Otherworldly Merchant

How much hatred does it take not only for the minds of these minors to move, but also for their souls to break apart?

The killer hiding behind it was way more poisonous than I expected.

But that reminds me of a solution.

Since the Shadow Killer Battle can disperse the soul, I can create a soul that, in turn, tracks its origin.

However, it would be dangerous to do so. I can still say that even if I encounter a ghost level Yin Ghost is not afraid, but Zhang Xiaoai...

“Go back first.” I said to her, "The pubic air hasn't completely dissipated here, and I'll stay and see if there's anything else available. ”

“I'll stay with you then.” Zhang Xiaoai listened to me and I just stepped out and took it back.

“You can't be here.” I shook my head.

“Why not?” Zhang Xiaoai was very stubborn to ask.

“Though you changed into civilian clothes, the British spirit on your badge has invaded your body long ago. Ghosts can't dare approach you. If you want to stay, you can't find out anything.” I'm a serious liar.

“This…” Zhang Xiaoai listened, hesitating for a moment, some worried to look at me.

“You don't have to worry about me. I'm a shady trader, no matter how fierce that shady spirit is, trying to kill me isn't easy.” I smiled at her. “Go back first. I'll see you at the funeral home in the morning. ”

At first sight, Zhang Xiaoai felt confident and finally let go of his heart. He ordered me to report the danger to the police immediately. He went downstairs.

I went through the window and saw her hesitate to walk out the door of the neighborhood and turn around again.

I waved at her, suggesting she didn't have to worry!

She stirred up her thumb, made a fueled gesture, and turned around and walked into the dark.

As soon as I saw her leave, before coming to the couch, I tore off a sofa stained with black blood and pulled out a spell of sand on it.

It's a soul charm.

When a person dies, his soul does not break, and he stays around the body for seven days, which is the so-called first seven reasons.

Although the reckless cow has been dead for more than twenty days, the spiritual spirit has been broken by the Shadowy Wind Killer Formation, and it is simply not able to gather.

I made a false soul out of his blood with a jusha charm, and that shadowy wind killer would naturally detect and continue to hunt the false soul. In this way, I can touch the melon and follow the wind to find the culprit.

If not, as soon as the charm was formed, a shady wind blew in through the door!

A beer can scattered all over the floor, and the bottle suddenly rolled up, scratching the ground and sounding a rush of sand, and the temperature in the house dropped suddenly. The lights flashed a few times and both clicks went out.

Immediately afterwards, a very sharp chill flashed towards me.

The sofa strip I held tight in my hand swayed with great anxiety, as if I was terrified of it.

Boo!

The cold air went straight into your hand, and the cloth was cold as if it were ice!

By then, the false soul I created had been killed, and now this cloth strip is gathered with the same shade of gloom!

As soon as I shook my hand, I threw out three medium spirits that were already ready.

Three spiritual symbols surround my fist and form a character shape, which is exactly the sleepy spirit array!

The yin gas seemed to detect the crisis, constantly crashing into my hand, trying to break free.

You still want to run? I caught you!

“Town!” I drank aloud.

As I drank high, all three medium spiritual charms burned, and the cloth strips in my hand immediately calmed down.

I opened my palm, and the cloth was still the cloth, but the color was darker.

By this time, that pubic air had been trapped in a cloth strip!

I bit through my fingertips, dropped a drop of fine blood on the cloth strip, and threw it out. The cloth swings against the wind, as if suddenly there was life, floating out the door.

It's done!

I've captured the pubic air on the cloth strip, and now I'm flying all the way to the source, I just need to follow it.

I saw the cloth floating out the door, flying out of the neighborhood, all the way forward.

I'm not following slowly.

The cloth drips with my blood, and naturally I feel it, and it doesn't fly too fast, or too high, just to guide me.

The cloth strip was originally black, and now it's dark, it won't even attract attention, even if someone saw it, they thought it was just soot flying with the wind.

I lit a cigarette and walked with it on the streets of Qingjiang City.

It's a big day. Shady days, dark surroundings, no starlight, and from time to time one or two boring thunder sounds from afar.

The cloth drifted for thirty or forty minutes, flying west of the city, and soon arrived on the outskirts of the city. The streetlights are getting scarce and the roads are getting narrower.

The three turns and two turns of the cloth turned into a little mustache.

“Is it around here?” I obviously felt that the faster the cloth flew, it seemed a little impatient.

I immediately lifted my mind and threw away the cigarette butt and followed it closely.

Suddenly, a flash of light was splitting on the cloth strip, and immediately grey smoke was extinguished and blown to pieces!

Immediately afterwards, a deafening thunder blew around me.

I covered my ears with a buzzing shock and shouted, “What a fuckin 'bad luck! ”

Thunderbolt is a gloomy star. Never expected to strike sooner or later, but when I'm about to track the target, I'll blow up the cloth and smash it. Now where am I going to find it?

“The thief is helping me or the murderer.” I groaned angrily.

God may have really heard me curse, and I responded.

It rained heavily without a sign. It was raining so hard that one face drowned me all over.

“This God must be a careful eye!” I am cursed in my heart.

Lost my target and it rained heavily again, I had to stop searching and run down the street: find a place to shelter from the rain first!

I ran so far away that I finally saw a light on in front of me and walked into an internet cafe. I thought I would rush in without thinking.

Internet cafes are tiny, less than twenty computers, and the lights in the house are dim, empty and just one person sitting.

He sat by the door, messy hair and bird's nest were no different, his face was white, almost nothing bloody, dark circles were heavy, and at first glance he stayed up all night.

He looked up at me and said, "Ten bucks a night.” Then his eyes stared at the screen.

Looks like he's supposed to be the network manager here.