After converting to Qingqing Dao, my little junior sister went crazy

When Mrs. Yang woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her man looked at her with a complaining look on his face: "Why are you going out so late at night? Going to such an unlucky place."

Mrs. Yang couldn't argue. She wanted to say that she ran out of control at night, but who would believe her?
She had no choice but to swallow her grievances.

I thought that this would be the end of the matter, but it didn't.

When Yang's wife woke up in the widow's house for the third time, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, ran out of the house crying and told everything.

Even when she ran out, she still held the bronze mirror in her arms - when she woke up this time, she found it in her arms. It was as if it had grown on her body and she couldn't throw it away no matter what.

The other villagers didn't believe it and wanted to take the bronze mirror away by force. Unexpectedly, pulling on the bronze mirror was like pulling on Yang's wife's skin, which made her scream in pain.

Now everyone had nothing to do. The village chief had no choice but to come to Shujue for help.

When Shu Jue arrived, the Yang family was surrounded by people.

Most of them came to watch the fun, and some of them had a good relationship with the widow during their lifetime. When they learned that Yang’s daughter-in-law had undue thoughts on the widow’s things, they scolded her in front of her house, which made Yang’s daughter-in-law scolded. Her son huddles in the house and dare not go out; not only that, she also gets nagging from her man at home.

Yang Da knew that his mother-in-law liked to take advantage of small things, but he didn't expect that she would even take advantage of dead people.

After nagging for a long time, I still didn't feel relieved. When I saw her holding the bronze mirror and crying there, I almost couldn't help but attack her.

At this moment, someone outside said, "The village chief is here." He suddenly regained his consciousness and glared at his mother-in-law: "Cry, cry, cry, what's the use of crying? I've already lost my face to you. ! Ordinarily, don’t you want me to buy you everything? What are you greedy for? You’re greedy for other people’s things!”

"How did I know that something like this would happen?" Yang Da's wife was sobbing, her cheeks were stained with tears. She was holding a bronze mirror with both hands, and she couldn't free her hands to wipe her tears. Yang Da looked annoyed at her. , naturally I won’t wipe it for her.

"Village chief." It wasn't until the village chief came in that Yang Da stopped scolding his mother-in-law. Seeing that there was someone behind him, he couldn't help but be a little confused: "Who is this?" Because he was not there when Shu Jue came for the first time. In the village, he didn't know Shu Jue either.

"This is the Immortal from Hongzong of the Qing Dynasty." The village chief made way for Shujue, "Please help her take a look."

Shu Jue nodded.

In fact, when she first came in, she discovered that there was a lot of ghost energy in this room.

The source of the ghostly energy is the bronze mirror held in the arms of Mrs. Yang.

"Is it convenient to let her go first?"

What others saw was Mrs. Yang holding the bronze mirror, but what Shujue saw was circles of ghost energy wrapping around Wife Yang's arms, forcing her to hold the bronze mirror.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Yang felt that her arms seemed to relax. She was stunned, then tentatively moved her fingers, and found that the control of her arm was back in her hands.

I was so happy that I subconsciously threw the bronze mirror away.

Shu Jue noticed her intention first and said calmly: "If you want her to haunt you all your life, just throw away the bronze mirror."

Before Mrs. Yang made a move, she subconsciously hugged the bronze mirror tighter.

I don't know if it was because the control of her body was now back in her hands, but she always felt cold all over while holding the bronze mirror.

It wasn't that cool feeling, but a kind of cold that penetrated into her bones, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Why are you pestering her?" Shujue looked at the bronze mirror and asked her question.

She was secretly surprised. This widow had only died not long ago, right? He actually already has such a strong ghost spirit.

It seems that there is a lot of resentment.

In the horrified eyes of Mrs. Yang, black energy floated out from the bronze mirror, gradually forming a somewhat blurry figure.

She almost fainted from fear, but the coldness in her arms stimulated her and made her sober. Strangely, among the people in the room, only Shu Jue and Yang's wife seemed to be able to see the black shadow in the sky.

Hearing Shu Jue ask her, Heiying kept muttering: "Why, why..." but could not answer Shu Jue's question for a long time.

Wife Yang always felt that the black shadow was looking at her when he said this, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Before she could react, she found that the black shadow suddenly came closer, right in front of her.

She screamed in fright, took two steps back, and subconsciously threw the bronze mirror in her hand.

Shu Jue's face darkened, and she reached out to catch the bronze mirror. The black shadow rushed toward her, and the sharp sound hurt her eardrums.

"Mirror! Mirror! My mirror! Ah!"

A hand seemed to stretch out from the black shadow, grabbing toward Shu Jue's face. Shu Jue waved his hand and released a blast of fire spiritual power. The black shadow's hand suddenly retracted as if it had been burned.

In just a moment, Mrs. Yang had already pushed away the village chief and ran out, muttering: "Don't kill me, don't kill Ye!"

Yang Da, with a livid face, supported the village chief and gave her a slap: "You caused the trouble yourself, and the village chief asked someone to come over for you even though he was old, and you still pushed him?"

"I, I didn't!" Only then did Mrs. Yang realize what she had just done. Her legs became weak and she immediately knelt down in the direction of the village chief: "Village Chief, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean it. !”

The village chief shook his head: "That's all."

Shu Jue used her spiritual power to send the person out of the house and set up a barrier inside the house.

The mirror was thrown out, and the shadow became furious and struggled with Shu Jue.

Her attacks were unorganized, and although they were powerful, they couldn't hurt Shu Jue in the slightest.

Outside the barrier, no one could see a crack appearing in the sky.

The girl holding the rope walked out of the crack, feeling the ghost energy everywhere, but did not see the soul.

"It's really weird." She murmured to herself and took two steps forward.

There was a group of humans surrounding them who seemed to be discussing something.

She leaned in and listened for a while, and immediately knew that the spirit was still in the house.

So he walked through the wall and entered the house.

Shujue felt the barrier she had set up tremble. Before the black shadow could attack, she looked back.

The girl who ran into her barrier happened to look towards her, and everyone was surprised at the same time.

"Shu Jue?"

"Yu Sheng?" Her barrier prevented humans from accidentally entering, but it did not protect against ghosts.

Yu Sheng still looked the same as before, but now he was holding a rope in his hand and wearing a white robe.

The black shadow attacked Shujue again, and the rope from Yu Sheng's hand flew out and tied it tightly.

"It's been so long since I last saw you. Have you become a staff member of the Ghost Clan?"