Raising Evil Spirits

Han Shanshan was sent to the Patrol Bureau, and we went directly back to Longyuan Community.

Yu Xiaoxue got the white rabbit toffee, knowing that I have something to do, she held it contentedly and went to watch TV. Zhao Qian failed to take a shower during the funeral process for several days, and she often broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to wash.

I took the soul urn of the mountain ghost out of the car, turned on the electric stove in the yard, took out three formed soul urns, and returned to the study.

The color of the three soul urns is a bit dark red. After Yu Xiaoxue's plastic surgery, the whole presents the exquisite shape like a teapot. The glyphs carved by Zhao Qian have also been burned to become very delicate, with a fascinating charm in it, slender And extraordinary.

I took out the soul urns that Xijun had used before, and compared them for a while. Now, in comparison, the exquisiteness of these three soul urns is not comparable to that before. I guess grandma didn’t even think about how much it would be used to nourish them. The ghost.

But when I took out my grandma's box and referred to the soul urn inside, I started to worry about gains and losses. What a pity, such a powerful soul urn, such a powerful ghost! It's entirely from the hands of famous artists!

I don't know if I have such a strong day with my grandmother.

"Come out and choose the place you like." I pointed to the three soul urns. Although these three soul urns are similar in shape, in order to be able to distinguish them, I still made a different kind of distinction. It is not an effective choice when it is critical.

Both Xijun and Shangui came out of the soul urn at the same time. Xijun was the earliest hero who followed me and saved my life several times. When he saw Shangui this newcomer, he immediately glanced at his mouth, and his black eyes stared at him. She is a half-high mountain ghost.

The mountain ghost is consciously much better than Xijun. Among ghosts, the level is the last word. Of course, they can't be underestimated by a little girl ghost, showing an appearance without pressure.

She was a bit pretty. She was wearing a light-colored Ming Dynasty Confucianist dress. She was scattered and generous. She should have been a lady in her lifetime. Her complexion was as pale as Xijun, but her eyes were blushing in black.

Looking at this situation, she is indeed better than Xijun.

Xijun chose a lid with a glyph of plum blossoms, but the mountain ghost was not in a hurry, chose the remaining green bamboo and peach blossoms, and calmly chose the peach blossom-shaped soul urn, and then knelt down and waited for me to issue an order. .

"You are new here, just introduce your name." I still feel a little pressure on this lady from the Ming Dynasty, but as her current master, she and I cannot be too polite.

The lady looked at the cup of tea already prepared by my side, and gracefully picked up the tea inside with her finger, and wrote the three characters'Song Wanyi' on the floor. The handwriting was elegant and more graceful than many people's brush writing.

"Wanyi, it's a good name." I nodded, Xijun looked at me complimenting Wanyi, and immediately became unhappy. She ran over and put her arms around my neck, rubbing her cheeks against my close friend.

I smiled helplessly. The children would only express indifference and closeness in this kind of market, and said to Wanyi: "You and I have not yet made a contract, so let's settle the contract first. I will try my best to satisfy you in the future. Requirement, but if I am in danger, you have to do everything to help me overcome difficulties."

Song Wanyi nodded. She has a calm gesture in her gestures. It is really not what an ordinary small family can teach, but she has never seen her commanding a ghost in the back mountain. If you have seen it, it seems that it is not so. Going on.

Of course, there is no doubt that Wanyi was born a wealthy man, and some manners are difficult to pretend.

General exorcism spells are nothing more than to drive unintelligible ghosts, such as picking some easy-to-control children, or choosing some hostile ones. These are relatively easy to drive, even if the strength is found, no matter how strong it is, it will give birth. After the spirited ghosts, they will give priority to using magic to erase their spiritual wisdom, and then use secret methods to drive them.

As for the grandma’s way of raising ghosts, in addition to the ghosts they need to make some contracts, they must also retain their spiritual nature. With the spiritual spirits, it will be difficult to drive, and they need to build a certain amount with them. The emotional foundation, but once they can truly bond with them, they will give back to the ghost-raising people with stronger strength, and even some acquired skills.

The mountain ghost agreed to follow me because he was frightened by his sister-in-law's dominance. According to the ancient saying, that is selling oneself but not selling art. If I really want to use it, Song Wanyi would not do it.

So I had to communicate with Song Wanyi first, and talk softly, and then communicate with each other smoothly, otherwise she carried the burden at the critical moment, it would be no fun.

Regardless of the fact that this lady of the Ming Dynasty is acting dignified and sturdy, she may be very contemptuous of me in her heart, so I dare not say anything. Forcing communication will only bore her.

"Wan Yi, this is your soul urn. I plan to take out a section of your digit and put it in the current soul urn. I will bury the rest under the peach blossom tree in the yard. What do you think?" I tried my best Said calmly.

Wanyi nodded, looked at the peach tree I was talking about outside the window, and showed a faint smile. She was willing to come.

She must have liked peach blossoms very much when she was alive. It was the moment when she chose the soul urn that I decided where she would stay in the future.

