Lao Gong begs you not to seek death

The sky darkened, and night fell.

Bai Wuchang pinched his chin and thought carefully, "Little baby, the old man knows that your two masters don't want to drink Mengpo soup, but you haven't said why Liu Jinli wants to resurrect your master. Could it be... he is" Master control'?"

Lin Yu didn't understand the specific meaning of this term, so he didn't answer the question quite wisely.

Bai Wuchang thought for a while, and counted with his fingers, "No, I heard that you have 'sister control', 'sister control', 'brother control', and 'brother control' in the human world. What is the situation of this 'master control'? ..."

Seeing him thinking about it seriously, Lin Yu really didn't dare to say that he didn't know...

Then Bai Wuchang changed the subject: "But you don't have to worry too much. Take ten thousand steps back and say that Liu Jinli is really capable of bringing back the soul body, and he can't completely reproduce a person."

Lin Yu: "What's going on?"

"Because in the underworld there are only souls but no souls, three souls and seven souls, three souls and seven souls. The soul of a person is gone as early as the moment of dying. How can the soul match the original body?"

"So... so..." For some reason, Lin Yu's heart felt a bit of disappointment.

"It seems that the old man has to go to Po Meng's to ask, she knows this kind of thing best." Bai Wuchang flicked the cloth strip on the head of the mourning stick, and was about to ask Lin Yu if he would like to run with him. As a result, a familiar black figure came into view, he stopped abruptly, and blocked an arm, "Wait a minute."

Lin Yu stopped, "What's wrong?"

Bai Wuchang straightened his hat, tucked back a strand of curly hair that fell out from the side of his ear, and slowly straightened the front of his coat, and finally said leisurely: "Brother Fan, why do you look like this?"

The tone is very loose.

Lin Yu complained silently in his heart that this greeting was too careless.

The "Brother Fan" who was leaning against the bamboo trembled when he heard the words, his brows were furrowed and he regained his composure, then he covered the back of his head and cursed, "How dare that Lizi sneak up on the old man!"

Bai Wuchang stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and turned the mourning stick in a circle, as if he was planning some kind of plan, "Brother Fan, do you know where Liu Jinli has gone?"

"Brother Fan" still touched his head and pointed in a direction, "I went east, so I shouldn't have gone far."

"Thank you." Bai Wuchang cupped his hands and made a bow to him very naturally, then raised his eyes with a fierce look, "By the way, Brother Fan, what did Liu Jinli do to you?" Following this sentence, a certain The smile on his face became stronger and stronger, and Lin Yu always felt that there was something in his words and a knife in his smile.

"Brother Xie, no matter how much you talk to the old man, that impolite man will run away." Hei Wuchang pouted his nose, and raised his thick eyebrows impatiently.

However, before the words finished, Bai Wuchang pressed the stick to his forehead, and the inertial wind stirred the broken hair on his forehead, "Stop pretending, little thing, this old man is not a fool."

"Hehe, is this exposed?" Hei Wuchang giggled a few times, and it transitioned into a young man's voice very naturally, with his right hand slowly protruding from the back of his head, "But Qi Ye, how did you know Are you pretending?" But before the two of them saw what he was pinching, they saw a cloud of white mist lingering around the black shadow, a black corner of his clothes fluttering in the wind, and the gray mist dissipated, standing in place The man turned into a young man in a cloak in an instant.

The young man's eyebrows are like stars, and he stands upright in the night with his hands behind his back. Even if the mourning stick is thrown under his eyes, his expression does not change. He is completely different from the stinky old man wearing a high hat just now.

He was as handsome as a character who had just stepped out of a storybook.

Lin Yu looked at this scene in disbelief. Liu Jinli's yin energy was used perfectly, and even high-level illusions could be perfectly controlled.

Bai Wuchang was not surprised at all, "This old man has partnered with Brother Fan for thousands of years, even if he turns into a gray old man, he can still recognize him."

Liu Jinli shrugged pretending to be relaxed, and inadvertently got closer to him, "Then you are really amazing."

"I don't care about the compliments. I don't like to listen. Why don't you tell me something that I'm interested in, for example..." Bai Wuchang spread his left hand in front of him, and a transparent iron chain slowly emerged, "Your master's topic."

Lin Yu suddenly felt guilty...

Liu Jinli immediately glanced over, which made Lin Yu feel even more guilty.

