Qin Ye nodded, this was his reward for gathering Arthas.
The incomparable experience of the other party will become the cornerstone for him to survive in the coming great change!
"Then... just wait." He looked out the window, tonight was the time to prepare.
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, is the moment when the real sword meets the bare blade.
Even if Death crawls out of the TV, he will kick the opponent back!
The day went by so quickly, Wang Chenghao was so frightened that he didn't dare to be alone by himself. He stayed behind Qin Ye like a pendant for the whole day. After school in the evening, without a word, he dragged Qin Ye and rushed to the suburbs of the county.
On a summer day, the baby's face changes when it is said. The sky was still clear during the day, and at six o'clock they returned to Funeral Street. It was already overcast, and the black clouds penetrated the sky. Occasionally, blue-white lightning flashed by.
At this moment, the spiritual broadcast has just passed, and the houses are closed. There is no one person in the long, some antique streets. The evening wind blows and sweeps the scattered paper money on the ground. Some of the doors of each house are still hung with paper-made spirit banners, and the whole funeral street looks gloomy and windy.
Wang Chenghao never left.
"Yeah..." Qin Ye pushed open the door of the small shop and turned on the lights before the other party relaxed. Qin Ye dropped his schoolbag, rubbed his arm, pulled Wang Chenghao, looked him in the eye, and said word by word, "Wait... Whatever you see, keep it in your heart and forget it in your mouth." Go out for half a word…”
He didn't finish speaking meaningfully.
Wang Chenghao nodded desperately. He also had some hunch. Tonight... I am afraid that he will see some things that cannot be explained by science.
Qin Ye didn't care about him, he was already busy quickly. Arthas said in his mind that the summoning of the soul could not be completed with Qin Ye's strength, and he still needed some auxiliary props.
Incense of the dead, incense made from ashes ground. Not human bones, just ashes.
The map of impermanence, the soul of the yin and the underworld, and the soul of impermanence, as the backbone of the communication between yin and yang, the portrait of impermanence must be present.
A bowl of rice, not ordinary rice, but yin rice. Steamed with glutinous rice and dried in the shade.
A bowl of chicken blood and a chopstick made of willow.
After everything was done, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Qin Ye closed his eyes and rested on the chair. Soon, the clock struck twelve o'clock.
According to Alsace, first, hang the image of impermanence on both sides. Following the sound of swiping, the portraits of two pale-faced men in black and white robes on the left and right were placed on the desk.
Incense case, which is a must for formal funerals.
There are four characters on the top hat of Hei Wuchang, "The world is peaceful." There are also four characters on the top hat of Bai Wuchang, "Get rich at first sight."
Immediately afterwards, the yin rice was placed in front of the table, and the chopsticks were inserted into it. This is to let the impermanence master show mercy and leave the ghosts the last time.
If you agree, the chopsticks will fall.
If you don't agree, and the chopsticks won't fall after the three incense sticks are burned, then... no one wants to conjure their souls.
Whoever recruits, whoever dies.
The King of Hell wanted him to die at the third watch, and no one dared to stay until the fifth watch.
According to Alsace's words, the underworld is gone. But this is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven automatically maintains some of the rules of the underworld, otherwise... the world would have been in chaos long ago.
Qin Ye didn't care about Wang Chenghao either. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His body suddenly spewed out yin energy. Wang Chenghao opened his mouth and was about to exclaim, but he immediately covered his mouth and retreated to the corner of the bed, trembling all over.
brush! In the gathering of yin qi, the ghost messenger clothes have been worn on the body. At this moment, the identity of the mortal has faded, and he is praying to heaven and earth as the ghost messenger.
He lit it with three gray-white dead incense sticks, and the incense that ignited turned out to be a faint green fire. The whole room was eerie. He bowed to the God Statue of Impermanence to the end, and said softly as Arthas said, "You're going to be late at the end of your studies, the ghost sent Qin Ye, please open your eyes to Impermanence."
After speaking, firmly insert the three incense sticks into the incense burner. Then put the Soul Sealing Ball in front of the Yin Rice.
"Today there are yin spirits that die and do not disperse. To bring disaster to the world, I pray that heaven will open up a line, leaving half of the yang energy for men surnamed Wang, and the lower officials will borrow and repay."
A man surnamed Wang? Is... your own father
Wang Chenghao in the corner already felt a little soulless, and he didn't dare to say a word. I just felt sweaty and cold all over.
At this moment, the impermanence suddenly moved.
As if the wind was blowing, the couplet-like portraits of the two sides lifted up and fell gently.
Wang Chenghao felt his scalp go numb and almost exclaimed.
Because... the windows, the doors are all closed! There is no wind in the whole house!
How can it move? What's the matter!
Qin Ye didn't speak any more, he just knelt halfway in front of the incense table, the dead incense burning little by little. Five minutes, ten minutes... One stick of incense takes fifteen minutes.
At the thirteenth minute, his eyes suddenly lit up.
The chopsticks inserted into the yin rice moved slightly.