Opening her soul urn, I selected a small piece of bone that looked like a finger bone from a pile of bones that had been broken, and put it in the soul urn.

"Xijun, you go into the soul urn. I am going to the dojo on the second floor now." After Zhao Qian's special transformation on the second floor, half of the area became her dojo.

Although I have never been there, I have heard Zhao Qian talk about it and got permission to use it.

Xijun is a little unhappy. Why is there a first-come-last-come? Why can she live in the new house first?

"What's the matter?" I saw that Xi Jun was unwilling to enter his original soul urn, and she pointed to Song Wanyi and muttered something all over her body.

Song Wanyi could understand. After listening, she covered her mouth and laughed, and then wrote some traditional characters on the ground.

Xijun stood in front of my eyes, pulled the collar of her red shirt, pointed at Song Wanyi's clothes, and pouted.

Reading Song Wanyi's words, it turned out that Xijun envied Song Wanyi for everything is good, and there is a new house to live in. Now in addition to the new house, she also needs a set of clothes like this, which is more beautiful than the other party's.

I'm a little embarrassed. Xijun's clothes are a bit rudimentary. When I pulled the collar just now, the inside was unobstructed. It was very thin. But I haven't done anything like changing the clothes for ghosts. How is it done?

After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that during the tomb sweeping during the Qingming Festival, most family members would burn some clothes to give to the ancestors. It seemed that this was the only way.

I agreed: "Okay, I made a contract with your sister Wanyi, and let Zhao Qian burn you a beautiful dress. What do you think?"

Xi Jun showed a satisfied expression, hugged my neck, kissed me on the cheek, and then returned to the old soul urn.

Song Wanyi didn't enter the soul urn this time, and she followed out when I opened the door. I couldn't let her hide away. I am not familiar with her now, let alone order her to do something she doesn't like.

Yu Xiaoxue was watching TV, and when she heard me open the door, she turned her head and looked over. She had eaten the overbearing rune of psychic talisman. Although the function of exorcising ghosts is gone, the effect of **** remains strangely. I saw Song Wanyi at a glance.

Yu Xiaoxue was a little frightened, but seeing that Song Wanyi didn't seem so ferocious, she told me anxiously: "Brother Tian! Didn't you see it! You seem to be following a female ghost?"

I was a little speechless. Why did Yu Xiaoxue slow down for a while, and felt it was time to tell her something, so she said straightforwardly: "How much do you know about grandma?"

"Just what Uncle Hai said..." Yu Xiaoxue was a little curious as to how it got to grandma.

"Well, that's good, I am the same as my grandmother now, do you know now?" I simply said to her.

"Oh." Yu Xiaoxue stopped, but she still looked Song Wanyi up and down.

Song Wanyi ignored Yu Xiaoxue at all, and followed me, cold and frightening.

"Okay, while your Yin Talisman is still in effect, if you see some unclean things, you can treat it as if you haven't seen it. Did you know? I won't let them hurt you." I still confessed to her. , Tongyin Talisman still has a period of effectiveness depending on the situation, and can't let curiosity kill Yu Xiaoxue.

Yu Xiaoxue nodded and responded obediently, but she was so scared that she hugged her legs and sat on the sofa staring at Song Wanyi.

I took Song Wanyi to the second floor, and I saw the dojo that connected to the balcony on the walkway.

As he was about to walk through the aisle to the dojo, the bathroom door suddenly opened. In the bathroom, Zhao Qian stood naked inside, her head full of foam covered with foam! He also stretched out his hands with me.

The skin like white jade and the carcass with a girly charm made my head congested, and my old face looked like red dates.

"Xiaoxue, can you help me take the towel? I don't know what's wrong with my eyes. It seems that the shampoo has gone in. It hurts and I can't see it." Zhao Qian stretched out her hand and asked me to find a towel for her.

An anger raged from behind me instantly, and my sister-in-law was on the verge of an outbreak! Even Song Wanyi was stunned by her reserved female ghost.

Zhao Qian, Zhao Qian! Why are you completely undefended!

Although I didn't see it completely because of the steam in the bath, the appearance of Zhao Qian just now was the same as the mosaic of the beauty in the action movie Sakura Country, enough to make my nose spit blood.

I quickly turned my head: "Aki! It's me!"

Zhao Qian was startled, and closed the door with a scream after a while!

The bathroom is facing the hall. She just heard the footsteps going upstairs. She thought it was Yu Xiaoxue who went upstairs. She washed her hair and blindfolded, so she wanted to let Yu Xiaoxue help to get the towel. I've never been on the second floor!

Okay, now it's all at a glance, Zhao Qian is so ashamed that she doesn't know what to do.

"Ahem... Qian, the bathroom mist is too thick, I didn't see it, don't worry, I passed the dojo." I quickly explained, otherwise Zhao Qian would not dare to talk to me in the future.

"Oh... It's Brother Tian... Then, go use the dojo." Zhao Qian replied embarrassedly behind the door.