Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

The case is not over yet, so Yingying's body has not been brought back, but at this moment, there is still a coffin under the low wooden house. The coffin is covered with a quilt. There is a desk in front and three people behind the desk. The Eight Immortals tables are stacked on top of each other. The mage wearing a yellow robe is holding a rattle in his hand and winking at the apprentice who is playing drums and cymbals next to him.

Grandma was sitting on the edge, and she obviously felt something strange. She glanced at them curiously, and her eyes fell on the coffin for a moment, and then her eyes turned red.

"Yingying, Yingying, are you back?"

Su Chen also stared at the quilt on the coffin, because it was faintly covered with a thin layer of ice, especially the ice picks hanging down from the edge of the quilt, which were very conspicuous.

It's a pity that the heavenly eye is not open, otherwise at this moment, one could see Yingying at a glance.

At this moment, the mage who was ringing the bell stiffened suddenly, rolled his eyes, as if he thought of something terrible, turned around slowly, and then jumped: "Ghost, ghost!!!"

While shouting, he threw the rattle and ran away with his robe in hand.

When the three disciples playing drums, gongs and cymbals saw this, they looked at each other and immediately stopped moving either to catch up or to stay.

Grandma trembled and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Yingying, my poor child, mom has chosen a cemetery for you. The feng shui is very good. Mom knows that you were pregnant and killed, so she is not willing to accept it. But Yingying, A Bao has been arrested, and he will be shot if he turns back. Retribution, you should stop making trouble, listen to me, let’s be good and be reincarnated. If we are destined to be my daughter in the next life, okay?”

There was a cold wind blowing around, and then it rushed straight to grandma.

Su Chen hurriedly stepped forward to block it. The yin energy entered his body and the coldness penetrated into his bones. Even he couldn't help but shiver all over.

Grandma, who was blocked by Su Chen, had her lips trembling even more, and her eyes were full of fear and pity: "Yingying, it's mom, are you, are you..."

Su Chen sighed helplessly: "Grandma, your daughter's resentment is still lingering, so I'm afraid she won't recognize you."

Grandma obviously recognized Su Chen and grabbed his hand.

"Young man, can you help Yingying? Grandma will give it to you if she has money. Please help Yingying, help her."

When Lin Jingyu heard the noise, he hurriedly put on his coat and came over, just in time to hear the conversation: "Grandma, please don't embarrass this little brother. He is a fortune teller. How do you know this? Every other line is like a mountain."

In the eyes of Cuicheng people, when they encounter these gods and ghosts, they always go to the local Taoist priests and magicians, but most of those who can be active in the market are not good at it.

Just like this master practitioner, Lin Jingyu knew that he didn't have much ability when he invited him, but thinking that Abao had been arrested, the funeral probably wouldn't be a big problem, so it was just a formality, so he didn't think much about it.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong.

The "Ghost" sound just now was probably heard by many neighbors.

At this moment, Lin Jingyu was racking his brains to think of how to invite a real master. Although he is a local expert in Cuicheng and brags all day long that he knows half the people in the city, but who can he know the real experts? I was really confused for a while.

Otherwise, we should go to those mages and ask them where their truly capable masters are? At worst, the red-seal return package will be bigger?

While thinking, Lin Jingyu heard Su Chen's voice: "I understand a little bit, but I don't have yellow paper and cinnabar, so I can't draw the talisman."

Lin Jingyu: "???"

Grandma was a little disappointed after hearing what Lin Jingyu said, but now her old eyes suddenly lit up: "Youngster, really?"

Seeing Su Chen nodding, Lin Jingyu was also happy: "Isn't it just yellow paper and cinnabar? I know where to find it. Wait a minute."

He hurried over and then ran away. After a while, he opened the incense and candle shop in an alley, and then came back with a bag.

Now Su Chen has no moral character at all. In order to avoid failure in drawing the talisman, when grinding the cinnabar, he bit his fingertip and dripped three drops of blood.

This is the secret skill of the Tianshi Mansion, which can increase the success rate of drawing a talisman, and after the talisman is completed, its power can also be increased by 10%.

Lin Jingyu watched secretly from the side and saw Su Chen biting his fingertips without changing his expression, the corners of his mouth twitching. He glanced at the young man next to him who was still holding the gong, and asked quietly: "Can you draw talismans?"

The latter shook his head repeatedly.

What a joke, he has only been a teacher for two years. In these two years, he has only learned how to play a gong, drums, and memorize all the sutras, let alone draw talismans.

Okay, he originally wanted to quietly ask Su Chen how the talisman was drawn. After all, accurate fortune telling does not necessarily mean that he is good at it, right?

Lin Jingyu was muttering in his heart, but his eyes suddenly stared.

Just now, when Su Chen Fu Cheng raised his pen, there seemed to be a faint light flowing on the talisman.

But when I looked carefully, there was nothing.

Did you see it wrong?

Lin Jingyu hurriedly wiped his eyes.

Still nothing.

He turned his head, and the young man holding the gong did the same.

If one person sees it wrong, it is probably wrong, but if two people see it wrong...

Lin Jingyu's eyes suddenly shone and she stared at Su Chen happily.

Master, true master!

As the old saying goes, people should not be judged by their appearance.

Fu Cheng, Su Chen looked at it carefully and frowned slightly.

Inferior, inferior quality!

If in the original world, there were evil ghosts all over the place, this kind of paper would be just waste paper, the kind that wouldn't even be enough to scratch the itch of the ghosts.

Hey, there's something wrong with a different body.

Everything has to be started from scratch.

Fortunately, at the moment when the symbol was completed, he was able to communicate with this world as he wished, and he vaguely felt that he had established a connection with it.

Su Chen put the talisman aside and started drawing again.

If waste paper doesn’t work, then give me a dozen!

Use the cinnabar light to draw a total of nine lines.

Su Chen took seven talisman papers and quickly posted them around the auditorium.

Then he stood in front of the coffin, flipping his fingers inflexibly, and suddenly shouted coldly: "Imperial!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven talismans suddenly burned.

Lin Jingyu's eyes widened as he watched the smoke produced by the burning talisman slowly gather on the top of the coffin, and a human figure appeared faintly.

This, this, this...

Before Lin Jingyu could say anything, grandma staggered forward and reached for it: "Yingying, my Yingying!"

Lin Jingyu stepped forward and pulled her back.

"Grandma, the master is doing it, we can't mess around."

The human figure struggled violently, sometimes condensing and sometimes spreading apart. It took a long time before it finally stabilized unwillingly.

Su Chen quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, okay, although the resentment is heavy, it does not reach the level of a ghost.

He cleared his throat: "Yingying, the person who killed you has been arrested and he has received the punishment he deserves. Apart from that, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Grandma stopped talking and stared at the human figure with burning eyes.

Tears welled up.

It’s Yingying, it’s Yingying.

The solid human figure's face became clear now, but it was made of smoke after all. Even if the facial features were clear, only a rough outline could be seen.

But just like this, grandma couldn't help but get excited.

It's her daughter!

It was the daughter she gave birth to after ten months of hard work!

"Yingying, Yingying~"

Listening to the hoarse old voice, the human figure was slightly moved, and the smoke faintly dispersed, but quickly gathered again.

"Child, my child~"

The ghostly voice was bone-chilling.

When Su Chen heard this, he immediately looked towards the humanoid's belly.

This is incredible, there is a round ball hidden inside.