Mysterious recovery, the world is unscientific

Chapter 42 Soul Lock Triangle Building

"Bitch, go to hell!"

Lin Xiuying bared her teeth and claws, cursing fiercely, with a completely hating attitude towards Zhang Qian.

"Whoosh!"

Before the Yin voice fell, her body trembled, and she disappeared in place in an instant.

When she reappeared, she had already flashed to Zhang Qian at lightning speed.

A pair of pale claws stretched out, Lin Xiuying grabbed Zhang Qian's neck with both claws, and lifted her body into the air.

"what!"

Zhang Qian screamed, a strong sense of suffocation came, and her face quickly turned red like blood.

At this moment, only she can see Lin Xiuying's resentful soul, and no one else can see it.

If anyone can see this scene, in the eyes of this person, Zhang Qian seems to be pinched and suspended in mid-air by some invisible force, which is weird and terrifying.

Lin Xiuying gritted her teeth, her eyes were bloodshot, "I can't escape his control, you are damned."

"The Tao is what the heavens and the earth always do, and all things are ordered to be born. Those who can get the heart of the Supreme are invisible and natural. The gods and immortals have the true way, so they can get the heart of the Supreme. Why do they meet each other? ..."

Zhang Qian's eyes were tightly closed, not affected by Lin Xiuying's ghostly cry, enduring the suffocation, and silently recited the scriptures of "Taiping Jing".

The "Taiping Jing" in her bag flew out immediately, emitting a dazzling white light.

"Hiss..."

Under the attack of white light, Lin Xiuying's spirit body let out burning hissing sounds.

"what……"

Lin Xiuying howled in pain, her claws could no longer pinch Zhang Qian's neck, so she could only let go and fly back.

"boom!"

Zhang Qian fell from mid-air to the ground with a bang, opened her mouth and panted heavily.

Stretching forward with her right hand, she crossed her right index finger and middle finger, forming an inexplicable knot.

The "Taiping Jing" seemed to be summoned by her, and immediately flew into her right hand.

Standing up from the ground, Zhang Qian held the "Taiping Jing" in her hand, and said with a gloomy face, "Didn't you always want the "Taiping Jing"? I can give it to you right now, depending on whether you have the ability to get it."

"You will kill yourself if you do many unrighteous actions, and you will be punished one day."

"I, Zhang Qian, am a good person. Unlike you, who killed so many people." Zhang Qian sneered, dismissively.

Lin Xiuying knew that Zhang Qian had the "Taiping Jing" in her hand, she could not get any more benefits, and it was useless to talk more, so she could only choose to leave quickly unwillingly.

As she disappeared, the lights in the corridor returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhang Qian calmed down, silently put the "Taiping Jing" back in her bag and put it away, then she also pretended that nothing happened, and walked straight to the ward where Huang Shanshan lived.

In the ward.

Huang Shanshan is lying on the hospital bed, drowsy.

"Tattoo..."

In the corridor outside, there was the sound of Zhang Qian's approaching high-heeled shoes.

While half-asleep and half-awake, Huang Shanshan suddenly heard Lin Xiuying's mournful and mournful humming of a ditty.

"Re-entering the mortal world is involuntary! How many times sad and how hurt!"

"How much I want to be reincarnated without suffering! It's a pity that the soul locks the triangular building!"

"what!"

The sound of the song hit her ears, Huang Shanshan woke up instantly, uttered a scream, and sat up abruptly.

While panting heavily, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, scaring her face to be as white as paper.

Just at this moment, Zhang Qian opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Huang Shanshan's terrified appearance, she quickly stepped forward and asked in concern, "Shanshan, what's wrong with you?"

"Qianqian, I just had a nightmare. A woman wearing white and red shoes with a pale face was singing in my ears. Her singing was sad and terrifying, so scary!"

"Damn Lin Xiuying, did you come here to scare you?" Zhang Qian scolded angrily.

Huang Shanshan was taken aback when she heard it, and then she realized, "Qianqian, you mean, this woman in white dress and red shoes is Lin Xiuying, the ex-wife of the third deceased Zhang Po?"

"Yes, after she was brutally tortured to death by Zhang Po, her resentment persisted and she harmed people everywhere."

"Qianqian, what should I do then? I feel like she has found me."

"Do you remember what song she sang?" Zhang Qian asked with her eyes rolling.

Huang Shanshan immediately repeated to Zhang Qian the four sad little tunes that Lin Xiuying hummed in her ear just now.

After Zhang Qian finished listening, the expression on her face didn't change much. On the contrary, she calmly took out her mobile phone and called the second grandfather in one call.

At this time, Zhang Tiande was still looking up Taoist classics with Wang Hao in the Book Collection Pavilion in the Taoist temple in the southwest mountain area.

After receiving a call from Zhang Qian, he asked, "How is it, are Huang Shanshan and the others feeling better?"

"Second Grandpa, their situation has improved a lot. How is your investigation going?"

"There is nothing to gain. Firstly, there are too many Taoist classics, and secondly, there are too many types of mantras in the mantra. I can't find out why." Zhang Tiande replied helplessly.

Zhang Qian changed the subject, "Second Grandpa, the female ghost Lin Xiuying came to Shang Shanshan just now, and she was still humming a little song in Shanshan's ear. One sentence was 'It's a pity that the soul is locked in the triangular building'. I think this may be her intention. Give us clues."

"Soul lock triangular building?"

"Yes, maybe if we find the triangular building where her resentful soul is locked, we will be able to find a way to break the curse!" Zhang Qian guessed on her own.

The phone immediately became quiet.

After a full two or three seconds, Zhang Tiande said, "Okay, then you wait for us in the hospital, and we will be right back."

"Okay, be careful yourself." Zhang Qian replied indifferently.

After finishing the words, she hung up the phone, put away the phone, and continued to comfort Huang Shanshan.

Xishan Taoist Temple, Zangshu Pavilion.

After Zhang Tiande put away the phone, there was no smile on his old face, replaced by a look of doubt and solemnity.

Wang Hao stood beside him, and said with a strange smile, "How about senior? Let me just say that Zhang Qian is interesting, right? We've been searching here so hard that we can't even find a single clue. The hospital can find such important clues for us in one go, she is indeed powerful enough."

"It shouldn't be! She is indeed my granddaughter Zhang Qian. With my skills, can I still be wrong? But her current growth rate is indeed a bit surprising."

Zhang Tiande stretched out his hand to touch his chin, muttering to himself.

Regarding Zhang Qian's obvious change, he was both puzzled and somewhat relieved.

After all, he had always hoped that Zhang Qian could take over the Taoist mantle of the Zhang family. Now that she has grown so obviously, it can be regarded as a good thing.

"Crench!"

And just when Zhang Tiande was thinking this way, there was a creaking sound from the door of Zangshu Pavilion.

An old man in a yellow robe stepped in from the door.

(End of this chapter)