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

The bodies of Xie and Zhou Fangjun are still in the prison.

Wu Zuo has experienced corpses.

The result was as Fu Rudi had guessed. Although chicken bones could cut the skin, it was extremely difficult to make such a neat and smooth wound.

Using chicken bones to commit suicide, does that show how determined you are to die?

Fu Rudi took Fu Jiao to the prison and signaled Wu Zuo and others to go out, leaving only Sinan and Sibei to guard. After treating everyone clean, Fu Jiao started a ritual to summon the spirits of Mr. Xie and Zhou Fangjun.

Her heart ached.

Most of the merit accumulated from the childbirth ghost will be consumed now. But as long as Fu Rudi can take care of his worries, this little merit is nothing.

Fu Jiao put three sticks of incense on the prepared white rice, then wrapped the bowl of rice with Zhou Fangjun and Xie's personal clothes, and prayed to summon the souls: "Please come down from the clouds, the ancestor of soul collecting, and burn the rivers and lakes with money. Divine soldiers and generals are as urgent as laws and regulations..."

I saw the cigarette accompanied by the spell, drifting into the mouths and noses of Xie and Zhou Fangjun.

Si Nan and Si Bei were amazed and did not dare to disturb him. They looked at Fu Jiao with admiration. Fu Rudi looked calm, but he vaguely felt that Fu Jiao's magic power seemed to be stronger again.

After a while, the cigarette condensed into an insubstantial and blurry figure above Zhou Fangjun's body.

The figure looked left and right, very anxious.

Immediately, Fu Jiao chanted a spell and lit a talisman at her fingertips. The figure seemed to finally be able to breathe heavily and make a snoring sound.

"Is this person Zhou Fangjun?"

Fu Jiao asked sharply.

From the perspective of Zhou Fangjun’s deceased soul, there is a call from the gods. His new soul immediately answered tremblingly: "Yes, I am."

Hearing Zhou Fangjun's familiar timbre, Si Nan and Si Bei didn't dare to express their anger.

Fu Rudi also stared closely at the scene in front of him and motioned to Fu Jiao to ask for him.

Fu Jiao did not delay and asked directly: "When, where and for what reason did you die?"

"I'm……"

Zhou Fangjun was stunned, "I committed suicide." He paused, as if searching for another person, "I died in prison with my beloved."

These words shocked Fu Jiao and Fu Rudi.

"Are you afraid you remembered it wrong?"

Fu Jiao was stunned, "If you committed suicide in prison, what would you use?"

Zhou Fangjun didn't know whether it was a new soul or something else. She looked confused and said blankly: "She and I suddenly learned that we were not exiled in the same place, and we were separated from each other from now on. We felt that the rest of our lives would be long, so we simply died for love in prison together. We couldn't survive. You can die in the same bed in the same hole."

"Nonsense."

Fu Jiao sneered coldly: "You have already died once, but you found out that the two of you have entered the ghost gate together?"

Not long after his death, the underworld ghost messenger was busy with business and did not come in time to arrest the soul, so Zhou Fangjun was easily recruited by Fu Jiao.

But Zhou Fangjun didn't know this.

He just felt like he was spinning in the white mist, and he couldn't find Xie no matter how hard he looked. He even forgot his purpose as time passed and almost became a real wandering ghost.

Zhou Fangjun hesitated and was speechless.

He looked left and right, and then he remembered Mr. Xie.

"She committed suicide together with me. When we committed suicide, we used a chicken bone and cut her neck."

"nonsense."

Fu Jiao spoke sternly, "The wound after your death was smooth, not like it was cut with a dull chicken bone."

"what……"

"But in my memory, it's just chicken bones." Zhou Fangjun frowned tightly, trying hard to recall, but only recalled fragments, "She cut my throat with chicken bones, and then cut her own. We held hands. , waiting for life to run out together."

Zhou Fangjun murmured to himself.

In my memory, he died like this, but when he said it, it seemed very strange.

He touched Xianwu's neck and felt a chill there.

"It's cold." Zhou Fangjun closed his eyes, struggling with his soul, as if he was trapped in painful self-pulling, "I remember that the chicken bone was very sharp, and it was cold when it touched my neck..."

Fu Jiao instantly realized something was wrong.

She glanced at Fu Rudi, who also guessed something, and asked in a low voice: "Has someone tampered with Zhou Fangjun's memory?"

"Yes." Fu Jiao nodded decisively.

She even had someone in mind.

Fu Jiao said slowly with her lips: "Taoist Danyang——"

Fu Rudi was filled with anger when he heard this man.

If he doesn't go to find this demon, this demon still has the heart to provoke him?

"Is there any way to restore his memory?"

Fu Rudi asked.

Fu Jiao lit three sticks of incense and tried a few more times, then shook her head with disappointment: "No, Zhou Fangjun is not the main practitioner, Xie is."

In other words, the demonic magic of "Taoist Danyang" was directly applied to the Xie family. The Xie family used the knife to kill people, and Zhou Fangjun was only indirectly affected. If you want to know what happened to them during their lifetime, unless Xie's soul is summoned back.

But this is precisely the most difficult part for Fu Jiao.

Mrs. Xie hated Fu Jiao too much during her lifetime.

Fu Jiao's spiritualism comes with her magical aura. When Xie's living soul feels this aura, it will subconsciously reject and alienate her. This is the instinct of the soul, and Fu Jiao has nothing to do.

"If the incense burns out, Xie's summoning will have failed."

Fu Jiao said reluctantly.

She glanced at Fu Rudi guiltily, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

"I'm never disappointed in anything you do."

At this time, Fu Rudi did not forget to comfort her.

He raised his hand, gently rubbed the top of Fu Jiao's hair, and sighed: "It would be great if I knew how to summon spirits. Mr. Xie doesn't like you, but he shouldn't have that much ill will towards me."

After all, she is the cousin of his biological mother Xie Wenyu. Xie Wenyu treats Xie very well, and Xie wants to be closer to her cousin's son no matter what.

Fu Rudi's hand rubbing the top of Fu Jiao's hair has not yet left.

Fu Jiao suddenly had an idea.

She was so happy that she couldn't help but jump up on the spot, "Yes, brother! I can't summon the soul, but you can!"

"I?"

"You are a once-in-a-thousand-year-old Ziwei destiny. You have a special talent for Taoism and metaphysics. You can only summon spirits. With my help, you will definitely succeed in the first time."

Fu Jiao jumped up and bumped into Fu Rudi's chin.

She covered her forehead and Fu Rudi touched his chin. They looked at each other and smiled softly.

It is not too late.

Fu Jiao taught Fu Rudi step by step how to recite mantras and burn incense.

Fu Rudi can't cast spells, but Fu Jiao can.

"Brother, this is it, and then this..." She held his wrist and didn't think much about it. She drew the soul-summoning talisman without any distractions, with a focused expression. Fu Rudi was attracted by her voice, and his eyes turned from the talisman to her profile. Ruxue's skin was more delicate than a flower, and her dark cloud-like hair was fragrant and close to the tip of his nose.

Fu Rudi's heartbeat quickened, and his lips were so dry that he wanted to lick them with his tongue.

He didn't know whether it was because of casting a spell or for some other reason, but just when the dry lips almost touched the girl's fair and lovely earlobes, the three cigarettes suddenly condensed into one stream and faintly shouted in the void: "This is ……where?!"

Fu Jiao raised her head suddenly, interrupting Fu Rudi's charming move.

"Brother, Mrs. Xie is here."