140 The matter is finally over, Meizi Huang Shiyu

Up to now, Luo Yi has dealt with four evil spirits, but it is not over yet, because the most powerful and weirdest evil spirit is still staring at Luo Yi.

Luo Yi was tense because he knew that the next fatal attack would come soon.

The reason why this evil ghost is difficult to deal with is that, like Luo Yi, it has the ability to restart. Once the two parties exchange the curse of mortal death, they will immediately restart themselves to complete the elimination of the damage.

On the other hand, its ghost domain ability is slightly stronger than the current Luo Yi, making it almost impossible for Luo Yi to find its traces easily!

Not found means that the attack cannot be initiated actively, and restarting means that the attack is invalid!

This is almost an insoluble problem!

But Luo Yi already had an idea in his mind, but the price he paid this time might be more valuable than a surrogate doll!
"Luo Qian, Luo Qian, this time I've lost money to my grandma's house. If you don't pay me enough, I'll dig up your grave after you die!" Luo Yi felt ruthless in his heart.

Before the next fatal curse came, Luo Yi took out a pale and cold candle.

This is the research result of the headquarters, the white ghost candle!

"Since you can't find it, then let you come out by yourself!" Luo Yi lit it, and the faint fire flickered, what it brought was not warm heat, but the coldness and eerieness like the twelfth lunar month!

Under the candlelight, shrouded in blood, shadows gradually emerged, and groups of weird patterns on the ground were distorted, wriggling as if evil spirits were about to come out of their cages, choosing to devour people!

On the edge of flickering gray and blood, a dead figure without legs appeared.

Huang Sanshui was wearing a bright red Tang suit, his face was dry and black, the dead people's unique stiffness and spots were all over the place, the corners of his mouth were split horizontally, he seemed to be crying but not crying, smiling but not smiling.

Seeing this old man again, Luo Yi calmed down in this life-and-death confrontation, the anger and fear on his face disappeared, leaving only boundless indifference and cruelty.

Huang Sanshui's body was fluttering, even in Luo Yi's ghost domain, he was still swimming freely like a slippery fish, reaching a distance of tens of feet in the blink of an eye.

Raising his hand, the spirit was triggered, and Luo Yi was disembowelled again.

Stretching out his hand, a beating heart appeared in that withered black hand with a stench of corpse.

Luo Yi still kept his expression unchanged, with five fingers on his left hand spread out, a ray of spirit flew towards the distance, holding down the handle of the Ghost Slaying Knife with his right hand, he pulled out this terrifying and ominous Tang Knife in an instant.

"Split!"

Amidst the blood splashing all over the sky, the characteristics of the Ghost Slaying Saber erupted at the same time, and the turbulent spirit like a wave rose from the sky like a huge wave, venting out!

Huang San's water surface did not change, and his whole body was normal!

Chop crooked?
Do not!
A crazy sneer appeared on Luo Yi's face. He didn't intend to deal with Huang Sanshui in front of him at all, but the evil ghost lying on the ground not far away!

That evil spirit entrenched in the legs!
At this moment, that leg was cut into two by Luo Yi, but the bloody coffin nail on his thigh disappeared strangely.

"puff!"

The hard object penetrated the flesh, Luo Yi extinguished the white ghost candle in his hand, and chose to restart himself.

Huang Sanshui's dark and numb pupils in front of him slowly closed, and the corners of his grinning mouth gradually closed, returning to the peaceful appearance when Luo Yi first saw him.

Call ~
Luo Yi let go of the five fingers of his left hand, and a rusty coffin nail fell from midair with Huang Sanshui.

Swish!With two more stabs, Luo Yi cut Huang Sanshui's remaining body apart and imprisoned them one by one.

"It's a pity that this coffin nail will be nailed to him like this!" Luo Yi sighed.

This evil ghost's ghost realm is extremely deep, and it can restart again. Once the coffin nail is pulled out, it will immediately recover.

It was so fierce that Luo Yi couldn't even sacrifice it.

"Fortunately, I got a lot of ghost money, so it's not a waste of time. Go back and ask that old guy Luo Qian to reimburse the rest. There is a coffin nail in front of his door, and he will pull it out when the time comes." Already!" Luo Yi thought.

"Brother Luo, are you ready? The incense has burned out?" The little girl outside the door, Huang Shiyu, said timidly, as if she was afraid of affecting Luo Yi's handling, and deliberately lowered her voice.

But from her voice, Luo Yi heard worry and fear!
"Too bad, Huang Sanshui has already been chopped into pieces by me, how can I explain to her now."

Luo Yi looked at the ground, um, there is still one and a half legs left.

