The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 401
In the silence, Wuying's curious voice suddenly came from beside his ears, "Is she the master's relative?"

This time, Shen Tangluo didn't respond until he got out of Fuyuan Pagoda.

Her eyes were cold, and she stood motionless on the nine-story tower, looking far away at the bustling city at dusk.

"Since the master is so worried, why don't you put all these souls in ghost dreams?"

Shen Tang's brows and eyes were stained with a touch of helplessness, and he glanced at it, "Easier said than done?"

"All of them have been imprisoned. They are extraordinary souls. If they don't let go of their resentment, they will never be able to leave the domain of Fuyuan Pagoda."

Last time, her ghost control technique was restrained, and she accidentally got restrained, and was trapped by ghosts and dragged into the ancient well.

Now, she is still not fully sure that she can control the resentful souls sealed under the tower.

Shen Tangluo's thoughts gradually came back, "And Guimeng... can't contain them."

Hearing this, Wuying drooped his eyelids in despair, and sighed, "Is it only possible to be trapped in this dark place? Their ghost lives are so pitiful."

Although Wuying is a ghost, it is not the soul after death.

It is a kind of contract soul bred by Shen Tangluo's cultivation base to reach the realm of ghost descending, gathering the nine qi of heaven and earth.

Similar to the eight major cultivation systems of the Ancient Mysterious Realm, the awakened natal spirit beasts of the lineage of the beast master belong to the life system.

But it is also very different from those spirit beasts, it has no real form on the outside, and it can empathize with the souls of the dead who have not yet passed away in the world.

At this moment, its childish sympathy overflowed again.

Shen Tangluo had a very headache.

This little guy himself may not be much freer than them, and he still has the time to care about others.

She frowned lightly, looked Wuying up and down with a look of disgust, and said flatly: "Little rascal, your combat power hasn't improved much, but you have learned to be sympathetic to all living beings first?"

Wuying saw through the nature of his master early in the morning, and said angrily: "Doesn't the master also want to save them?"

Shen Tangluo's eyes fell on it lightly, and he asked with interest: "You know again?"

"Of course," Wuying raised his chin, put his fat hands on his hips with a ghostly face, "I know a lot."

For example, its owner is a little girl who is hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

Shen Tang's face darkened, and he said quietly: "I want to accompany them, but it's too late to send you in now."

Wuying trembled for a moment, and pitifully begged for mercy, "Master, I was wrong."

Shen Tangluo: "..."

"That's not right," Wuying's small face wrinkled into a ball, "They are destined not to come out, and they can't do harm to anyone? Why did the master set up another soul-sealing restriction?"

Shen Tangluo walked down the stone steps step by step, his cold voice echoed in the dark mist.

"They can't get out, but they can manipulate mystical practitioners who don't have strong willpower to use for themselves, and then wreak havoc in the world and bring disaster to the common people."

This is the truth about the fact that Nangong Group has been going to Licheng for decades.

Before, Fuyuan Pagoda was not only guarded by ferocious and bloodthirsty monsters and medicine spirits, but also imprisoned by countless magic circles.

It's just that she and Yun Si's intrusion killed the Gusi medicine spirit and the skeleton monster, and broke the magic circle set up by Nangong Qun.

Therefore, she had no choice but to set up a soul-sealing restriction.

After all, no one can foresee what will happen on the night of offering sacrifices to the moon?
She can only try her best, don't ask about fortune and misfortune.

There are still two hours before the Moon Sacrifice Ceremony, and Shangli City is safe and sound.

After she has completely survived the catastrophe of the previous life, she should also go back to Qishao Mountain for retreat.

Shen Tangluo looked up at the sky, and an imperceptible coldness flashed across his eyes.

The Mid-Autumn Festival feast was almost over, she didn't make any noise, the empress must have breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)