unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 56
Song Yu knew that someone must have used spiritual objects to lure out the night owl first, and then used the night owl to draw out the netherworld fire.

After the mass grave was burned by fire, Netherfire began to sleep. It was only now that it was awakened by the overwhelming night owl.

He Shen patted his chest and was very confident: "I, I will try."

The way Song Yu looked at him, he felt that he was like the confident little character on the stage who chatted with the big villain and was eventually killed.

She said nothing, but motioned for him to look back.

Her heavenly eyes had been completely opened, and she could see that under the dark sky, there were night owls everywhere, flapping their wings, falling continuously, and gathering more and more.

"Cuckoo, cluck."

The sound came out occasionally, and together with the night owl, it was gloomy, spreading the breath of death everywhere.

There were more and more Netherfires, and they had gathered into a large flame, turning people's faces blue-white.

A thin drizzle of rain began to fall, but it was of no use to the Nether Fire.

He Shencang became panicked and took a step back suddenly, looking at the Netherworld Fire that was still gathering.

The night owls wake them up and gather them together. If there are no dead souls to eat, then they will look for living people to eat.

Netherfires are dangerous beasts, and their existence is to sweep and destroy.

They want to clear out all living things within their range, whether dead or alive.

He Shen swallowed his saliva and decided that strategy 36 was the best strategy: "I, I will go back first - find out how to make them sleep."

He turned around and ran away, disappearing instantly, leaving only Song Yu alone.

"Son of a turtle, don't fucking let me see you again! Otherwise, I'll strip you of your bastard shell!" Song Yu yelled.

She also wanted to run away, but ultimately stayed.

Taking two steps back, the water lines on her face slowly fluctuated, and the sound she made was drowned by the chirping of birds. The raindrops were like tangible objects, rushing toward the ball of netherworld fire.

The bones slowly surrounded the Netherworld Fire, tentatively stretched out a hand and held it on top of the Netherworld Fire.

When he was about to hold it, Hua Gu suddenly withdrew his hand and returned to Song Yu.

Netherfire is dangerous.

It cannot be transformed into bones, but it may be swept away by it.

More fires sporadicly emerged from the ground and began to gather. The faint blue light showed an incredible color and continued to erode and expand, forcing Song Yu to retreat step by step.

She had retreated into the street.

As the fire grew bigger, the surroundings became colder and colder, making people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, their bodies were stiff, and every time they breathed in, there was hot mist.

"First disperse these birds, and then find a way to disperse the Netherworld Fire."

Song Yulian shivered, and his heart became even colder. He cursed and took out the mirror.

Night owls are extremely sensitive, and the mirror spirit has already dispersed before it landed on them.

Song Yu simply turned the mirror to Netherworld Fire.

Nether Fire is ignorant and does not know what avoidance is.

Song Yu thought to himself: "The mirror spirit cannot carry too many spiritual objects and is in danger of breaking into pieces at all times, but it should be able to withstand this small ball of ghost fire."

The moment the firelight reflected on the mirror, there was a "click" sound in the mirror, and a huge crack opened.

The Nether Fire is trapped in it and disappears. When the mirror spirit is completely broken, it can regain its freedom.

The night finally became quiet again, and the air warmed up slightly, no longer as cold as before.

Song Yu then ran back like a rabbit, ate a roast chicken fiercely, then went out in the dark, followed the long and short calls of the night owl, and went to Cai River.

One mile beyond Caihe River is the current mass grave. Night owls have fallen on the naked corpses, and they are full of dust.

The rancid smell assaulted my nostrils.

The netherworld fire beat like a will-o'-the-wisp, began to gather, and took in food.

Song Yu took out the mirror spirit directly, but before she could do it, a hand suddenly put on her shoulder from behind.

This hand was bitingly cold, without any warmth, and showed a gray-white color, just like the stumps sticking out from the pile of corpses.

Not an ordinary person.

Song Yu took a sudden step forward, shook off the unpleasant hand, and then turned around to face the visitor.

Huagu dragged behind her for a long time, staring at the movements of the Netherworld Fire.

The man was about the same height as Su Mian, but his face had a bluish baby face. His handsome baby face made him look like a teenager, but his complexion made him look like a dead person.

He is so intertwined between death and life, the contradiction is irreconcilable and eye-catching.

The two faced off for a moment, and Babyface spoke first.

"Isn't it good to let them go? They can also devour spirits and burn everything that is not of this world."

Song Yu sneered: "Did you attract Ye Xiao?"

"It's hard to say," Baby Face replied casually, "but the gathering of Nether Fire is a good thing."

Song Yu felt that this person was simply sick: "Is it a good thing that Bianjing turned into ashes?"

Babyface nodded.

"Bianjing is like a room. There are garbage, rags, flies and mosquitoes in this room now. The Netherworld Fire is like a broom, it will clean this room completely, which is of course a good thing."

Song Yu cursed in his heart: "But the owner of the house will also die."

Netherfire has no way of knowing what needs to be swept away and what should be left behind.

They will treat everyone equally and destroy everything.

Baby Face didn't care about this: "Human, it won't matter if a few of them die, right? There are too many of them, they are crowded and noisy, and they are actually no different from garbage."

After he finished speaking, he saw Song Yu secretly clenching his fists, as if he wanted to hit someone, and silently took a step back.

It wasn't that he was afraid of her, but that he hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Devouring, being devoured, expelling, being expelled, raising, being raised, the struggle between spirits and humans should not only be participated by us ghost hunters, but should belong to everyone. Why can't they be sacrificed?"

This fallacy directly described Song Yu in all kinds of disgusting ways.

When it comes to wordsmithing, she has failed.

But she is good at being mean: "Bullshit, everyone is dead, where can I go to eat! Are you a fucking fairy? You don't need to eat, drink, poop, or swallow the northwest wind to survive!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the baby face was pulled back from the sky to the earth.

The baby-faced man sighed and prepared many words to influence Song Yu.

However, Gu Beiqi rushed over and blocked his words.

Gu Beiqi came in a hurry, with beads of sweat on his forehead: "Master Wan, when did you come to Bianjing?"

"Just arrived," Baby Face replied, then sighed and looked at Song Yu: "Short-sighted, trapped in three meals a day, I don't know how to drive away tigers and devour wolves."

Song Yu and he were really not on the same path, so he thought a tiger would eat a wolf?

WTF?

So she clenched her fists happily, wanting this mentally ill person to taste her tigress first.

Gu Beiqi quickly stood between the two of them: "Master Wan, if you drive the tiger to devour the wolf, you are afraid that the tiger will do more damage than the wolf, and there will be endless troubles. Why don't you go back first? Fenghuang'er is already waiting for you in the carriage."

As soon as the words fell, he asked and pushed the person away.

(End of this chapter)