The Twilight Stalkers

Chapter 896: Soul Binding (1)

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I don't know if they really came, because I don't have the ability to see ghosts, but I guess the ghosts of Li Yingkui and his wife should be nearby.

The villagers looked around for a while, and seeing no movement, they realized that I had lied to them. They were all gnashing their teeth in anger and started throwing dirt down again.

I turned over with all my strength, raised my hands behind my back, and chanted the incantation: "Wandering soul, where to stay? The three souls have already come, and the seven spirits are coming. The mountain gods and river lakes are the six jia gold. I am sending you now, search for them with all your heart. Collect the soul and possess the body, and help to raise the spirit. The deceased Li Yingkui, come and show up quickly. Hurry up and obey the order!"

This is the Ghost Shop's unique skill, the "Soul-Binding Spell". It's about binding, not searching. If the soul of the deceased is nearby, it will show up once the spell is finished.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old voice said, "Li Yingkui is here!"

The voice was lifeless and eerie. Anyone could tell it was not the voice of a living person. The villagers immediately stopped shoveling and turned back to see a shadowy figure standing behind them. His face was pale and his tongue was long and bright red. His eyes were sticking out of their sockets and almost falling out. He stared at the bottom of the pit. In the dark night, he looked indescribably hideous and weird!

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The old man was strangled to death here, not killed by Qu Mo.

Someone among the villagers screamed "Ah!", which caused a chain reaction. They dropped their shovels and ran faster than rabbits. In an instant, they all disappeared without a trace.

I turned over and got behind Shen Bing, asking her to help me untie the rope. I looked at Li Yingkui's ghost and asked, "Were you lured here and killed last night?"

"I don't know." The old man shook his head, looking confused.

Damn his second uncle, Fatty Winter Melon was so vicious that he made the old man die without knowing how he died. I sighed and said, "It's okay, you should report to the underworld as soon as possible. Remember, wait at the intersection of Huangquan Road on the night of the return of the soul. Don't come back without my call."

"Got it." Li Yingkui stuck out his long tongue and dragged out the sound, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

We untied the ropes and everyone cheered and climbed up the edge of the pit. I shushed them and the villagers fled back to the village. Fat Winter Melon would never give up. Think about it, it's not that easy to deal with Tan Qing alone, let alone the leader of the Bai Ling faction, who must have more special skills.

I whispered to them to keep quiet and find a secluded place to hide until daybreak. The safest place here is the treetops. There are dense pine trees in the mountains, and the pine needles are lush. If we hide in the trees, even if they know where we are, it will be difficult for them to attack us from a high position.

So they ran out of the cemetery, made a long circle, and went into a pine forest. They found a towering tree, and the five of them climbed up and huddled together, so that they could take care of each other and keep each other warm.

Now Qu Mo is in a much better mood. If she hadn't discovered this secret, she would have died with regret for the murder. They asked me in a low voice how I found out that Li Yingkui had died a long time ago and his ghost was still in this cemetery.

I chuckled and said, I was just guessing. They all fainted and almost fell off the tree.

But Qu Mo didn't believe it. After being tortured by Shen Bing, he refused to say anything. Finally, Shen Bing used her trump card and seduced him with her beauty, so he confessed. Oh, this reminds me of the joke "I still want to confess". It is said that a man was captured by the enemy and tortured to make him confess. This man was very stubborn and refused to speak. The enemy sent him a beautiful woman, and he confessed, and the next day he shouted: "I still want to confess!"