Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

Taoist Su was walking in front of me, not to mention me, even Taoist Su couldn't react to what was going on, but Mu Feng had already disappeared.

The two of us subconsciously turned our heads and saw that there were two people standing outside the courtyard wall, Grand Master and Second Martial Uncle. In Grand Master's hands, he was holding a bulging doll with a human face printed on it.

After that, he stood in front of me and said in a deep voice, "Martial Brothers, I think it's better not to worry about this. Firstly, our master told us that we are not allowed to summon souls no matter what, and secondly, Changle and Changyue are both people who will die. If Wenwen tries to draw souls, it wouldn't be a good thing for her either."

When Taoist Su said this, he looked towards me with a hint of guilt in his eyes. Perhaps even now, Taoist Su still felt that he shouldn't have brought me here, much less let the two of them know that I'm a Soul Painter.

Just as he finished speaking, before the two of them could speak, I had already said: "Where is Mu Feng? What have you done to him? "

I don't know why, although Mu Feng isn't that important to me, but right now, I don't know what's wrong with him. It feels like my heart is being pinched against my chest.

After I finished speaking, uncle master looked at Taoist Su with a dark face, then he looked at me and said in a low voice, "That ghost is inside the cloth doll in my hand." Just as he said that, I wanted to rush forward to snatch it back, but I was immediately stopped by Taoist Su. Actually, I am very clear in my heart, even if I rush over now, wanting to snatch Mu Feng from their hands, is impossible.

Grand Master's uncle coldly snorted and continued, "If you want us to release this evil ghost, you just need to draw its soul for us and I will let it go."

He looked deeply at the two of them and said depressingly, "Right now, I just want the two of them to leave here safely. I hope that you two seniors do not stop me, otherwise …"

I didn't wait for Taoist Su to finish before I rushed in front of him and said, "I agree. As long as we finish drawing the soul, you all must release Mu Feng."

I know what you're thinking. If it's purely for me right now, I want them to meet in battle, that's the last thing I want to see.

Seeing me like this, Daoist Priest Su didn't say anything. The two of them took the cloth doll and left. Daoist Priest Su and I returned to the courtyard.

"Wenwen, you must remember, the death of Changle and Changyue is definitely not that simple. Their souls were trapped by someone, and no one knows who trapped them. As a Soul Painter, forcefully pulling out the sealed soul is already very dangerous, plus the two of them are dead, if you draw soul, then even the Yin Division will find trouble for you, you must think carefully. " As soon as Taoist Su entered the room, he said this to me.

I remember that in the third manual that my grandfather left behind, he once said that if a ghost is trapped by an uncontrollable external force, if the person is forced to draw the soul, then the power will be transferred to the person's own body, and at that time, the person's soul might even be trapped as well.

Of course, there's also a way to break it. Tonight, I will use this method, and although Daoist Priest Su's words weren't clear, I could tell that he suspected that Chang Le and Chang Yue's deaths were related to his two senior brothers.

When we saw the two of us come in, Great Master Uncle Flick stood at the side and seemed rather dissatisfied. The difference from the day was, his gaze was now completely on Dao Elder Su, as if he was a little angry towards Dao Elder Su.

The coffin had already been opened, and a faint green mist could be seen revolving around the coffin. It seemed that there wasn't much resentment, but I understood that the soul isn't here. I glanced at the cloth doll in uncle master's hand, then slowly walked towards the coffin and looked at it.

I find it strange that Second Martial Uncle isn't here. I don't know where he went to, but it's fine now. Daoist Master Su and Great Martial Uncle are currently fighting each other. It looks like they're about to start a fight.

I didn't ask any further and took out a brush from my body. When I came here, Daoist Master Su told me to wrap a piece of talisman paper around the brush, saying that he would help me.

When I looked into the coffin, my gaze froze. It wasn't a corpse inside the coffin, it was actually a skeleton, and there were two of them folded together. They didn't tell me about this beforehand.

I abruptly turned my head towards the Great Grandmaster and asked solemnly, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that it was two sets of bones?"

Unexpectedly, the Grand Master still asked me with a blank look, "Can't a skeleton draw a soul? Isn't it the same as summoning souls? "

I really don't understand why you became the temple head. Wasn't the previous ancestor a little too inhumane, I scolded him in my heart, and then continued, "Of course not, the spirit of the drawing soul is to keep the soul of the dead person, to let it remain in the world like a Yang body, I must know what he looks like."

He seemed to come to a sudden realization as he said in a muffled voice, "So that's how it is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Daoist Priest Su said, "If you can't draw souls without appearances, you can let them go now, right? Let's just forget about it. It's best not to force it. "

After Daoist Priest Su finished this sentence, the Grand Master's sullen expression suddenly changed. "You don't want her to draw your soul, is it because you killed Changle and Changyue?"