And then quietly fell down!
At the same time, the yin rice actually began to decrease out of thin air! Not happy, as if something invisible was eating!
"Quick!" Arthas shouted: "Spiritualism is a must! There is only one chance! This is to borrow half of the yang energy from Hetian, to have a meal at a yin difference, and to give you face. You can't ask until the meal is finished, this way The ghost is completely dissipated!"
Qin Ye was also extremely nervous. After living for so long, this was the first time he had done such a thing. He clasped his hands together, and said softly, "Yuguang leads the soul to open the underworld, and Ye Yejing shines in a secluded house. Open!"
As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the soul-sealing ball of sand dispersed, turned into a talisman, and spontaneously ignited without wind. In the center of the house, a blue cloudy vortex condensed, and a white shadow slowly emerged from the center of the vortex as if it had emerged from the water.
"Uh..." Wang Chenghao let out a muffled sound, covering his mouth and passing out.
Qin Ye let out a long sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "Wang Zemin?"
"Ahhh!!!" However, what responded to him was a piercing scream. Full of pain, this soul was wearing a straight suit, and just after condensing, he slammed to the ground with his knees, holding his head in his hands and roaring frantically.
Qin Ye was stunned for a while: "Although I understand your mood... but your way of acting seems a little too much? Could you please restrain yourself?"
"There is a problem with this soul." Arthas said: "Catch him."
Qin Ye's temple jumped, like: Found a wild ghost Stone, go, what's the feeling of Pikachu
"Roar!!" Before waiting for him to move, Wang Zemin, who was holding his head tremblingly, desperately raised his head, and a two-meter-high green flame spewed out of his mouth. His voice was completely different from human voice. The moon is dark and the wind is high, the secret room is evoking the soul, and the impermanence map under the ghost fire is raised straight for no reason.
Ka... At the moment when the pillar of fire shot up into the sky, Qin Ye's waist cord pierced the other side's Heavenly Spirit Cover at the same time, and with a shrill roar, the chilling green pillar of fire finally extinguished in Wang Zemin's mouth.
"Light the sky lantern." Arthas was a little surprised: "Open his mouth, you can see some unexpected things. The so-called sky lantern is the most painful torture for the soul. The dead can't enter the reincarnation at all, and can only endure it. The endless pain of the burning soul. Tsk tsk tsk... Who hates him so much?"
Qin Ye pinched the opponent's jaw, and the touch of his soul was very cold, it was an illusory substance. However, in the mouth of this illusory soul, there is actually a candle!
Qin Ye took it out and looked at it. The candle was gray-white, exuding a strong rotten smell, and the wick was pitch-black. As soon as it was taken out, the corpse let out a sigh of relief, and two green fires slowly lit up at the pupils of both eyes.
"The corpse oil candle is poured into the stomach with corpse oil after death, from the stomach to the mouth, and then put on a wick made of twisted hair. It burns for a hundred years and does not die. The corpse oil candle, also known as the soul-retaining nail, is nailed by it. The soul cannot escape, and the corpse will remain immortal. It is similar to the mummification technique of ancient Egypt.” Arthas said.
Qin Ye played with the broken candle: "Can this explain why Wang Zemin is dead, but his body is still alive?"
"It's hard to see for at least a month."
"Are you... a ghost?" At this moment, an unbelievable voice sounded, and Wang Zemin's soul trembled and said, "It was you... who saved me?"
"Yes, time is running out, I'll talk about it roughly. You're dead, but your body is still alive, and there's a Specter hidden in your house. If you don't resolve it, your son will die within tomorrow."
"Ahao... Ahao? She... She wants to do something to Ahao?" After Wang Zemin was stunned for a while, his voice suddenly became sharp.
Unfortunately, no one could hear his voice except Qin Ye.
"Have you seen that bowl of rice? Before you finish eating, tell me how you died and what you know, hurry up! Otherwise... you have to go on the road after you finish eating. I can't save your son."
"Okay..." Wang Zemin's ghost closed his eyes, he was by no means an indecisive person to become the richest man in a county. As the spiritual body fluctuated gently, he quickly opened his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "It's all because of that woman..."
He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and quickly continued: "My company is called Haiyue, Haiyue Company. It's not big, you may have heard of... "
"Haiyue?" Qin Ye raised his eyelids in surprise: "The Haiyue I imagined?"
Wang Zemin smiled bitterly: "Trademark law cannot have two identical names, it should be the Haiyue you think."
Arthas wondered: "Famous?"
"It's quite famous." Qin Ye sighed with emotion: "Originally, it's not very famous, but it's famous, so why did it move here."
"Looks like you've heard of it..." Wang Zemin smiled bitterly: "Back then... when Haiyue was thriving, a post suddenly appeared on the Internet. I still remember the owner of the post. .'"
"The name is good." Arthas said to Qin Ye lightly, "But he'd better speak quickly, there is no time to hurt him."
Qin Ye continued, "Let me do it. Boss Wang, your mood is a little unstable. You can supplement it by yourself."