She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

The outside of Yurongyuan has been cleaned up.

There were only three people in the room, Fu Rudi, Fu Jiao and Zhao Hao.

They all knew the basics along the way, so Fu Jiao didn't need to hide it from them. She immediately opened the blood sediment, took out the talisman, paper, incense and candle, and started practicing the method.

Zhao Hao looked at the familiar metaphysics instruments and said with pride: "Fu Jiao, these are all given to you by me, do you keep them all?"

"What you gave is a good thing, of course I want to keep it."

Zhao Hao praised: "It seems that your Taoism has improved again."

Fu Jiao was full of merit, and she nodded proudly: "Of course."

The two of them asked and answered questions very naturally.

Fu Rudi stood aside with a cold face, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He knew that Fu Jiao liked to tinker with these things, but he didn't expect that Zhao Hao had given these things to her, and what about him? Apart from buying beautiful clothes and exquisite jewelry for Fu Jiao, I have never bought these weird things for her...

Fu Rudi was thinking about himself, but Fu Jiao didn't pay attention.

She looked at Aunt Rong's remains with all her attention, mixed graphite with blood-sand, and drew dense, simple and complicated charms on Aunt Rong's bones.

Zhao Hao and Fu Rudi didn't dare to express their anger.

Fu Rudi witnessed Fu Jiao's ability to draw talismans to attract ghosts with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but admire her for learning such a skill when she encountered a great opportunity when she was young.

Time passes minute by minute.

Fu Jiao kept making secrets and chanting incantations silently.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, not a breath of wind could get through. But as soon as the child's hour passed, at the moment when the gloomy atmosphere between heaven and earth was the heaviest, the candles lit in the four corners of the ear room suddenly began to sway slightly.

Zhao Hao felt an inexplicable chill on the back of his neck.

He cautiously ran to Fu Rudi's side and stood next to him, looking around warily, fearing that the window would suddenly open and attract something evil.

When Fu Jiao finally used blood to sink sand into the heart of the remains, it was like the finishing touch, and a soul suddenly appeared. The surrounding candles "popped" out, plunging into darkness. Immediately afterwards, the three of them heard some empty echo, like Tao Xun or the whimpering wind, faintly appearing in the ear room from far to near from the Octagonal Well.

Fu Rudi has excellent eyesight.

He had seen the Water-Tail Holy Lady appear before, and he had also seen rampant zombies, but this was the first time he actually saw Fu Jiao successfully summoning the souls of innocent people who had been dead for more than ten years. It has no fixed shape, and its appearance cannot be clearly seen. It is like a black mist with a vague human form. You don’t need to get close to feel deep resentment.

That resentment can almost freeze into ice and freeze into a person's bone marrow.

"Brother, take it."

Fu Jiao stuffed the amulet drawn with blood into Fu Rudi's palm.

The brief contact made Fu Rudi feel in a trance.

He turned his head and saw Fu Jiao using the same method to give Zhao Hao another talisman.

Fu Rudi: "..."

Suddenly I felt that the amulet just now no longer smelled good.

Zhao Hao didn't think so much.

He was once bitten by a snake and was afraid of well ropes for ten years. He not only grabbed the amulet Fu Jiao gave him, but also kept leaning against the door. Because there is Yan Ji outside the door, Yan Ji can ensure his safety.

"Don't be afraid."

Fu Jiao saw that Zhao Hao was timid and rolled her eyes, "I've drawn talismans on the wall. Yan Ji can't get in, and Aunt Rong's innocent soul can't get out either."

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly covered her mouth secretly.

Oops, I called her "Aunt Rong" again.

From the perspective of the original owner, should she be more affectionate towards her dead biological mother?

Fortunately, Fu Rudi was immersed in what just happened and didn't notice anything wrong with Fu Jiao's title.

Aunt Rong has been dead for too long.

Her soul was repeatedly suppressed in the Octagonal Well. The feeling of darkness made her unjustly dead soul even more violent. Now it was wandering around in the penthouse, trying to break through the shackles of doors and windows and go out to have a feast. “Bang bang bang.”

Aunt Rong knocked the doors and windows back and forth.

Zhao Hao hid behind Fu Jiao, "What is she doing?"

"The soul that was just summoned is not yet conscious. If you and I didn't both have amulets, I'm afraid you would have been possessed by her."

When Zhao Hao heard this, he was even more frightened and trembling.

He looked at the calm Fu Rudi next to him with great envy, "Master Fu, are you not afraid at all?"

"Ah."

Fu Rudi knew that it was useless to be afraid.

Anyway, Fu Jiao is here, and he believes she can handle it.

Fu Jiao indeed lived up to Fu Rudi's trust.

She let Aunt Rong's wronged soul wander in the ear room for a while, then took out the prepared ink fountain thread, lit a wad of paper money, made a little kneading, and wrapped the ink fountain thread around Aunt Rong's innocent soul. After a while, the innocent soul, as black as mist, began to struggle violently, but these struggles were in vain. Fu Jiao quickly recited a mantra: "A pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, no waves..."

This is a Taoist heart-clearing mantra, which can calm the souls of grievances and restore their original hearts.

Blood sedimentation played a big role.

Perhaps because he has been with Emperor Jianming all year round, the power of the blood-sinking sand stained with dragon energy is even more powerful than ordinary.

Fu Jiao used the three-pronged method of incantation, paper money, and talismans to calm down the innocent souls who originally needed to meditate for a whole night in less than two hours.

The ink fountain line emits a faint golden light.

When the sky dawned, the dark ghost of the victim slowly emerged into a thin woman. Although he still couldn't see his face clearly, he was obviously quieter than the initial agitation. The innocent soul found that he could not break free from the ink lines on his body. He slowly raised his head and looked at the only three living people in the room. He sniffed his nose hard and said, "Who are you..."

The eerie voice was similar to the way Yan Ji spoke before.

It's just that Yan Ji has been hanging out with Zhao Hao and the others for a long time, and she is becoming more and more "human".

"It was you who called me up from the bottom of the well..."

The wronged soul speaks very slowly, so slowly that people have no patience to listen.

Zhao Hao didn't dare to say anything. He turned his head silently and looked at Fu Jiao. At the same time, Fu Rudi also looked at her with burning eyes.

Fu Jiao had to bite the bullet now.

She brewed her emotions for a while and called softly: "Mom, it's me? Do you still remember me? I'm Fu Jiao."

"...Fu Jiao?" Aunt Rong murmured to herself, "Fu Jiao... Fu Jiao..."

She seemed to suddenly remember something, and almost broke free of the ink brush and threw herself on Fu Jiao, "Daughter? My daughter?"

Fu Jiao nodded quickly: "Yes, mother, it's me."

"How could it be you? You...I..."

Aunt Rong looked at her body that was about to disappear. She was afraid of the light coming from the window and kept shrinking to the corner: "No, no, no, I'm dead. I'm obviously dead. Why do I appear again? Where is this place?" Hell? Jiaoer, Jiaoer, why did you come to this hell? No, who harmed you, my mother will avenge you... avenge you!"

Seeing that Aunt Rong was losing her mind again, Fu Jiao quickly recited the Heart Clearing Mantra for her.

After she calmed down, Fu Jiao slowly comforted her: "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm not dead, I'm fine. This is the Fu family, your former Yurong Courtyard. I found your body buried here, so I wanted to I'll find a way to save you."

Fu Jiao's voice made Aunt Rong no longer anxious.

She was afraid that the deep love between mother and daughter would be revealed easily, so she simply asked directly: "Mother, tell me, who killed you and buried you in Yurongyuan? I will definitely avenge you."

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new ~ Happy New Year!