soul repair

Su Yigu likes to travel at night, only at night can he see his brother by the river.

These days, several Taoist cultivators came to add to the confusion, and one of them seemed to be familiar to him. Su Yigu thought hard for a few days, but he just couldn't remember who it was.He doesn't care about these, no matter whether someone comes or not, he doesn't want to disappoint his brother.Daoxiu may not be able to catch him, but once his brother is discouraged, he may not stay anymore.

Tonight, my younger brother didn't show up, so he quietly headed towards Tiancheng Temple.

The wind blows the branches and leaves on the trees, and the papers pressed under the stones rattle, making people feel cold and cold even in midsummer.Su Yigu looked down for a moment, and he had already figured it out in his mind. The person who should be damned this time is still a notorious rich man in the city.

Su Yigu walked slowly along the river, it was almost four o'clock at night, everyone had already slept peacefully, and could go to kill people.

This rich man lived in the south of the city, and at this moment he was snoring with two girls in his arms, like a dead pig.Su Yigu hooked out his soul and killed him easily.The soul screamed like it was being cut by a knife, not arousing any sympathy, Su Yigu ignored him and watched him drifting towards the arch bridge in the city coldly.

Suddenly, there was a voice on the quiet street, a man called softly, "Who?"

Su Yigu was startled, and quickly hid sideways in a dark alley.

"Just nearby, a soul just died, and screamed and went to the black jar." The man was talking to the people around him, and when he passed the alley, he stopped suddenly and looked inside quietly.

Su Yigu closed his eyes in a state of confusion.

"What's the matter?" The voice of the other man was lower, so calm that it had nothing to do with him.

"It's okay, I heard wrong, let's go."

Su Yigu waited for the two of them to go far away before he let out a sigh of relief and walked out from the dark alley.The moon and stars were scarce, and there was just a light rain at dusk, and the bluestone ground was also wet.The screams in the distance were still continuing, floating slowly over, presumably those two people had chased after them just now.

Su Yiso walked towards the river as if taking a walk.Let's go see it again, maybe my brother is already there.

This place was not far from the stone beside the moat, Su Yigu flew over in a short time, the moonlight was clear, and a thin figure sat with his knees hugged in the distance, still wearing the light gray suit.His heart moved slightly, as if he was afraid of frightening the young man, he walked over slowly.

Suddenly, there was a rapid wind from behind, and someone shouted: "Palace Master, it's him, right in front."

Su Yigu's face turned pale suddenly, and he looked back suddenly, only to see four people flying over from behind extremely quickly, the person in front was extremely handsome, with a white inner shirt and a black outer shirt, exactly what he felt The familiar one.

Su Yigu's face was gloomy, and he flew forward without hesitation, burning with anxiety.The sound of the wind behind him gradually approached, Su Yigu was so panicked that he was sweating all over his body, and his breathing was so short that he couldn't control it.It's over, they are about to catch up, Su Yigu can almost hear the wind just a few feet behind!

At this moment, he suddenly stopped, and clearly watched a person pass through his body.

That's right, he didn't move, but a man in dark green clothes passed through his body and galloped forward.

Su Yigu stood dumbfounded, and saw that the four people surrounded the gray-clothed boy sitting by the river as if they hadn't seen him at all.The gray-clothed boy wanted to escape but couldn't. Like a trapped wild animal, he stood up and looked at the four with cold eyes.

Shi Knocking sound spoke first: "You are Su Yiting, Su Yigu's younger brother, aren't you?"

Su Yigu gritted his teeth and rushed forward: "Don't touch him, come to me if you have something to do, do you hear me! I'm here, I'm the soul cultivator you are looking for, don't bully him!"

Guan Lingdao turned his head suddenly, but his gaze didn't meet Su Yigu's, he just looked back blankly.Ji Qingyan glanced back, the clean Qingshi street was completely empty.

"Is there a soul here?" he asked.

"Yes, someone is here, very angry, and I can't hear what he said clearly." The voice of the soul is actually hard to hear, especially when it is emotional, it makes Guan Lingdao feel uncomfortable, and it is even more difficult to distinguish.

The gray-clothed boy's face suddenly turned pale, and he also looked anxiously behind Guan Lingdao: "Is my brother here?"

Ji Qingyan glanced down at the three sticks of incense stuck on the ground, most of which had been burned, and only a few inches remained on the ground, and the surrounding bluestones were covered with a thin layer of soot.

This young man used soul exorcism, driving familiar souls to kill for him, and then put the newly dead souls into the black jar.

What he said just now coupled with the green smoke commonly used in performing soul arts, it is difficult to quibble, it is tantamount to a confession.

Su Yiting asked anxiously again: "Is my brother here?"

Just looking at his face, he is older than sixteen or seventeen years old, but he has a young face, and he wears a boy's hair bun, so it's hard to say how old he is.

Guan Lingdao listened intently, the soul around him kept flying back and forth, and a frenzied cold wind blew all around.He nodded and said, "Yes, here it is."

The incense on the ground was almost burnt out, Su Yiting's eye circles were red, she took a black wooden box from her waist, and opened it carefully.

"Come in, brother."

As soon as the words were finished, the last bit of incense on the ground was burned out, and there was no movement around.

Su Yiting closed the black wooden box, sat down again hugging her knees, and said indifferently: "Aren't you going to kill me, do it."

