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"Is this still possible?" The thin man put his hands on his knees and looked at Wu Ling in surprise.

"This is how magic and witchcraft originally work. It is similar to the way spirits act, but there is no entity like spirit." Wu Ling raised two fingers, "The traditional consciousness passed down and the evolving rituals, as long as they have these two , to make the spell take effect.”

"Well... what about the price?" The thin man asked excitedly, "Can I bargain with that witch?"

"That's not true. Char's ghost does not cost you much. What she pursues is power. In the West, there should be many witches and mediums who have read her stories and worshiped her, but as far as I know "No one believes in her and imagines her as a fixed spirit form." Wu Ling said, "She will be happy to accept your wish and realize it, making herself a spirit. From a certain perspective, this is a disguised form." Resurrected."

I took a breath and felt the thin man next to me suddenly tense up.

"Are you planning to create a new spirit? But..." Chen Xiaoqiu wanted to object.

"No, it's not a new spirit, just a ghost. If she could become a spirit, she would have already become a spirit in the stories spread by witches. Don't forget, she was originally a living person and has been dead for many years. If The soul has not disappeared. It may be in the underworld and may have been reincarnated several times. What appears in the mirror may only be a soul. The consciousness of those witches is not enough to make her a spirit. , is still fixed on the mirror, no matter how powerful she is, it will be easy to deal with her." Wu Ling was very confident when she said this.

Speaking of which, many spirits themselves are attached to some entities, and they need a carrier. The spirit cannot be destroyed, but the carrier can.

Now that the vector is directly in our hands, it can be easily eliminated.

The last hidden danger has disappeared.

In order to ensure the success rate, Wu Ling mentioned some more steps in the ceremony.

At twelve o'clock at midnight, I lit a candle in front of the mirror and silently thought about the witch. At the same time, I needed the thin man to draw some blood and draw the mark of the black witch on the mirror. Wu Ling also prepared some traditional black magic and spiritual summoning ritual props for Shouzi, such as black cat bones, baby skulls, women's fingers, ropes on the gallows, cursed dolls...

She took out the items in the box one by one, and introduced each item she took out.

Some of the things had chains tied to them and talismans attached to them, which made people feel even more creepy.

The thin man's relaxed mood immediately changed, and sweat began to flow from his head.

I looked at Wu Ling and then at the others in Qingye. They all looked calm.

"...If Char's resentful spirit still doesn't respond to you, you will unlock a seal. These will be treated as sacrifices. The ritual only lasts for one minute. If you don't get a response within one minute, the ritual will end. These things need to be sealed again." Wu Ling took out a stack of talisman papers.

"You're not here? I'll do it alone?" The thin man pinched the talisman as if he was going to crush it.

"We can't be present. Too many people will make the other party suspicious. The other party is not a rookie and will be very wary of the surrounding environment." Wu Ling said.

The thin man looked at me.

"Lynch can't be here either. However, you don't have to worry. We will be in the next room. You will perform the ceremony here tonight." Wu Ling said.

A hotel suite, just right.

The few of us decided to stay without much discussion.

This decision made the thin man a little more relaxed.

We ordered takeout together and had dinner, then we quietly waited for midnight to arrive.

The thin man has been reviewing the steps of the ritual, mustering up the courage to pick up those cursed items.

We also helped decorate the room for the ceremony.

I need to find something to set up the small mirror, and all the large and small items need to be arranged.

Wu Ling also taught several times how to use the talisman paper. Although this method of use is very silly, just stick it on, but the thin man is still worried, and he has to do it several times before he can feel at ease.

When Wu Ling saw this, he simply asked the thin man to release a cursed object and then try to seal it.

"That's it." Wu Ling handed the cursed doll to the thin man.

I've seen this doll before. When I accidentally saw the ghost of Aunt Wang, who had been missing for two years, I asked Qingye for help, and Ye Qing pointed me to a cardboard box. There are cat bones, dolls and other things inside.

The thin man held the doll, his hands shaking slightly.

The doll is tied with a black ribbon. Wu Ling didn't say it, but none of us would have thought that this was the seal.

The thin man pinched the end of the ribbon and shook it slightly. Maybe his hands were shaking subconsciously, but the bow was pulled open just like that.

There is another layer of knots.

But the moment the bow was loosened, I felt a change in the doll.

I saw the doll's eyes blink.

A strange sound came from the thin man's throat.

"Continue." Wu Ling urged calmly.

The thin man swallowed, put his hand on the knot, pinched a small piece of ribbon, and applied slight force.

The ribbon was silky and seemed to come loose at the slightest touch.

I even doubted whether the thin man really wanted to untie the ribbon. The ribbon had already been untied.

The loosened ribbon was held in the thin man's hand and fell off the doll.

The doll's eyes blinked twice and moved, as if looking at the surrounding environment.

"Dad...Dad?" The doll tilted its head, stared at the thin man, and made an ethereal voice.

The sound echoed through the room.

The doll raised its hands, like a child asking for a hug.

"Daddy...Daddy..." The calls ranged from confusion and joy to grievance and sadness, just like a real child wondering why his father didn't hold him in his arms.

The thin man's whole body was stiff.

"Don't worry, as long as you are not confused by it, it can't hurt you." Wu Ling said calmly.

The doll's head turned, glanced at Wu Ling, then looked back at the thin man, stretched out his hands stubbornly, and cried pitifully: "Dad, dad..."

I remembered Wu Ling's introduction to it.

This should be a child's relic. The child was abandoned, died of embarrassment, and became a ghost. Later, he was caught by someone with evil intentions and made such a cursed doll.

Its previous owners either drew out its resentment and used it as spell material, or they felt sympathy and were killed by it.

Of course, it is impossible for a thin person to have sympathy for this kind of thing.

The doll seemed to be aware of this. The expression on its face changed, revealing a ferocious face, and its voice became sharp, screaming "Dad!", "Mom!", "Dad!", "Mom!" ”…it only says these two words.

"Seal it." Wu Ling looked at the time.

The doll's head turned a few times, then stopped and glared at Wu Ling fiercely.

The thin man was relieved and hurriedly picked up the talisman at hand and pressed it firmly on the doll's forehead.

The doll suddenly lowered its hand, losing the vitality it had just now, and its resentment disappeared.

"It's very simple." Wu Ling said lightly, took the doll from the thin man, took the ribbon, tied it up again, and the talisman was torn off.

"Is this not for long-term use?" Guo Yujie asked.

"Well, it's temporary, but it's relatively powerful." Wu Ling said. The talisman in his hand spontaneously ignited, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

The thin man was a little exhausted and leaned on the sofa, with the back of his neck resting on the back of the sofa and his head raised.

However, he looked much calmer than before, and less anxious and fearful.

"Do you want to practice again?" Wu Ling asked.

The thin man thought for a moment, sat up straight again, and nodded seriously.