dragon hunter

Chapter 283 Soul Replenishment Secret Art
When I woke up the next day, I felt an indescribable soreness all over my body, which was very uncomfortable. I thought it was because I was too nervous yesterday, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Fatty Wang is such an idiot, if he doesn't sleep until the sun is high, he won't wake up, and I don't bother to wake him up.

Just as he was about to go out, Fatty Wang sat up straight, almost startling me.

"What are you doing in a panic, you can't sleep well." I glared at that coward.

"Ghost, there are ghosts in this house!" Fatty Wang said nervously with cold sweat on his forehead.

I was startled, turned my head and looked around, the weather outside was sunny, the room was brightly lit, and the air was sober, what the hell was going on?

"What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight?" I blamed Fatty Wang for making such a fuss.

"You don't know. I had a nightmare last night. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't open them. I opened my mouth wide, but I couldn't yell. I always felt something was haunting me." Fatty Wang said with lingering fear. .

"Don't think too much, it may be because you are too nervous." I comforted.

Walking out of the room, I saw Lang Xingsong standing on the balcony, stretching his muscles.

I walked over to say hello, and saw that his complexion had improved a lot. Although Brother An Zanlang is not young, his body is no worse than that of a young man.

There was a knock on the door outside, Lang Xingsong walked over to open the door, and saw Lang Ying standing at the door carrying a large bag.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, I'll bring something to eat." Lang Ying walked into the room and put the things on the table.

I turned around and went into the bathroom to wash. When I came out, I saw Fatty Wang walking out yawning and staring at a pair of dark circles.

"Why, didn't you sleep well last night?" Lang Xingsong asked with a smile, turning his face to the side.

Fatty Wang opened his mouth and was about to say something when I interrupted him and said it was nothing, maybe he was too tired.

After all, this is Lang Xingsong's home, if Fatty Wang was to say that there are ghosts in the house, it would only embarrass everyone.

Fatty Wang walked over resentfully, without washing his face, he picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, looking like he was gobbling it up and reincarnated from starvation.

"In the bag over there are the materials you want. You can count them and see if there is anything missing." Lang Ying pointed to a large plastic bag.

I opened the plastic bag and looked through it a little. Everything was in order, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Brother Lang, after breakfast, I'll help you restore your memory." I picked up a cup of soy milk and said.

"The relationship is good, but the memory is missing a piece, which is quite awkward." Lang Xingsong said with a smile.

After breakfast, I closed the curtains around the room, took out a box of red candles in the bag, and placed them one by one in the room to light them.

On the surrounding walls, I pasted yellow talisman paper, a copper incense burner, placed in the east, and three sticks of incense were inserted on it.

I learned this secret method from the Broken Physiognomy. It said that people have three souls and seven souls. If memory is damaged, most of the souls are missing. As long as the damaged soul is replenished, the memory can mostly be restored.

Sitting there, I took out the Soul Jade Bell and motioned for Lang Xingsong to sit cross-legged on the ground, concentrating and calming down.

I shook the soul jade bell lightly, a layer of fluorescent light appeared on the surface of the bell, and the crisp sound echoed in the room.

After possessing the spirit of the weapon, the soul jade bell has already revealed the true characteristics of the primary magic weapon, and has many magical effects.

Fatty Wang and Lang Ying, one on the left and one on the right, stood aside to protect the Dharma, looking a little nervous.

I pointed to the three sticks of incense sticks on the incense burner, pinched a formula with my fingers, and the green smoke from the sticks of sticks turned around and floated towards the top of Lang Xingsong's head.

The three sticks of incense on the incense burner are not ordinary sandalwood, but benzoin made of soul-nourishing wood. Fortunately, the Lang family has a collection, otherwise it would really take a lot of trouble.

Lang Xingsong sat cross-legged on the ground, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his brows were furrowed.

Everything is going well, and when the three incense sticks are burned out, Lang Xingsong should be able to recall part of his lost memory.

At this moment, a black air rose from the corner of the room, like a snake, floating towards this side.

"Be careful, that's evil spirit!" Fatty Wang reminded.

My expression tightened, the direction where the black air rose was the auspicious position of the room, and it is said that it is absolutely impossible for the evil spirit to appear.

Combining the experience of Fatty Wang and I last night, I found out with horror that the Feng Shui of this room has been tampered with secretly.

However, now is not the time to pursue these things. At the critical moment of casting spells, I must ensure that Lang Xingsong will not be disturbed by that evil spirit.

"Fatty, find a way to dissolve that evil spirit." I said hurriedly.

Fatty Wang chanted a spell, rubbed his hands, and slapped forward vigorously, a faint golden light greeted the evil spirit.

A cold woman's laughter resounded in the room, and the sound was extremely familiar.

"Xu Fang!" My pupils shrank suddenly. I didn't expect this weird woman to jump out to make trouble at the critical moment.

"It's her. I remember that voice. She is the one who secretly controls us." Xinyue's voice sounded directly in my head.