A complete person asked him to deal with the funeral, but it turned out to be a broken body.

"I don't know this result, can this little girl like Huang Shiyu accept it?" Luo Yi hesitated.

"Brother Luo?" Huang Shiyu's voice came again.

At the door, Huang Shiyu was holding three incense sticks with only wooden sticks left in his hand. He leaned against the door with his small body, listening to the voice inside, with a worried expression on his face.

"Forget it, let's do it!" Luo Yi sighed, he had tried his best.

"Ro"

"Come in, it's been dealt with." Luo Yi said calmly.

squeak~
Huang Shiyu pushed the door open, trotted to the altar, and burst into tears with just one glance, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Let's see your grandpa for the last time!" Luo Yi patted her on the shoulder, turned around and walked out, leaving her a private space.

Huang Shiyu knelt down on the ground, lying next to the coffin. At this moment, the coffin was half-open, and Huang Sanshui was lying quietly inside, his expression as usual, without the fierce and strange appearance before, as if he was not dead, but asleep.

Stable, calm, peaceful, reminding us of yesterday!
"Doing good deeds shouldn't count as cheating, right?" Luo Yi at the door said softly, Huang Sanshui had already been cut to pieces, and what was inside was just a scene from Luo Yi's ghost realm.

After a while, the crying inside gradually became smaller, and in the end it was just a low sob.

Huang Shiyu was talking in a low voice, Luo Yi didn't have the habit of eavesdropping, but he thought it was nothing more than words to comfort the dead as well as the living.

"Brother Luo, I have already said goodbye to grandpa, and I will trouble you for the next thing." Huang Shiyu bowed obediently and thanked Luo Yi.

"I may not be able to hold a funeral for him," Luo Yi hesitated.

Normally, after a person dies, ritual ceremonies are held to commemorate and mourn the souls of the dead, but Luo Yi
"It doesn't matter. Grandpa said before he was alive that everything should be kept simple, and that it is good to rest in peace. Besides, I don't have any relatives or friends in my family." Huang Shiyu murmured.

It was only then that Luo Yi remembered that the Huang family had been passed down for hundreds of years, and no one had come to mourn until now, so it was obviously not suitable for such events.

"Death is the most important thing, so let your grandfather's burial be safe." Luo Yi turned and went inside, holding the coffin with one hand, and pulling Huang Shiyu with the other, and came to a high mountain in the blink of an eye.

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful here, how about letting your grandfather rest here?" Luo Yi asked.

Huang Shiyu raised his pretty face and looked around. There were green grass around, and the environment was quiet. There were no signs of farming or cooking smoke. The two of them were standing under a plum tree.

Peaches nourish people, apricots hurt people, and people are buried under plum trees. In Luo Yi's opinion, the feng shui here is very good.

"Listen to Brother Luo." Huang Shiyu nodded.

Luo Yi used Huang Quan to make a tomb for Huang Sanshui.

There is a breeze in the mountains, the leaves of the plum trees are rustling, and a small person on the ground kowtows and bids farewell.

Saying goodbye to Huang Sanshui, Luo Yi took Huang Shiyu back to Huang's house.

"Your grandfather's situation is special and it is not suitable for worship, so this is for you, as a reminder for you!" Luo Yi handed over a spiritual tablet with Huang Sanshui's name and birthday on it.

"Thank you, Brother Luo!" Huang Shiyu took the spirit tablet and hugged it tightly in front of him.

"The matter is over, I should go too, can you be alone?" Luo Yi looked at Huang Shiyu and said.

"I can do it," Huang Shiyu bit his lips, and wiped a couple of them on his face indiscriminately with his hands, his eye circles were red, and there was a touch of determination in his clear eyes that was different from ordinary people.

"That's good, see you later!" Luo Yi nodded, turned and walked along the alley!

Walking to the corner, Luo Yi felt something, and turned his head from afar.

The sky was gloomy, the catkins fluctuated in the cold wind, and the continuous drizzle was flying. In the bitter rain, a small figure stood by the door, his eyes were helpless, and the tears on his face were still wet
Yichuan Tobacco, the city is full of wind, and the plums are yellow and rainy!

"I was born in June, when the plums are ripe and the plum rains are falling."

Luo Yi suddenly felt a touch in his heart, as if a certain emotion was slowly returning.

"This child..." Luo Yi pondered for a moment in the rain, and then took out the ghost money obtained from Huang Sanshui's coffin.

"Forget it, even though you are dead, I don't want to take your money for nothing!"

Luo Yi sighed helplessly, and strode back against the heavy rain.

(End of this chapter)