Chapter 468: Soul Flute

Fang Fang first thought of Ping Yi who blocked him in every possible way at Qin'an Airport. Even if he didn't kill him, it must have been his ally or subordinate! He felt a little annoyed. The first time he saw Zhang Yang, he unexpectedly

I didn't realize that the aura he carried was emitted by his own soul. Maybe it was because there were too many ancient objects in his private exhibition hall and all kinds of auras were mixed up, so I didn't notice it clearly.

To show off the differences in spiritual energy within the body,

"No need to guess, let's ask him... we'll know!"

Yin Xiaorou came to Yu Yien and stretched out her hand.

"Give me the soul-capturing flute..."

"kindness?"

Yu Yien looked at Yin Xiaorou's stretched out hand, then turned to look at the equation again. Seeing him nodding, he opened the box and handed the jade flute to her hand! Yin Xiaorou looked at the jade flute in her hand, and then put it

Gently raise it to your mouth and blow slowly. Suddenly...the melodious and ethereal sound of the flute sounds. This flute sound...after listening to it for a long time, you will feel that your soul is being washed.

The feeling!

The two little policemen at the door who had just finished smoking and were about to return to the morgue to stand guard suddenly heard the hollow and strange sound of the flute coming from the morgue.

"Where...where did the sound of the flute come from?"

A little policeman asked tremblingly,

"Okay...it seems...it seems to be coming from there..."

Another policeman pointed in the direction of the morgue with trembling fingers.

"This...how is this possible? You...you go and see..."

"you go......"

"You go ahead!"

"Why should I go?"

The two people...excused each other, and no one wanted to get close to that weird morgue...

The ethereal flute sound echoed in the air, one, two...many nearby sacred birds and beasts gathered here, and Nuo Da's morgue suddenly became crowded!

Only now did Fang Fang understand the function of this soul-capturing flute. Its function is...to control those invisible and intangible souls...

Not far away, a person slowly walked towards them. His expression was confused, anxious and even a little irritable. His body was translucent. He... was Zhang Yang! He came with a confused look on his face.

When he arrived in front of Yin Xiaorou, he looked at her playing the flute seriously!

"Zhang Yang!"

Equation called softly,

"Shh, don't make any noise, I'm listening to a beautiful woman playing the flute..."

Zhang Yang waved his hand towards the equation, but when he turned around, his wife Yin Xiaorou had stopped playing. She wiped the jade flute and put it back into the box in Yu Yien's hand!

"Why don't you blow?"

Zhang Yang frowned and asked,

"I guess when I leave, I won't be able to hear such a beautiful flute!"

"I think you want to say that when you get down there, you won't be able to see such a beautiful girl, right?"

Yu Yien teased him and said,

"Zhang Yang, who killed you?"

The equation went straight to the point, but Zhang Yang rolled his eyes at him and didn't answer.

"I'm asking you something, why don't you answer it?"

Fang Fang is a little depressed. Are all ghosts so cruel these days?

"Why should I answer? Can I die without you? How do you want me to deal with you?"

Zhang Yang turned his head and walked towards his body, with a bit of unwillingness and anger on his expression.

"I was living a good life and had whatever I wanted, but I lost my life just because of your appearance. How kind of attitude do you expect me to have towards you?"

"But you have whatever you want, and it wasn't given to you by him? If his soul hadn't been in your body, how could you have such an ability? This ability doesn't belong to you, but you have it in vain

You have enjoyed it for decades and are you still not satisfied?"

Yin Xiaorou said unceremoniously,

"You should thank him for allowing you to live a life that was not yours for so long!"

"I......"

Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment after hearing Yin Xiaorou's words. Seeing that he had nothing to say, Fang Fang took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and inserted it on the ground in front of Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang raised his head in surprise and looked at Fang Fang, then sat down.

When I got to the ground, I smoked the cigarette in the air.

"What do you want to know?"

He asked while sucking,

"Who killed you? Did he take the soul consciousness from your body? Where did that person go with the soul consciousness?"

Fang Fang squatted down in front of Zhang Yang,

"Who killed me? The speed was so fast that I didn't see it clearly. By the time I reacted, I had already fallen to the ground, but I heard them talking, what about the soul consciousness of Fengshen... talking about that soul

Consciousness cannot be eliminated from this world, but as long as they master one, you will not be able to unify your soul, and sooner or later you will die again and enter reincarnation..."

Zhang Yang recalled while smoking,

"Hey, are you some kind of wind god? Then they took that thing of yours away from my body. What will you do? Will you die too?"

He asked curiously,

"Maybe... yes!"

"Hehe... As soon as I heard that you might die, I didn't seem so angry anymore..."

There was some gloating on Zhang Yang's face. Fang Fang ignored his villainous intentions and continued to ask,

"So where did they go...you know? Did they say that?"

"I don't know... I just heard them say that if you find the Holy King's Bone Box, you will never find that soul..."

Zhang Yang recalled desperately,

"Holy King Bone Box?"

When Fang Fang heard the name, he felt a little familiar. He really didn't know what it was used for. He turned to look at Yin Xiaorou and asked,

"What is the Holy King Bone Box?"

"Ah? Oh... that is... a small box made from the bones of the Holy King Dayu... where all spiritual things in the world can be placed.

Once inside, no matter how powerful the ancient gods are, they won't be able to sense it!"

Yin Xiaorou on the side heard Fang Fang's question and was obviously a little nervous. After she stammered her answer to Fang Fang's question, she walked aside and lowered her head not knowing what she was thinking. She obviously didn't want to say anything more!

Fang Fang looked at the unusual Yin Xiaorou and didn't ask any questions. Instead, he looked at Zhang Yang in front of him.

"Then...do you have anything unfinished? I can help you one last time!"

"Unfinished things? There are too many, but... think about it carefully, I have lived for so long, and I have no worries in the world. My parents died long ago, and I have no lover, no children, and no family.

...It sounds a little sad!"

Zhang Yang sighed, stood up, and looked at himself on the stretcher bed with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

"I...actually should have died a long time ago. I should be satisfied! Oh, forget it, let's go. I'm not suitable to be so melancholy!"

He turned his head and looked directly at the equation for the first time,

"Fang Fang, there is a will in my safe, which I wrote a long time ago! The content is very simple. Whoever collects my body after my death and puts me to rest can inherit all my property.

! And the reason why I have all this is also due to your contribution, so... I will give it to you and manage them well!"
Chapter completed!