deadly mantra

Chapter 747 Who is summoning whose undead?
Moonlight, candlelight, and firelight reflected on the water.

Ji Fanyin followed the light and swam towards the river.

When she was about to surface, a sudden surge of water dragged her body down.

The heavy sand rising from the bottom of the river obscured her vision. In the darkness and silence, Ji Fanyin pushed up with her feet as hard as she could. At this moment, another torrent hit her from behind, lashing her on the back of the head like a whip. .

Ji Fanyin completely passed out.

The next moment, the rapids at the bottom of the river dispersed.

The current pushed her body out of the water and slowly floated into Linyue Lake, which was connected to the Changhe River.

Under the moonlight, a painting boat with the flag of Yunshangduan stopped. Someone jumped into the water, picked her up and brought her back to the cabin.

A quarter of an hour later, the boat arrived at the island in the middle of the lake and docked.

Not far from it.

On the lakeside, gusts of night wind blew by. The half-burned paper boat was held in Phytolacca's hand. The burning flames spread to his fingertips, but he seemed not to feel any pain and had no intention of letting go.

Qin Zhen was horrified and exclaimed:
"Father!"

Phytolacca fluttered her eyelashes and let go of her hand.He looked down at the burned-out flames, then at his aching fingertips, and suddenly chuckled.

There was a hint of sadness in that laughter.

Every nerve in Qin Zhen was tense, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Phytolacca took out the paper from the basket and threw it into the brazier, and whispered:
"Walking at night, stealing offerings, hanging wind chimes on the bedside, swimming in the middle of the night, standing in the shade, whistling, standing under the banyan tree... These are all taboos tonight and can easily attract sneaky people. There is another thing that is ten thousand What do you think you can’t do?”

Qin Zhen asked in a trembling voice:
"It's...what?" The dancing firelight reflected in his deep pupils, Shangluca said:
"You cannot call out the name of the deceased."

A chill rose up Qin Zhen's back, and he said:
"These...these are all fabricated by ignorant people, sir, I can't count them all."

Hearing the sound, Phytolacca smiled in a low voice:

"You're right. There are 25 taboos in total, and I tried them all. Sure enough, they can't be counted..."

Qin Zhen is not suffering from myocardial infarction, but now he feels that he is not far away from it. He dare not say a word.

After the sacrifices were burned, Qin Zhen followed Shang Lu and walked towards his residence.

On the way, he saw a painting boat docked by the lake. In order to divert his master's thoughts, Qin Zhen deliberately said loudly:

"Master, look, it's Yunshangduan's boat. Looking at it at night, this boat is more majestic, more exquisite, and better-looking. Yunshangduan is indeed rich and powerful. Just one boat is worth a lot of money!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure staggered out of the houseboat, half-bent.

The man's high-bundled hair, the red headband fluttering in the wind, and the golden phoenix embroidered on the corners of the flying red skirt... all pierced Qin Zhen's heart.

His expression changed drastically, and all he could think about was - what a ghost! !His father finally summoned the deceased soul of that adult! ! !

Qin Zhen was trembling all over, and was so frightened by this horrifying scene that he almost fainted:
"...Master, you...you saw me...what I saw...right? I...I...I really want to see...see...her, her...that...that Bit……"

Phytolacca felt a "buzzing" sound in his brain, and the boiling blood in his body rushed toward the top of his head. However, his feet seemed to be frozen by frost, and he did not dare to move, for fear of another illusion.

The next moment, his eyes turned red, and the ecstasy in his heart swallowed up all the hesitation, and he walked forward quickly:
"She's back, she finally heard me..."

(End of this chapter)