"You have pure spiritual power aura." The old woman looked at Feng Jiu: "Are you a beggar?" A beggar, but there is absolutely no such pure spiritual power aura.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu's expression moved slightly, he glanced at the old woman, and nodded: "Well, I'm alone, so it's safer to change into a beggar outfit."

"Sister, sister, play with me, sister, play with me..."

There was another childlike voice from outside, and the voice came with a faint cry of crying, but compared to the dark place outside, in this ancestral hall with lanterns and candles, the voice The horror is reduced.

She took a look outside and asked, "Why can't they come in?" There was nothing special about this place, why did those resentful spirits dare not enter.

"Because they are afraid that I will train them, they dare not come in." The hunchback old woman said, biting the bread and continuing to eat.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu was startled for a moment: "Finished them? How?"

The old woman raised her dull eyes and glanced at her, and asked instead: "Do you know how the resentful spirit came from?"

"do not know."

She shook her head truthfully. She really didn't know. She only knew that there were ghosts. Who knew there were things called resentful spirits, and there was no ghost at all, who knew where they were born.

"A ghost is the soul of a person after death. It is called a ghost, but the wraith spirit is a spiritual thing born out of resentment. To put it bluntly, it is just like some swords have a sword spirit. Spirit, however, this resentful spirit is far inferior to those spiritual things like sword spirits because they have resentment."

Feng Jiu listened, but saw that she said a lot, but still didn't tell her, why said those resentful spirits were afraid that she would practice them?

Just thinking about it, she ate the cakes. After eating those cakes, she stood up and slowly walked outside. Seeing this, she followed along, and saw many dolls standing or squatting outside, even scarecrows. He came too, shouting around not far away, and she was surprised to see her.

What made her even more shocked was that when a black shadow flashed in front of her, the hump-backed old woman stretched out and grabbed a rag doll and guided it with one hand, as if pulling something away.

"Ah! The hag is terrible!"

The rag dolls and scarecrows who had been surrounding them quickly dispersed with an exclamation, and there was no one left, except for the cloth ball that was struggling in the hands of the old woman.

She was surprised at the change in this scene, and saw that, for a few breaths, the old woman seemed to be guiding something in her hand, pulling a ball of light out of the doll and pinching it in her hand. She seemed to be as casual as pinching a rag.

"Ah! Help... The hag is terrible..."

The ball of light like cotton candy leaped, trying to escape but couldn't escape, pinched in his hand and walked back.

That light group is the resentful spirit?She was slightly startled, a little weird.This is more beautiful than the spirit word, and indeed the ghost. At least, the light group alone is more pleasing to the eye.

Moreover, this old woman is really powerful, and she can pull the resentful spirit away after she can grab it with her hand.

She was thinking about stepping forward to look at the resentful spirit in the old woman's hand, but who knows, the next scene made her stay in place in astonishment...