I looked back at Tan Qing, he was frowning, his face was very gloomy, but when he met my gaze, he quickly avoided it, probably because he felt that he had misjudged Huisha and felt embarrassed. Because this could not be blamed on him, we were all in the same business, and we knew the four lanterns on the roof and what was going on.
Although I bought the items for the counter-attack game from him, it doesn't mean that I can set it up properly. My miscalculation of the soul loss probably made him have little confidence in me.
Looking back at Yan Xiang, the old man rolled his eyes and searched the room for the evil spirits. The evil spirits had deep resentment because they died abnormally, and they might vent their anger on their family members or irrelevant people, causing some bloody disasters. He was the Taoist priest invited by the Ling family, and it was his duty to suppress ghosts and help them overcome the disaster.
I concluded that the two bodies in the constant temperature coffin were two scapegoats, and he was the one who did all this, he must have been very nervous!
Whether the returning ghost can speak when returning to the evil spirit has never been determined since ancient times. It depends on the ability of the heavenly master. Listening to the conversation between Yan Xiang and Tan Qing, they are both second-rate masters, not at the same level as my great-grandfather.
Grandpa Taizu once said that when passing on ghost stories, you have to let the ghosts speak, and they must not fart! Don’t forget, I am the tenth generation inheritor of ghost stories!
The cold wind made everyone in the room fall into silence. For a moment, the mourning hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Yan Ning was originally standing in front of the coffin, but now he retreated with a pale face. He looked dazed and very frightened.
Shen Bing stood on tiptoe and leaned on my shoulder, whispering in my ear: "Is that... that evil spirit coming?"
I nodded, patted her hand on my shoulder, and told her not to be afraid. Then I looked at my watch and said, "It's a little late to return. It may be because of the three of us who have Taoist magic here that they have not dared to come in."
Yan Xiang and Tan Qing agreed with this statement, and the two did not speak. The three Taoist descendants, the magic energy on their bodies is not comparable to the vigorous yang energy, which is the nemesis of ghosts!
I looked at Yan Ning and said, "Aunt, I just want to see Yaxue for the last time, say a few words, and leave immediately." Regardless of whether she agreed or not, I stepped forward and walked towards the constant temperature coffin. Shen Bing followed me forward. This girl did not forget to continue to play a double act with me. Besides, this girl loves to watch the fun. I guess she would be uncomfortable to death if she stood aside and looked at it.
This time Yan Ning lowered his head in anxiety, neither objecting nor agreeing, so I took it as tacit agreement. But Yan Xiang flashed to block the way and said coldly: "Mrs. Ling hasn't spoken yet, you can't go over, if you alarm the Huisha ghost, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster!"
The last word "bloody disaster" shocked everyone. Yan Ning came to his senses, raised his head and shouted, "I won't allow you to see my daughter, get out!"
I stared at Yan Xiang with a rage in my heart, wishing I could stuff him into a coffin and let the two Huisha ghosts bite him to death! But now the truth has not been revealed, everyone believes him, and if I act impulsively, I will fall into his trap.
"Okay, I won't go over. I'll just stand here and say goodbye to Yaxue." I said, clenching my fists and suppressing the anger in my heart.
Tan Qing came over, patted my shoulder and sighed, "Young man, go ahead. You still have problems to solve. It's not appropriate to say goodbye to the deceased in this state."