Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 545 The Beautiful Living Dead (3)

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Yang Zimei was sweating, "Uncle, what kind of logic is this? Do you want to marry her as your wife?"

"Bah, bah, bah, that Heavenly Venerable, I am a Taoist priest, how can I marry a wife?" Yu Zhenzi yelled.

"Then she sweeps the floor, why are you decades younger, uncle?" Yang Zimei asked puzzled.

"It is said that looking at beautiful women will make people look younger. Your uncle and I just want to see them, and I don't have any extravagant desires."

Yu Zhenzi rolled his eyes and said, "It's really a woman's heart to measure a man's belly."

"Master, I will be sad when you say that." Yang Zimei pursed her lips on purpose.

"Why are you sad?"

"You mean to say that I'm not a beautiful woman, and I'm not good to look at." Yang Zimei looked aggrieved.

"In my eyes, you are just a junior nephew."

Yu Zhenzi pursed his lips and said.

"Niuniu, listen to Master and take her in."

Yuqing persuasively persuaded.

Yang Zimei looked at him.

Although she didn't understand why he insisted on taking the living dead, since it was Master's intention, she no longer resisted.

But how should she subdue such a living dead?

"Pull out the three soul-fixing needles, then quickly inject a drop of your blood, and imprint your soul-fixing spell, that's all."

Seeing her doubts, Yuqing spoke up.

"It's that simple?"

"It seems simple, but only you can do it, unless the mana who casts the spell is stronger than you, you will be backlashed and become another living dead."

Yuqing looked at her with his loving glass eyes and said, "Don't worry, your magic power should not be comparable to those onmyojis who only learned some miscellaneous arts from us."

"Ok!"

Now that Master said so, Yang Zimei had no choice but to nod in agreement.

She bit her index finger, pulled out the three soul-fixing needles with her right hand, and imprinted the formula on the woman's seal with her left finger dripping...

At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Zimei's movements, and no one noticed that a strange and unpredictable smile suddenly appeared on the loving face of Taoist Priest Yuqing, and those glazed pupils instantly burst into tears. It turned black, as if there was another person hidden in him.

However, this strangeness only passed by in a flash, and then quickly restored the original face and pupils.

After finishing the soul-suppressing spell, Yang Zimei took a step back, feeling as if her whole body was exhausted, and the energy in her body was constantly leaking out, flowing towards the woman.

How is this going?

She wanted to stop it with a little panic.

However, no matter what, it cannot be controlled.

That woman seemed to be practicing the star-absorbing method, continuously sucking her energy.

The woman's originally shriveled face gradually became fuller, even glowing with a stranger's rosy color, and the dead air covering it also began to gradually dissipate.

I saw her eyelashes moving slightly, and under the thin eyelids, the eyeballs could be seen moving.

And the fingers that were originally placed on the abdomen also began to move slightly...

Everyone watched nervously holding their breath.

On the other hand, Yang Zimei was nervous why her energy could not be recovered.

Could it be that in order for her to become her own person, she must be fused with her own essence?
Yang Zimei looked back at Yuqing with a look of pleading for help...

The moment she looked back, she suddenly felt that Master's smile was a little strange.

She blinked her eyes, only to find that Master was still Master, and that smile was normal.

Maybe I was too tired and had hallucinations.

Yang Zimei shook his head.

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(End of this chapter)