Nervousness flashed in my eyes. Halfway through the spellcasting, if someone interrupts me now, not only will I suffer backlash, but Lang Xingsong will also become an idiot.

"No wonder the fat man had a nightmare all night, it turned out that this woman was playing tricks." Fatty Wang muttered to himself.

"You concentrate on casting spells, and leave the rest to me!" Lang Ying took out two daggers and said through gritted teeth.

My heart is heavy, if it is really that weird woman, Fatty Wang and Lang Ying can't stop each other at all.

Lang Xingsong seemed to be disturbed by the cold laughter, and there was a pained look on his brows.

I speed up the spellcasting, the situation is not good now, the longer it is delayed, the worse it will be for us.

The light in the room was dim, and the flickering candlelight made our shadows appear distorted.

From the decorative painting on the wall at the side, a woman's face with disheveled hair was squeezed out, with a sinister smile on her face, it was Xu Fang whom she met last time.

Lang Ying gritted her teeth, held the dagger in both hands, and rushed over there.

I calculated the length of the benzoin, and it will take at least a quarter of an hour to complete the casting.

A translucent figure squeezed out from the decorative painting, wrestling with Lang Ying.

I was slightly relieved, as long as the strange woman's body didn't come over, things would still turn around.

Fatty Wang was about to go over to help when there was a knock on the door behind him, making him take back his steps.

I needed to keep casting spells and couldn't clone myself, so I signaled Fatty Wang to go over and see who was outside.

Fatty Wang walked over, and within half a minute, he came back with a pale face.

"It's Xu Fang's body outside, what should we do?" Fatty Wang's voice trembled.

A cold chill rose from my heart, and the fluke in my heart just now disappeared without a trace.

The knocking on the door behind him became more urgent and stronger, and even the whole room shook a little.

Lang Xingsong's eyelids trembled, as if he was about to wake up.

"Brother Lang, stay calm and don't be distracted." I hurriedly confessed.

The battle on Lang Ying's side was still going on, but as time went by, she gradually fell behind.

"Fatty, don't worry about the outside, hurry up and help Lang Ying." I said without turning my head.

The Soul Jade Bell is suspended in mid-air, making a crisp and pleasant sound. Thanks to Xinyue's manipulation of it, I can be distracted and take care of other things.

The knocking on the door outside came one after another, each knocking on my heart, for fear that the next moment, the other party would break into the door.

I nervously looked at the layout of the room. Since the opponent's avatar can appear here, there must be a medium hidden nearby.

"Fatty, take off that decorative painting and see what's behind it." My heart moved, and I said quickly.

Fatty Wang moved quickly, and immediately went to remove the decorative painting, and saw a strand of hair stuck to the back of the frame.

"Burn off that hair quickly." I said hurriedly with my eyes fixed.

The clone fighting with Lang Ying seemed to feel threatened, and wanted to fight for that lock of hair, but was held back by Lang Ying.

Fatty Wang took out a lighter and lit a strand of hair behind the picture frame. As the hair was burned by the flames, the avatar screamed and disappeared.

I squinted my eyes, looked at the opposite side, remembered the sinister aura rising from the corner, and immediately told Fatty Wang to look over there to see if there was anything hidden.

Fatty Wang rummaged around and found a blood-stained earring in the empty space of the table.

I immediately asked Fatty Wang to throw that thing far away. Fortunately, I found it early, otherwise the weird woman could have used the earrings to create another clone.

Time passed by, and the incense sticks became shorter and shorter, but the knock on the door, like a reminder, didn't stop for a moment.

"The door is loose!" Lang Ying faced me, staring at the back, and said nervously.

"Just hold on for a few more minutes." I stared at Xianxiang and muttered to myself.

The knock on the door outside seemed to have disturbed the property of the community. I heard scolding in the corridor.

However, the noisy voices quickly quieted down, and the knock on the door sounded again.

A trace of cold sweat trickled down from my forehead. It was still daytime, and that woman who didn't know whether she was a human or a ghost was so arrogant and unscrupulous, which gave me the illusion that yin and yang were upside down.

With a bang, the door was knocked open.

Lang Ying held the dagger tightly, took a deep breath, and rushed behind me.

Fatty Wang was a bit timid at first, but when he saw Lang Ying being so brave, he yelled, closed his eyes, and ran to that side, dancing with his eight punches.

In less than a minute, a figure staggered and rolled over, knocking over several chairs.

My eyelids twitched, and seeing Lang Ying's pale face curled up on the ground, I hurriedly asked her if she was okay.

Lang Ying coughed sharply, gritted her teeth, supported herself with her arms, and stood up with difficulty.

"Oh my god, this girl is too powerful, the fat man can't beat her." Fatty Wang ran back, crying and howling.

I gritted my teeth bitterly, and saw that there was only a short trace of the incense stick left, as long as I held the woman for 1 minute, the spell casting would be completed.

At the critical moment, there was a piercing scream from behind, and an invisible wave of air surged in, cutting off the connection between the incense smoke and Lang Xingsong.

(End of this chapter)