But his eyes only paused for a second, and then he smiled at Bai Wuchang, "Okay, it's my honor that Mr. Wuchang is interested in my master." Then he only listened to "Bang" There was a crisp collision sound, like two wooden sticks colliding together.

Bai Wuchang was stunned for a moment, and found that the stick that was originally on his forehead had been bounced off, and now it was lying quietly in his hand.

Liu Jinli finally revealed his right hand and the black stick he was holding in his right hand.

Lin Yu could barely see through the moonlight, the shape of the stick was exactly the same as Bai Wuchang's, only the color was black.

Almost invisible in the dark.

Presumably this is Hei Wuchang's magic weapon - the mourning stick.

Liu Jinli stomped his feet suddenly, and a circle of red glowing mantras spread around him in all directions. This time, it was no longer inside the barrier, but the entire town including houses, schools, and shops.

He shouted in a deep voice: "The name of the first soul is: Corpse Dog!"

"Bang!", the formation was like a huge heart, making a loud noise.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity surged up, and Lin Yu was stunned in surprise.

Bai Wuchang took a few steps back, "Not good, the reversal array has started to work!"

Liu Jinli rushed forward, waved his right hand, and touched the white stick again.

"state."

Bai Wuchang was outraged and said: "Why did you smash the old man's magic weapon?! It can't be broken!"

Liu Jinli ignored him, bit his middle finger and spilled a drop of blood, "The name of the second soul is: Fu Shi!"

"Bang!" The formation danced again.

Lin Yu had seen this kind of spellcasting in his memory, but he didn't remember what it was for, only that it was a forbidden technique.

Then there was another sound of "Bang", Bai Wuchang couldn't bear it anymore and swung the soul chain, wrapping around his wrist, "Be honest, boy, I don't want to play bumper cars with you, stop this formation quickly, so that I can still help you!" Say love in front of Lord Yan."

However, Liu Jinli turned a deaf ear and said to himself: "The name of the third soul is: Bird Yin!"

"Boom!" This time the vibration of the array was twice as strong, almost uprooting the bamboo.

A gust of wind blew in front of him, Lin Yu stared blankly in front of him, muttering to himself, "The first soul, the second soul, the third soul... the seven souls?"

After thinking about it, he widened his eyes in horror, and shouted loudly with all his strength: "Qi Ye stopped him! He wants to use the resonance between the mourning sticks to gather the dissipated seven souls one after another!"

Humans have three souls and seven souls. The soul is the spirit that can exist without the human body, and the soul is the spirit that can only be manifested by relying on the body.

The soul survives, the body dies and the soul dies.

Ordinary people can only summon the spirit body when summoning souls, but Liu Jinli gathered Qi Qipo to see him, because he really wanted to revive the "person" Master.

Bai Wuchang: "What?!" Can a mourning stick gather souls?Why doesn't he know?

In the gap of a moment, Liu Jinli glanced coldly at the man in white, "Bang"...

Bai Wuchang: "Forget it, don't worry about it, stop him first!" He squeezed the chain, pouring in a force, only to hear a "click", Liu Jinli's wrist bone broke instantly, and his five fingers had to be loosened.

The stick fell on the grass, Liu Jinli quickly picked it up with the other hand, and shouted: "The name of the fourth soul is: Swallow Thief!"

"Boom——" the force came out from the ground, and the ground cracked countless gaps.

Lin Yu took a step to help stop it, but suddenly a sweet smell came out of his throat, followed by loss of strength in his limbs, and he felt that his internal organs had been torn apart, and the pain drove him crazy.

He coughed violently a few times, and pressed the Shenque acupoint with trembling hands.

But now he can't even figure out the location of the Shenque acupoint...

The boy simply pressed the acupuncture points indiscriminately, making his chest turn purple. The pain was not relieved, but intensified. He could only press the acupuncture points over and over again, making his skin bruised and purple.I don't know how long it took, as if he finally couldn't bear the heart-piercing pain, he lay on the ground and sobbed softly, "This can't be done... I want to save Liu Jinli, I promised Master, I swore to Master I will save him, I will definitely save him!" At the end of the sentence, the boy clenched his fists tightly.

The childish voice stumbled and echoed in the woods, he bit his lips, smashed his fists to the ground in anger, and said hysterically: "Master! This disciple swore to you——!!!

"Disciple... miss you..."