Chapter 31 Soul-Calling Technique

Pearson screamed for a minute while bleeding. When his face turned pale as snow due to excessive blood loss, Pearson gritted his teeth and stopped howling. He tried to use his remaining arm to support his body, stare at Wu Song, and squeezed out three words from his teeth, "Why?"

"What why?" Wu Song stood more than one meter away from Pearson, with no expression on his face. There was no sympathy or compassion in his cold eyes, as if Pearson was struggling and screaming in front of him, not a human, but a mutant beast.

"Why are you okay even though you are obviously infected with the powerful muscle atrophy poison? Why are you a thief but you can easily break the vines!" Due to excessive blood loss, Wu Song in Pearson's eyes had begun to blur, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. Compared to a minute ago, his fear of death has faded a lot, but after death, Pearson wanted to be a wise ghost.

"Didn't you say that everyone should have their own secret?" Wu Song looked at Pearson and showed a very worthy expression.

"But I answered your question just now!" Pearson's face became paler and paler.

"But I don't want to answer your question." Wu Song curled his lips and grinned at Pearson, "I'm not as kind as you. I have to say so much nonsense to a dying enemy, so you are destined to be a fool."

"It's true!" Pearson smiled, and a mouthful of blood foam spurted out from the end. He looked at Wu Song and said, "My heart is indeed not cruel enough, but I really want to know how you broke free from the shackles. Let's make a deal. Answer my question. I'll tell you something you promise to be interested in, how..."

Pearson couldn't speak halfway, and a long dagger penetrated into his chest. Pearson's eyes were pitch black, and Wu Song's dull voice came to his ears.

"I'm not interested in making a deal with you, but I'll find the thing you said that interests me."

"What is he looking for?" This is the last thought before Pearson closed his eyes... "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't say it, right? Tip! Don't look at what I did at the beginning. Let me tell you, there is no secret here at all!" Wu Song snorted, gently picked it with his toes, turned Pearson's body over and turned it upwards, then took out a piece of yellow paper from his backpack. The guy spread the yellow paper flat on Pise Sen's chest, then bit his fingertips, drew a strange pattern on the yellow paper with blood, and then spit out a mouthful of saliva and pasted the yellow paper on Pearson's forehead.

In the Global Village, Wu Song is not only a professional player, but also works as an Onmyoji part-time job.

The so-called Onmyoji is actually also called a fortune teller or an illusionist. This ancient academic originated in China. Onmyoji not only knows how to watch stars, but also knows where to look at people's faces, knows disasters, draws talismans and chants, and performs illusions. He also knows the truth about the powers that people cannot see, such as fate, souls, and ghosts, and has the ability to dominate these things.

Communication with the soul is one of the abilities of Onmyoji. Wu Song was born with the ability to communicate with the soul. His parents died when he was young and his family was in poverty. Later, by chance, Wang Daoru, a master of Yin-Yang studies in the area, was taken as a closed disciple by Wang Daoru, and was taken to Guanyun Mountain to become an Onmyoji.

Wu Song was very talented in Yin and Yang studies, but this guy was ignorant by nature and was not interested in boring things like practicing qigong. Instead, the vast world at the foot of the mountain was full of yearning. Later, Master Wang Daoru passed away, and this guy took the part of the legacy left to him by Master Wang Daoru and became a famous professional player.

Soul-calling is a relatively simple spell among Yin-Yang Techniques. Although Wu Song only learned some of the Yin-Yang Techniques when he was watching Yunshan, he knew the low-level spells such as Soul-calling. Earlier, the Wangdao and Confucian masters were strict with Wu Song on the mountain and rarely gave him pocket money. When this guy was fine, he sneaked down the mountain to pretend to be a charlatan and used Soul-calling techniques to pretend to be a god and cheat money for money. Therefore, Wu Song was very familiar with the process of Soul-calling.

He first put the drawn soul-calling talisman on Pearson's head, and then drew a spirit gathering array around Pearson's corpse. Everything was ready. Wu Song walked to the front of the corpse and muttered to the soul-calling talisman on Pearson's head.

In fact, the process of soul-calling is very simple. First, the spirit gathering array around the corpse will suck the soul that has already floated out of the body back into the body again. Then Wu Song used the soul-calling talisman to forcibly control the unstable soul, and then asked what he wanted to know and it was done.

After Wu Song finished reciting the spell, the soul-calling talisman on Pearson's head began to shake constantly, and then Pearson's corpse also trembled like cramps, and the trembling amplitude became larger and larger. In the end, he stood up directly from the ground without relying on any external force.

"There's a chance!" Seeing the corpse sitting up, Wu Song breathed a little relieved. He bit his tongue and sprayed blood at Pearson's head. The corpse was trembling with blood when Wu Song's blood sprayed, and then opened his mouth wide and made a clucking sound like an old hen.

Pearson's body chuckled for almost twenty seconds. When he shut up, his closed eyes suddenly opened. But what was strange was that this guy's eyes were completely white and he could not see the black eyeballs at all.

"Huh... it's done!" Seeing Pearson rolling his eyes and cramping, Wu Song breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Song had done something like soul summoning in the global village for more than 860 times. However, in this world, this was the first time he used soul summoning souls. Although this guy was quite full, he felt a little unsure. Now that he saw that Pierce's body was completely in a state of being successfully summoned, Wu Song was sure that his milliliters of blood had not flowed in vain. The guy swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat and said to Pearson's corpse with a strange emphasis, "Humble soul! From now on, I am the master and you are a servant. Whatever I ask you, you will answer if you hear me!"

"Yes!" The corpse opened his mouth when he heard Wu Song's words, and a hoarse answer from his throat, which was already a little distorted.
Chapter completed!