He was so frank and straightforward, and he didn't mean to fight at all, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.Ji Qingyan sat down sideways and didn't make a sound. Seeing that no one spoke, Guan Lingdao thought that he was not a good thing in their eyes anyway, so he asked with a frightening face: "Didn't your brother practice soul magic six years ago?" , was killed by someone, why is the soul still there?"

Song Guzhui also asked indifferently: "This black box is made by the Red Sandalwood Palace, and only Soul Slayers have it. Why do you have it?"

Ji Qingyan also has a black wooden box, which was a gift from the Red Sandalwood Palace when he went to the Central Plains. This rare item is used to collect the soul after killing the soul cultivator. It has a special function, and there is nowhere to buy it.

Guan Lingdao thought to himself: If I don't open my mouth, you won't open my mouth either. I asked him and he didn't answer, so you asked again. In this way, he can still remember my question?

Sure enough, the gray-clothed boy smiled coldly: "Do you think Soul Slayers can't be killed?"

Guan Lingdao's chest felt tight, as expected, the boy forgot his question.

"Which Soul Slayer did you kill?" It was the sound of stone knocking.In recent years, there were only four Soul Slayers who died, and three of them were killed by someone who didn't know. It was really good for Qingyan to go out, and he could catalog new things when he went back.

The gray-clothed boy did not answer Shi Knocking's question, but instead looked at Guan Ling and said, "Can you hear souls?" He waited for a moment, and seeing that Guan Lingdao didn't speak and ignored him, he lowered his head and remained silent again. looking at the lake.

No one wants to answer anyone's questions, and there is no point in asking any more questions, as it has come to an end.

"What do you want to say before you die?" Ji Qingyan didn't speak for a long time, but at this moment he finally opened his mouth coldly.

Su Yiting gritted his teeth: "After I die, put my brother's soul and mine together." He spread the black wooden box in his hand, looked at Ji Qingyan and said firmly: "Put my brother's soul and mine together , I’ll tell you what’s going on.”

"What's so hard to guess?" Guan Lingdao said indifferently, "Back then your brother was discovered to be practicing soul art, so he was killed, and his soul was kept in a black wooden box. Later, the soul killer died for some reason. , Maybe you killed it, maybe someone else killed it, so you secretly took this black wooden box as your own. Your brother must have left behind some soul-cultivating techniques, and you have been practicing it secretly in the past few years. Dare to kill people so blatantly that no one will notice even if they can refine Horcruxes."

Song Guzhui lowered his eyes and did not speak.He has always liked quiet and introverted people, needless to say the sound of the stone knocking, even Song Zhongxian is much better than this Guan Lingdao.He didn't understand what Ji Qingyan liked in him, at that time he didn't even want to say a word to Mo Zhongxian, why did Dudu treat Guan Lingdao so much better?

Guan Lingdao is like a thorn in the back of a chair, if others treat him as a thorn, or if he doesn't usually see each other, he feels nothing.Now that he can't look up and look down, the thorn seems to be stuck in the back of his hand, and he feels uncomfortable wherever he goes.

"We've all guessed it, and it's not that difficult to guess." Song Guzhui has always been calm and introverted when speaking, even when he is sarcastic and accusing, he can't see any emotion, and the cloud is calm and breezy.

Guan Lingdao shook his head in his heart. Deacon Song just didn't like him, so no matter what he said or did, he would dislike him.Didn't he just explain it, which offended him again?Since he also guessed it, why didn't he say anything?He didn't need to change himself for Song Guzhui, an insignificant character, anyway, Ji Qingyan was still there, as long as Ji Qingyan didn't get bored with him.

Su Yiting held the black wooden box: "Anyway, after I die, my soul will be taken away by you, but it will be kept in this black wooden box. Let me meet my brother and stay for a while. It won't cost you much at all." effort."

Ji Qingyan thought for a moment, then nodded.

The stone knocking sound asked: "Who is the Soul Slayer you killed, and how did you kill it? Since you have been cultivating secretly for so long and have not been discovered by anyone, why did you take the risk of killing people recently?"

Su Yiting touched a corner of the black wooden box, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

Back then, the soul slayer killed his elder brother, put his soul into this box and left, Su Yiting ran after the soul slayer, but unfortunately he didn't have any cultivation base on him, and he couldn't find anyone after chasing for a long time.When he walked back in a daze at night, he unexpectedly saw the soul-slayer lying on the ground, already killed.

Su Yiting didn't even think about it at the time, leaving the corpse on the ground alone, and just stole the black wooden box.

"I know that my brother's soul is inside, but I dare not open it, and I don't dare to act rashly, and I don't know how long the soul can stay inside." Su Yiting smiled on his pale face, "Actually, I was I want to practice soul art, after my brother died, I wandered outside and killed wherever I went."

"Why do you want to practice exorcism and insist on driving your brother's soul to kill people?" Shi Knocking sound vaguely guessed something, his face was half puzzled and seven points sentimental, "Could it be because you want to know if your brother is still there? "

Su Yiting nodded, stood up and said seriously: "Kill me."

Touching the black box all day long, he was in a state of anxiety, but he never knew if Su Yigu was still there. Until recently, as his cultivation gradually deepened, he used the soul-exorcism technique to lure his brother's soul out of the black wooden box. He had some expectations.During the day, he asked the little beggar to put the piece of paper with his name written on it in front of the statue. In less than three days, the man would definitely die.

Only in this way can he know that his brother is still there.

Not brother, will not recognize his handwriting.It's not my brother, I won't kill someone for him.

This is an extremely cruel thing in the eyes of outsiders, killing more than a dozen people in a row, which is absurd and weird, but it is for such a simple reason.