Seeing that I was so diligent and studious, he took my hand and accompanied me back to the main hall of the old house, and taught me word by word without hesitation: "The method your mother-in-law uses is the oldest spiritual art in the world, called Wenmi.

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This method has a probability of failure. It is similar to summoning spirits. Sometimes it can be summoned, and sometimes it cannot be summoned. The ghosts that are summoned have to use the bodies of people in the upper world to communicate with people in the upper world openly. This method is very troublesome.

The method I used is a simpler Yin channeling technique, but it requires the practitioner to have some spiritual power. Black chicken blood has strong Yin energy, which can help to attract the souls of the dead, and cow tears can help living people see ghosts.

The three of them can communicate face to face.

This way you don't have to give up your body to the souls of the dead. Being possessed by the souls of the dead will cause serious internal damage."

"So that's it." I suddenly realized.

It’s true that the more capable you are, the more confident you will be.

"Then I'll help you later."

He helped me sit down on the Taishi chair in the main hall, squatted down, and patiently treated the injury on my wrist: "No, I will use your body to perform the art of communicating with the Yin and asking the spirit. You should learn it carefully."

, you can solve these things by yourself next time.”

"You want to get on top of me?" I was stunned for a while.

He untied the gauze around my wrist: "How about you do it yourself?"

I trembled and quickly shook my head: "No, no, no, I'm afraid that I didn't attract the female ghost but lost my own soul instead!"

"As long as you do it according to the method I teach you, you will not go wrong. I will first teach you how to communicate with the yin and ask the spirit, and then I will teach you the Xuanmen magic of collecting and subduing demons. Whatever your mother-in-law knows, I can do it.

Teach me, whatever you want to learn, you can ask me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely be able to teach you."

I bent down and got closer to him, feeling warm and touched in my heart: "Lord Dragon."

"Huh? Do you want to have your tongue hanged?"

I choked and snorted unhappily, "I'm used to shouting... I just want to ask you why you are so nice to me."

"I have answered this question for you eight hundred times, why do you still ask?" His tone was calm, but there was no hint of impatience.

I frowned: "Isn't that because your answers are outrageous every time? Why are you so motivated? Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say this?"

He held my blood-stained arm, raised his eyes to look at me, and said with a serious look on his face: "Of course it won't hurt when I say this, and I'm not lying to you. My heart will hurt when I lose you."

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"ah?"

Without giving me a chance to talk back, he took my head with his palm and pressed my mouth to his lips...

When my lips pressed against his cool thin lips, the tip of my heart twitched hard, and a tingling sensation immediately spread throughout my limbs.

My head buzzed, and my thoughts became a mess.

The heartbeat accelerated, and the burning sensation spread from the back to the neck and ears, and finally accumulated on the cheeks...

My eyes widened, and my ears were filled with the thumping sound of my own heartbeat.

One hand was still stiffly holding on his shoulder...

What is he doing, why, kissing me again.

I remained in one position, motionless.

He squinted his phoenix eyes that hid the stars and the sea, with a smile at the corner of his eyes, and suddenly bit my upper lip with force between his teeth.

There was another numbness on the tip of my heart, like an electric shock.

I was startled by him and hurriedly stretched out my hand to push him.

He sensed my resistance and finally kissed me hard on purpose before letting go.

After the kiss, he didn't forget to lick his thin lips with a satisfied look on his face, deliberately teasing me: "Madam, you taste so sweet."

...I'll sweeten you, you big-headed ghost!

I really want to go up and punch him!

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Twelve o'clock sharp.

Han Yuesheng has arrived at the old house accompanied by his secretary.

Mrs. Han was sitting on the right side of the main hall with a straight face and was not looking at him, while he himself was sitting on the left side of the grand master's chair, smoking non-stop, with a tired look on his face.

After the bodyguards and secretary arranged the incense burner on the altar table in the main hall according to the instructions of Lord Dragon King, Lord Dragon King took advantage of me not paying attention and slammed into my body.

Then he spoke with dignity through my mouth: "The time has come. I will call the deceased soul into the house first. She will tell you the answer you want personally."

He gave the secretary a few drops of cow tears that Mrs. Han's bodyguard had bought at a huge price and said: "Please two of you, apply this stuff on your eyelids and stick it with mint leaves. Take it off after a while, and you can temporarily see the yin and yang."

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The secretary diligently gave the things to Han Yuesheng and Mrs. Han.

After the arrangements were made, he added: "The rest of the crowd should stay out of the way to avoid being hit."

Of course, the secretary and bodyguard had never seen such a scene before. After hearing what Lord Long said, they ran away quickly.

After the two of them left the main hall, the two carved doors of the main hall automatically closed with a bang.

Nine white candles lit up at the same second, and the dark and cold main hall suddenly lit up again, frightening the already frightened Mrs. Han to stand up from her chair.

"ah!"

The Dragon Prince used my hand to pick out three sticks of incense from the incense tube. Turning the incense head down, the incense ignited itself and made smoke.

Three sticks of incense were inserted into the incense burner. The Dragon Prince picked up a broken writing brush, dipped the tip of the brush into cinnabar mixed with water, and skillfully drew a talisman with a few strokes on the dark yellow talisman paper.

In just a few minutes, nine lines were drawn on the talisman paper.

In the last step, the Dragon King lit a small pile of yellow paper that had been prepared by the table. As soon as the flames above the white wax touched the yellow paper, it quickly ignited a flame. The yellow paper was briefly pinched in the palm of the Dragon King's hand.

When it is lowered, it spreads out in a flower shape, and is placed on the table or in an iron basin to burn even more smoky.

"You see clearly, this is how the Yin is opened!" He reminded me in a low and hoarse voice.

Although I am possessed by him now, my consciousness is very clear. What he said came out of my mouth, so my ears can hear it clearly than anyone else.

I couldn't control my body, and I couldn't respond to him. I could only try to keep up with his rhythm and not miss any detail that could be learned.

Picking up a yellow talisman between his fingertips, he placed the yellow talisman above the candle and burned it. The flames swallowed up the two corners of the yellow talisman in an instant.

Before the yellow talisman was finished burning, he soaked the yellow talisman into a wine cup on the table, so that the ashes of the yellow talisman and the cinnabar color on the surface of the talisman paper blended with the white wine.

The remaining eight talismans were thrown into the air as soon as he raised his sleeves, but the strange thing was that the talisman was frozen in mid-air, and not a single piece fell down.

Then he poured the wine soaked in yellow talismans into the incense burner with incense, and murmured: "Gods from eight directions, Tai Sui from nine directions, Rakshasa from ten places listen to my orders, Jiang Hexian, come to the hall to report at once!"

Jiang Hexian, is that the female ghost’s name?

Another handful of white copper coin-shaped paper was sprinkled into the air, and the paper was stained with the flame of the candle, and suddenly burst into flames.

At the same time, a strong hurricane suddenly broke out in the entire main hall. The bamboo curtains, tables and chairs in the main hall were rattled by the wind, and the crisp sounds of small objects falling to the ground could be heard one after another.

The strong wind made my clothes fly, my hair fluttered, and my eyes were sore. But fortunately, Mr. Long Wang stood firm, which ensured that my small body would not be blown away by the wind.

The wind was strong, but the candles in the room were not affected at all, except that the lamp heads shook a little too much, and none of them were extinguished.
Chapter completed!