Burning XNUMX million nether coins, fortune telling becomes popular

"It doesn't matter. Even if it is fake, there will be safety risks. Besides, this competition was not planned in the first place. In the end, it will have to be competed again." Bo Yesheng comforted him.

Song Yi hummed, "Then I'll be relieved."

Chun Yuan left with Mother Bo and Grandma Bo. They followed the pattern on the ground and walked to the innermost part. "Judging from the current situation, this should be a spiritual summoning formation."

"good."

She nodded and educated him, "This summoning formation is not simple. It uses a formation from ancient times. Not many people will know it at this stage."

"To put it this way, I have read it in an ancient book before."

"Yes, this ancient book is actually a banned book. What you see is only after constant revision and revision. Look carefully. Is what you see in the book more intuitive and shocking?"

Bo Yesheng looked at the pattern carefully. The pattern looked extremely strange. It showed a dragon, but it had no eyes. The dragon also looked strange, like a centipede crawling on the ground.

"Song Yi, isn't this dragon body what people pray for when it rains?"

Song Yi glanced at it and shrugged indifferently, "If you really want to think so, you are totally wrong. The other dragons are different from the dragons painted now. They are not the same species at all."

"If you really don't believe it, go inside and take a look. There might be a bigger dragon."

The two of them were walking and chatting. When they walked inside, they found a large clothing room filled with all kinds of clothes, but these clothes only had one color, which was red.

"These clothes weren't red in the first place, were they?"

Bo Yesheng obviously didn't believe how there could be a cloakroom full of red clothes. Song Yi responded to him while wandering among the clothes, "Of course not. Although these clothes look dyed, this is also part of the ceremony." One, dyed red clothes, as long as someone puts on this clothes, they will have the consciousness of the owner of this clothes."

"This is also commonly known as borrowing the body of a living person to resurrect the soul."

"What is the purpose of doing this?" Bo Yesheng couldn't understand. Looking at these clothes of different sizes, should girls from different periods be found to wear these clothes?
  Song Yi nodded, "You guessed it right, we put clothes on different girls to see whose body is the most suitable, and then wear them. If you guessed it right, the red on these clothes is also full of blood. It’s the bloodstain of the previous owner.”

"Are there all these red clothes?"

Bo Yesheng was stunned, but obviously, after so many years of storms, he could only express this emotion in his heart.

"Okay, now we have to find the ghost who really did the evil."

Song Yi's eyes turned cold, and she looked unkind when she saw these clothes. "When I saw these clothes, I really wanted to tear them all off."

The long and leisurely song seemed particularly silent in the air, "Who is singing?"

The nursery rhyme continues:

My little hand suddenly disappeared.

The new clothes my parents sewed for me have the shadow of my sister on them.

My doll was broken that night, and I could only fill it with my sister's flesh.

Song Yi led Bo Yesheng forward, walking faster and faster, faster and faster, until Bo Yesheng could hardly keep up, but Song Yi said to him directly: "Don't look behind, he Right behind us." The song echoed softly behind them, as if the girl was swaying her feet behind and looking at them with a smile.

Bo Yesheng snorted, sweat dripping from his forehead, and suddenly a small hand grabbed the corner of their clothes.

"Brothers and sisters, where are you going? Have you seen my doll?"

Song Yi's face was expressionless, but the girl's smile widened, "Sister, you don't seem to like me?"

Song Yi suddenly knelt down and looked directly at her, and then suddenly there was a yellow talisman in his hand, and he stuck it on her face. The girl seemed to be prepared, her eyes widened suddenly, looking at the yellow talisman of talisman paper.

The talisman began to glow blue.

He had never seen this kind of phenomenon before, and Bo Yesheng was shocked, "Song Yi, are you okay? What's going on like this?"

"No, this little girl is the most powerful ghost among evil ghosts. She can be said to be the king of ghosts."

This is a ghost king that is rare in a hundred years. No wonder he has such power. Song Yi began to feel a little overwhelmed, "Bo Yesheng, we are in such a state that it is best not to confront her head-on."

The little girl walked slowly from the blue flames, "Sister, I was going to find my sister to wear new clothes for her. Why did you stop me? Do you want to wear them too? I designed the clothes, right?”

Song Yi snorted coldly as those clothes seemed to understand people's words and kept surrounding them. "A ghost like you has grown a lot after hiding here for so long. How much did he eat?" Where are the children?”

The little girl pretended to be innocent, "Sister, what are you talking about? I can't understand what you are talking about?"

Finally, he began to repeat this sentence mechanically. In the current environment, her face was infinitely magnified. The two of them were accustomed to this situation. The ghost king could not scare them anymore, so he also changed The cost appears.

A rather beautiful girl.

"Oh, this can't scare you. It's a pity for you."

"Who is your sister?"

She didn't know why she was so surprised when she saw her original appearance. The ghost king's face was [-]-[-]% similar to Chun Yuan's.

Bo Yesheng seemed to have noticed this and was surprised, "This face seems a bit too similar."

"Who are you talking about? Could it be my sister again?"

The Ghost King's eyes suddenly became fierce, and she controlled the clothes to restrain their necks, "Have you seen my sister? Where is my sister? I worked so hard to find her!"

The Ghost King's face seemed to show great pain. As he spoke, he left two lines of bloody tears. The tears kept rolling down, "Why are you doing this to me? Where is my sister?"

She kept repeating this sentence, and this ghost king seemed to be a thousand years old.

"Would you like Chun Yuan to come over and give it a try?"

Song Yi had a bad thought in her mind, "Chun Yuan's current situation, even if the two of them knew each other, the ghost king wouldn't be able to recognize him."