Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

A moment after the impact, he suddenly froze, his face was buried on the ground so that his expression could not be seen clearly, he murmured: "How did I die... By the way... Princess Xian was killed once, I was helping her." She was killed by thieves in the process..."

After saying this, he paused, touched his head, and slowly sat up, with a difficult expression on his face, he said: "Do you have anything else to ask?"

"What did you do to the souls of those aunts?" Xue Yao asked from the side.

Meng Yi smiled weakly: "There are too many ghosts. I was afraid that they would reveal my identity, so I refined and absorbed the ghosts of those people."

Song Ting recalled the scene just now, and still felt a little weird, he said strangely:

"What happened to you just now?"

Meng Yi shook his head slowly, recovering his strength for a while. He looked far away: "What do you think will happen after I die?"

Song Ting was silent when he heard the words, what would happen?He has killed so many people, and his soul is full of sins. If a trace of resentment from those who died resides in him, his body and luck will deteriorate.

And he is a soul body, if the soul dies, his whole body will dissipate in the world, even if there is an expert to help him gather the soul to enter reincarnation, it must be a bad fate.

Wu Lian shook the floating dust, and said solemnly: "You have killed too many people, and your crimes are serious, and you are originally a soul body. After death, your soul will fly away. Even if you get help from others, you can gather your soul and be reincarnated. Your fate will not be very good."

Song Ting glanced at Wuliang when he heard this, Meng Yi seemed to have almost lost his soul power, and he couldn't last long. He originally thought that the dying person should not hit him too much, but Wuliang told him directly.

But yes, since he has done those wrong things, he has to bear the consequences himself.

Meng Yi coughed a few times, his expression became weaker and weaker, he glanced at Princess Xian from a distance, his eyes were tender, and he said softly: "Li Niang...you must live well..."

Wuliang was watching this scene from the side, and suddenly he spoke, his expression was ugly: "Didn't you absorb the souls of those dead aunts? How could the soul body of Princess Xian survive in the human world for so long? You put those After refining the soul, quietly transfer the refined soul power to Concubine Xian?"

Meng Yi was taken aback, and panic flashed across his face: "No...it's not like this...I refined those souls myself...cough cough..."

Wuliang snorted coldly: "Refining? I'm afraid that what you refine is the resentment in your soul. Seeing that you are full of sins, it should be that you gave the clean soul power you refined to Concubine Xian, but you absorbed the resentment yourself. Otherwise, Princess Xian is a soul body, without a physical body, how could she have lived so long?"

Meng Yi's cough became worse, and his figure gradually became transparent: "Ahem... Liniang, don't... listen to his nonsense..."

Concubine Xian looked at his face, she didn't know anything else, seeing his body becoming more and more transparent, she couldn't help crying and ran to him, raised her arms and hugged him: "Meng Lang! Don't die! You can't Die! You are dead, what should I do..."

Meng Yi smiled, opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out of his throat, his figure became transparent, dissipated with the wind until he disappeared.

Concubine Xian noticed that the person in her arms was disappearing, she hugged him tightly in grief, but it was in vain.

She could only watch him disappear in front of her, and she cried bitterly.

Song Ting looked at this scene, shook his head, and sighed, this matter is finally over.

Recalling the scene just now, he still felt a little strange, why Meng Yi, a person lurking in the mansion, could move the corpse of Princess Xian to the garden and set up a formation without anyone noticing that it was unusual?

Since he had been lurking for so many years, why did he suddenly show up today?

And his weird reaction when they asked him how he died...

"Master Dao, I'm neither a human nor a ghost. I'm just a soul, and I won't live long. Everything is caused by me. If I die, will the crimes on him be alleviated?"

Princess Xian's voice brought back Song Ting's thoughts, she knelt on the ground, with tears in her eyes, she turned her head to look at Wuliang Xun and asked.

Wuliang opened his mouth and was about to answer, but Jingming behind him took a step forward, and replied: "The crime on him is because he killed those aunts, and it has nothing to do with you. Although their souls were absorbed by you, you It's not much use to die, Master and I can save them, so Meng Yi's crimes will be lessened."

Wuliang glanced at Jingming, snorted, and said nothing.

Jingming felt the immeasurable gaze and felt quite helpless in his heart. The master spoke too bluntly and had offended many people before. If he hadn't stopped him, he might have offended them.

Concubine Xian's eyes were red, she reluctantly glanced at the room, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Dao, I don't have a physical body now, and I can't live long. I have been living in this world before because I still want to see him, and because Yu He's still so young..."

"And Meng Yi is dead now... I won't live long. I have never really been happy in my life. I just ask the Taoist priest to tell Yu'er's father to take good care of Yu'er... From now on, I will never die again." Someone will lose their life just to keep me alive..."

Concubine Xian smiled slightly, her face was particularly sickly, but her eyes were pure, her eyebrows were curved, her smile was bright and moving, her figure gradually became blurred and transparent, and disappeared with the wind.

She was dissipating her own soul power, but no one sent her soul power, so she wouldn't be able to live long.

Jingming sighed, and looked at Wuliang: "Master, let's gather souls for them, and then help those aunts to be rescued. Look at their faces, these two people are destined to be husband and wife, but it is really unlucky to be destroyed..."

The remnants of the breath and souls of those dead aunts stayed on Meng Yi and Xian Wangfei, and their souls must be condensed first to save those dead aunts.

It's just that I don't know if Master, the old man, will agree. After all, Master doesn't like to meddle in other people's business.

Wuliang snorted coldly, stroked his beard, and walked forward, squinting at Jingming who was standing there: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you leave quickly? If it's later, the souls of the two of them will be completely dispersed."

Wu Liang smiled and patted his head. His cheeks were round and slightly chubby, and with a bald head, he looked even rounder, so he quickly chased after him.

The two came to the place where the souls of Meng Yi and Concubine Xian dissipated, raised their hands to gather together a ball of air, and Jingming picked up the air-like transparent thing in his hand and walked towards Wuliang.

The two put the two balls of air together, and Jingming took out a string of Buddhist beads from his bosom.

Wuliang was digging and digging in his arms, he couldn't find this side, he switched to the other side, but he still couldn't find it, he frowned, groping up and down his body, wondering where did his prayer beads go?

Seeing that Wuliang couldn't find the Buddhist beads, Jingming looked anxious, looked around him up and down, fell silent, resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and said, "Master, your Buddhist beads are in your hand."

Wu Liang was taken aback for a moment, and raised his hand to see, that's right, his string of Buddhist beads was just hanging on his hand, and the round and smooth rosewood beads emitted a quiet light in the sun.

Wuliang coughed uncomfortably: "Brat, what do you know! I just wanted to check if I dropped anything!"