I am the Tai Sui Xian in the world

6 Blood Sacrifice

"So, the black shadow controlled by Wu Muzi is called the wandering soul?"

In the private room, the conversation between Li Xingsui and Lan Qingqing continued.

"Yes," Lan Qingqing nodded, while eating the dinner that Hesai and Li Xingsui brought back from the dining car, with a round face as bulging as a hamster.

"Let me tell you, after dinner, let's run away."

"Although you are very powerful, even wandering spirits can't hurt you."

"But that Wu Muzi is a member of the Lisheng Association! Maybe there are some other magic arts."

"You have caused him such a big loss, and he will never give up. This kind of person is most dangerous when he hides in the dark."

Lan Qingqing looked serious. She really wanted to drag Li Xingsui along and run away together.

It's not that she doesn't want to take revenge on Wu Muzi, but she is timid when facing an organization like the Lisheng Society.

Li Xingsui nodded. No wonder the ghost released by Wu Muzi was so weak and received so few wishes.

So, he then asked, "Miss Lan, tell me, is it possible that Wu Muzi has more wandering souls on his hands?"

"Are you listening to me?" Lan Qingqing asked angrily.

"We'd better get ready as soon as possible. When the train stops early tomorrow morning, we'll get off!"

"When I return to Chunhua City, I will repay you ten times and a hundred times!"

Li Xingsui calculated how many wandering souls Wu Muzi would need to contribute to fill his one hundred prayers.

Based on the prayers he obtained from Wandering Soul just now, it would cost forty or fifty.

"Miss Lan Qingqing, do you think there are forty or fifty wandering spirits on that Wu Muzi?"

"What nonsense are you talking about," Lan Qingqing shook her head.

"His wandering souls are all created in extremely bloody ways. Twenty at most is the limit. If you don't backfire, you will have ghosts."

"Twenty? I've already cleared seven, which means there are still thirteen left, or even less?"

Li Xingsui imitated Zhou Papi and counted with his fingers.

This is not enough.

"By the way, you just said that Wu Muzi may have mastered even more powerful sorcery. Does this mean that there are things more powerful than wandering souls? For example... What are ghosts and gods?"

"Ghosts and gods?" Lan Qingqing frowned, wondering why Li Xingsui suddenly asked about this.

"Ghosts and gods are more powerful spirits than wandering souls," Lan Qingqing said. "In ancient times, they were gods and Buddhas who lived high in temples and were worshiped by others."

"When people say that a person is very powerful, they usually say that he has been favored by ghosts and gods and has mastered the power of ghosts and gods."

"The twelve ghost and god generals who founded the Qinggu Kingdom mastered the power of ghosts and gods."

Speaking of her ancestors, Lan Qingqing suddenly became proud, imagining when she could master the power of ghosts and gods, restore the glory of her ancestors, and revitalize her family!
Of course, just think about it, in the 300 years since the death of the ancestor, if the Lan family could really master the power of ghosts and gods, they would not be in such a state of decline.

"It turns out that the twelve generals of ghosts and gods have really mastered the power of ghosts and gods."

"I thought it was because their guns and cannons were as powerful as ghosts and gods, so they were called ghosts and gods."

Li Xingsui looked like this. In fact, if he hadn't received the prompt from the panel and knew that ghosts and gods really existed, he would have thought this way.

"How is it possible?" Lan Qingqing snorted, "The power of ghosts and gods is the power to calm troubled times. Without this, how could it be possible to suppress the Wu Dynasty's counterattack."

Wu Dynasty, that is, the last feudal dynasty of Qinggu Kingdom.

It completely died out 300 years ago.

Li Xingsui is very interested in this period of history, especially the story about the twelve ghost generals, which has become a legend in folklore.

But now he's more concerned.

As a small fish and shrimp, Wandering Soul provides very few prayers.

As ghosts and gods are hundreds of times more powerful than even the highest level wandering souls, will they provide more prayers?

"Miss Lan Qingqing, do you think it is possible for Wu Muzi to control a ghost?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"How could it not be?" Li Xingsui was disappointed.

Lan Qingqing was so angry that her teeth itched, this guy!Do you wish that Wu Muzi was stronger?

"Crazy! I don't care! Love is what it is!"

Lan Qingqing kicked her feet, her shoes fell to the ground, revealing her little feet in black stockings, and she lay down directly on the bed.

Anyway, if she stays here, Wu Muzi will come to her sooner or later.

That monster still has the sorcery of disguising his identity, so he can't find anyone at all, so he might as well lie here.

As for calling the police?
When this kind of thing is involved, calling the police is of no use at all, but more troublesome!

"Speaking of which, why is it so noisy tonight?"

Li Xingsui was a little puzzled and stood up.

When Lan Qingqing saw this, she quickly got up, put on her shoes and followed Li Xingsui.

Although she was unhappy with this guy, if he was really too far away...she was timid.

The sound came from the ordinary compartment.

Arguing, screaming, roaring, all kinds of voices were mixed.

Many people in the high-end boxes have already come out to check.

There were also several female train conductors and two train inspectors armed with batons.

They all looked nervous, looking at the gate between the high-class carriage and the ordinary carriage.

Li Xingsui glanced around and suddenly found that the buddy he had chatted with before was there, so he walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey buddy, what's going on?"

"It's you," my brother breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly when he saw it was Li Xingsui.

"It seems that someone died in the ordinary carriage, and there was more than one. Many inspections have gone over to deal with it, but it seems that they can't suppress it now."

"There are more than one dead?" Li Xingsui raised his eyebrows.

"Wu Muzi must have done it!" Lan Qingqing gritted her teeth, "He thought he couldn't deal with you, so he was casting some kind of sorcery!"

witchcraft

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Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded from the car behind.

The expressions of everyone in the carriage changed.

Li Xingsui also frowned and looked towards the ordinary car, an idea flashing in his eyes.

For a moment, his eyes seemed to pass through the barrier of the gate, and he saw the monstrous black air, mixed with scarlet blood, gushing out from more than ten carriages behind.

"Good guy, it's true! And it seems like something great is about to be born... This feeling is countless times stronger than those wandering souls..."

"Is this... a ghost?"

Touch, touch, touch—

The carriage door hissed.

Someone is attacking the gate from the opposite side!
A cry of pain came from across the gate.

The noise in the ordinary carriages turned into screams.

"It's me! Open the door! Crazy! Those people are crazy!"

"Evil ghost! There is an evil ghost running in the carriage!"

"Hurry up and open the door!"

"It's the patrol chief's voice!"

Before anyone else could react, an inspector quickly pulled the gate switch.

At this moment, the door to hell was opened.

(End of this chapter)