unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 117 Don't Care About These Details
"Be careful." Gu Beiqi suddenly pulled her away and pulled her away.

Where she was standing just now, another red light came on.

Gu Beiqi whispered: "Don't get touched. These things don't look dangerous, but there may be a lot of them."

Song Yu nodded and saw that with every wave of his hand, a "person" covered in blood came out.

These people were so crowded that all their consciousness had disappeared, leaving only blood all over their bodies and the instinct to wave.

They are craftsmen who have suffered a lot, so naturally they have to work together to have any chance of survival.

Companions, what they want is companions.

And Song Yu and Gu Beiqi were their chosen companions.

Song Yu was holding a talisman, and seeing ghosts in all directions, she could already see the talismans on these people's mouths from such a close distance.

On the heart of each of them, there is a talisman drawn, the talisman is upside down, and the word "borrow" is drawn with red blood on the gallbladder.

"This is the art of borrowing souls for ghosts. Kill a living person in front of the dead soul, and use the energy of the seven souls that are not dead and the three souls that are not destroyed at the moment of death to feed the ghosts."

No wonder it has been hundreds of years since this incident. Not only have these guys not dissipated with the passage of time, but they have become more and more fierce.

After Gu Beiqi listened to Song Yu's explanation, when he looked at these ghost figures, he couldn't tell whether the blood flowing on these people was their own blood or the blood of those who were killed inexplicably.

Where their eyes could see, everything had turned red. Numerous lanterns hung above their heads like this. The lights lit in the lanterns were the fire of the soul.

These people kept waving.

Song Yu did not click any more charms, but took out two small paper figures.

There are ways to deal with spirits, and there are ways to deal with this kind of ghost that transformed from a human being, which is not as dangerous as other spiritual creatures.

Taoism has the Three Purities, Shangqing, Taiqing, and Yuqing; Buddhism has the Three Treasures, Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha; and civil law has the Three Arts, paper figures, straw figures, and puppets.

"Pull out a hair and give it to me." Song Yu said.

Gu Beiqi pulled off a piece of hair and saw that he had pulled out a white hair. He suddenly sighed in his heart. It turned out that there were already white hairs. He gave the hair to Song Yu: "What do you want to do?"

Song Yu took it and took a look: "Just wait and see. Come on, old man, add another drop of blood."

The old man Gu Beiqi felt miserable, so he could only shut up silently, bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on it.

She tied her hair to the paper figure, and then pressed the paper figure into the palm of her hand. Cinnabar ghost-suppressing charms had already been drawn on it.

"Xuxu Lingling, Taishang Yuqing, helping the poor and helping the poor, cutting paper into soldiers, three souls to the left, seven souls to the right, get up quickly, and obey my laws."

The paper man stood up unsteadily.

Song Yu looked at the paper figurine and clicked his tongue twice: "It would be great if Zhong Liqing would marry me."

It's just that she has borrowed his anger a few times, and she has such supernatural powers. If she can sleep with Zhong Liqing for a night, then she will definitely be able to make a living today.

Gu Beiqi just thought that she had been in love with Zhong Liqing for a long time, but it was not the time to talk about it now, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Song Yu put the two paper figurines on the ground, and the two little guys ran away. They carried the breath and blood of Song Yu and Gu Beiqi on their bodies, like two big living people. This group of craftsmen were lured away.

As soon as the craftsman left, the red light also dissipated, leaving only the two of them in the darkness.

This time, Song Yu lit the talisman again. This time he finally broke through the wall and walked out.

As soon as the two of them walked out, they heard someone making a noise on the way, crying for their father and calling for their mother. The sound was very familiar.

Gu Beiqi heard this voice and wondered: "What's wrong with this Taoist priest? Aren't you afraid? Why are you here again?"

Song Yu also scratched his head: "Why is Lao Su here too?"

The two stood there waiting for a moment, and soon saw Su Mian and Taoist Master Zihua.

Taoist Zihua was tied up, and he was tied tightly with hemp rope from head to toe. His face was also colorful, and his eyes became swollen from crying. Seeing Song Yu, he shouted: "It's here! You Bandit! Bandit, hurry up and let go of the poor, you treat me like this, the patriarch will not spare you!"

Su Mian threw him away, holding a torch in one hand and a stick in the other: "Oh, it's nothing. It's caused me to not be a filial son."

Taoist priest Zihua twisted into a maggot on the ground and kept cursing Su Mian.

It was his own fault. After he went out, he happened to meet Su Mian who was bidding farewell to his old father on the official road. Seeing Mr. Su's style, he wanted to make some big money, so he went to find Su Mian and told him that Song Something big happened and I'm going to die here.

When Su Mian heard this, he naturally wanted to collect her body, so he asked the Taoist priest to lead the way. The Taoist priest asked for 100 taels of silver for traveling expenses.

He just lost all his money last night, breakfast was paid on credit, and he paid the bill with a fart of money.

As for the two disciples of the Taoist Master, when they saw that the momentum was not right, they ran away like a gust of wind and said they were waiting for their master at the same place.

Song Yu looked at Su Mian and was very moved: "I didn't expect you would come even though you knew it was a dead end. I'm so touched."

When Su Mian saw that they were unscathed, he knew that he had been deceived. It might be too late to go back now, but seeing that the situation in front of him didn't seem so dangerous, he started to talk nonsense.

"The biggest regret in my life is that I haven't met a person I like... Hey, let's not talk about it, you are the only one here now, if I die..."

Song Yu patted his chest, and the colorful chicken made a grunting sound: "If you don't dislike it, I can make up for your regret."

Su Mian interrupted her: "That's not what I meant. I meant that you remember to burn a paper figurine for me."

Song Yu: "..."

Gu Beiqi untied Taoist Master Zihua and said, "You should go back the way you came."

The Taoist priest's whole body had become a color, and he stood up in great pain: "I dare not go back."

Gu Beiqi looked behind him and saw a red light turning on silently near the stone monument. It was so sinister that he could no longer go back.

If you can't go back, you can only keep going forward.

Song Yu and Su Mian hooked up shoulder to shoulder. Su Mian was so tall that he almost pinched Song Yu. It can all be swept away.

This time, I can finally see the inn.

Pines and cypresses surround the inn, and the eaves are raised and slightly hidden among the branches. The moonlight falls on the roof, forming a layer of white frost, giving the mottled tiles an illusory feel.

Under the white frost is a deep corridor, and under the deep corridor are heads one after another.

The skin and flesh of these heads have been gone, leaving only the white bones. Only the hair will never rot, wrapped around the beams, staring at everyone with dark eye sockets.

All the heads of 120 craftsmen households are here.

(End of this chapter)