unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 235 Final Chapter
Once a name is forgotten, all memories are like duckweed and will soon be blown away by the rain and wind.

Yang Huai Ding was still slowly devouring her.

Her mind was empty when she suddenly heard someone calling her hesitantly.

"Song Yu? Are you dead?"

Song Yu cursed subconsciously: "Death to your mother."

Then she quickly realized that Song Yu was her.

Once he remembered his name, everything quickly came to mind. Yang Huaiding stopped swallowing her and maintained a strange balance with her.

And a strange thought flashed through her mind.

Lord of the Netherworld, no one is doing it anyway, so why not come and try it out? No one is saying that she can't do it.

And the call that called her was from Wanlan Sect.

He stood next to Song Yu and watched Song Yu remain motionless for a long time. When he was hesitating whether he should follow the instructions or not, he saw that the deathly aura surrounding Song Yu suddenly dissipated.

not dead?

not dead.

Not only did he not die, he seemed to have successfully resisted the invasion of Yin Qi.

He immediately followed suit without hesitation.

Song Yu ignored him, but took out the talisman from her arms. The golden quicksand was entangled with Yin Qi, and it fell on the talisman paper because she didn't know whether she was dead or alive at this time.

"Song Yu."

Is that how it’s written?

It doesn’t seem to be written that way.

After such hesitation, the golden quicksand did not fall. She stood there, feeling the Yin Qi constantly passing through her body, and suddenly wrote the word "I".

When she wrote this word, she didn't even think too much, she just let the golden sand take it with her.

It is said in the Buddhist scriptures: The world is empty and can contain all forms and images. The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and earth, springs and streams, vegetation and forests, evil people and good people, evil laws and good laws, heaven and hell, all seas, and Mount Sumeru are always in the air. The same is true for empty nature.

So do I.

The Yin Qi suddenly gathered like a tsunami and landed on the spell.

This is a real ghost charm.

The entire underworld began to tremble, the original silence no longer existed, and the wind was noisy, blowing Song Yu's robe high.

Song Yu's ears suddenly filled with many sounds, like the screams of the dead, and like the wind from the depths of hell, constantly pouring into her ears.

Her eyes suddenly opened up.

The location of the spirit all appeared in her mind.

The Yanghuai Cauldron on her body broke away from her and fled deeper. Even the cauldron on Wanlan Sect also left.

Wan Lanzong woke up and glanced at her at a loss. However, Song Yu held the talisman and ran away without looking at him.

The whole underworld was open to her.

Shendu Ding and Qingju Ding all retreated.

Wan Lanzong couldn't keep up and didn't know what she was going to do, so he could only wait silently.

Song Yu ran very fast, and even passed by Xiao without stopping. Instead, he went out directly through the crack, and then tried to find a place to stick the talisman on.

"Quick, quick, while they're all inside, use a broken net to fit them all in."

But there is no place where a charm can be attached.

Song Yu was anxious, so he simply took a stone to hold down the talisman, and then sat down next to it.

The effect of the ghost talisman was outstanding, the cracks that were originally wide began to close, the Yin Qi dissipated, and with the arrival of dawn, everything began to return to its original state.

As for the people and spiritual objects that were originally left inside, they will remain there forever until they are completely destroyed.

Compared to being swallowed directly, this kind of death is more despairing.

The sky is bright.

The wind and snow were still very cold, and the haze of death had not yet dissipated. Su Mian ran over with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He searched for a long time before he saw Song Yu sitting on the ground in a daze.

This may be the first time in so many years that he has seen Song Yu so quiet. He was not sure whether she was alive or dead for a moment, so he put his finger under her nose and paused for a moment.

And gas.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

Li Bi and others also caught up. Just when he was about to ask about the situation, he saw Song Yu slowly turning his head: "You have to build a temple and a statue for me here."

She saved everyone.

All the spiritual beings in Suzhou are sealed in this crack. If you want to come out, you have to rely on fate.

And he can also draw ghost talismans. When the time comes, he will draw [-] of them and use them to exchange for gold mountains.

Gu Beiqi immediately saw the black talisman pressed under the stone: "The spirit is all gone?"

Song Yu rolled his eyes: "You think so."

All things have spirits, and spirits never fade away.

Su Mian pulled her up: "Okay, don't be beautiful. It's not the time to give you a statue. Anyway, the Wanlan Sect is gone, right? This period is in the past."

He felt very relaxed when he thought that Wan Lanzong, the lunatic, was gone. Seeing that Song Yu was getting older, he thought about letting her know a few more words.

Even if Song met a book, it was like meeting an enemy. Not only was he not interested, but he often ran away, he still had to find a way to read more books to her.

As soon as Song Yu looked up and saw the sun coming out, it was so bright that it looked like a golden cake or an omelette, and his stomach rumbled suddenly.

hungry.

She is actually still young, not yet old. However, at this time, most people don't know what life and death are.

However, she already knew. Not only did she know, she even hid the answer in her stomach along with her true identity, leaving only a full appetite.

Her intestines and stomach were all cold and hard, and she couldn't chew any hard bones.

"You guys just deal with the aftermath, I'm going to have something to eat."

Throwing down the ghost talisman indifferently, she left the mass grave happily. Her eyes were dark and shiny, and she could see anything clearly, but she had no intention of using it.

The past is gravel that needs to be stepped on, and the future is a fog that no one can tell clearly and there is no need to look.

A cold wind mixed with snowflakes suddenly swept in, covering everyone inside.

Even snowflakes can become spiritual creatures.

(End of this chapter)