Otherworldly Merchant

I looked at Li Mazi with great astonishment at first sight, but Li Mazi remained unconscious, turned over and wanted to continue sleeping. At this moment, I saw myself in my arms, and I asked strangely: "Hey, who is this? Why do you look so... ah? It's not me! ”

At last, he woke up completely, touched his skinny old face, looked at his wrinkled hands and shouted, “Dude, what's going on? ”

Without waiting for my answer, Li Mazi, who I held in my arms, suddenly hit me with a lazy waist and woke up.

But he wasn't as surprised as Li Mazi. He just glanced at us and got out of my arms. He stretched his hand to his crotch and touched it. Then he laughed. “Ha ha, I'm finally a man again! ”

Immediately after that, in the extremely shocked gaze of the three of us, he pinched his face and patted himself on the stomach. He said slightly dissatisfied: “It's just that his horse is a little too fat. ”

“Who the hell are you?” Li Mazi woke up and shouted, “Get the hell out of my body! ”

“Your body?” The guy grinned, “Now it's me! Lie down honestly, after three days, you don't know anything. ”

“Fuck you.” Li Mazi was furious immediately. He lowered his head and picked up a tennis bag from the ground. He tried to pull out Lingyun's sword, but the sword was still tattooed.

That's when he remembered that this body was no longer Lee's blood, and that sword did not listen to him at all.

He was furious and crossed, even though he was just a dry, skinny old lady at the moment. He directly raised the sword and smashed it into the past like an iron stick.

“Fucking gave you a face, huh?” As soon as he reached out and grabbed Ling Yun's sword without a sheath, he turned to me and the first order: “What are you two stunned about? Tie this shit up. ”

Apparently, he thinks of us both as two other people - people who, like him, have just invaded someone else's body.

I took the first step and put the Ghost Slasher's double knife around his neck: “Who are you? ”

“Hmm?” The guy was obviously more surprised than Li Mazi. He turned to look at me and looked at the first time together: “Aren't you two Iron Bull and Soil Rat? ”

“It's your father!” Li Mazi scolded angrily and rushed forward, slapping the guy's fat face just a few big mouths.

He used a lot of strength, but this old bone couldn't stand it. Several mouths went down and his arms were dislocated.

What is even more crying is that these times I smoked it hard on my face, with a big red hand print on both sides, high and swollen.

The guy was smoked with some hair, looked at the three of us again, very strangely mumbling: “How is that possible? I borrowed the body successfully, but you two... didn't you touch the spiritual stone? ”

“Soul stone?” Me and Hatsumomo frowned and immediately understood.

In that strange little house at the end of the village, the little stone in the middle of the sacrificial fingers is the spiritual stone!

Just like an elderly child, and a sick person in bed, the sun is weak and can be attacked by ghosts at any time. Once you sleep with your eyes closed, you may never wake up again.

Unlike what we normally see in souls, a turning stone does not erase the soul, but drives the soul out of the body.

There is also a brief, unconscious break between the departure of the soul from the outside body and its complete transformation into a ghost, also known as the 'soul without the soul'. ’

At this time, the soul will naturally float into another specificity, whether life or death.

So in general, in spiritual halls, or in places where bodies are placed, it is absolutely forbidden for small animals such as cats and dogs to come near.

The first is to prevent biting the body, and the second is to fear that the soul of the deceased will enter it unconsciously.

There are many similar strange stories, such as when someone is suffering from a major illness and suddenly wakes up when they are about to die, feeling strange to their surrounding relatives, but wandering into the memory of another person.

Some are thousands of miles away, even foreign.

Some were hundreds of years ago, even ancient.

Often referred to as reincarnation or soul-changing.

In fact, these are all reasons, that is to be invaded by soulless spirits!

This occurs unintentionally, for example, when the deceased comes into contact with objects that store the soul. Not only did he not know himself, but those around him did not understand that, once he was weak and had insufficient manhood, he would be replaced by another soul.

Some are deliberate: Tibetan bards, for example, are used to hide their souls whenever they feel like they are running out of time. This is why there are often blind old people, or children of dental language, who can suddenly recite hundreds of thousands of words of the Gesar epic.

From this point of view, Li Mazi must have followed this path.

It's just that the spinning stone that feeds in the finger plate is more powerful. It doesn't have to wait for any serious illness or weakness to disperse the spirit directly. And this quaint little village, it's designed for a long time, and once the soul is weak, it will be emptied.

Like this guy who broke into Li Mazi.

Although I have also touched the stone, my soul is much stronger than Li Mazi, and with the protection of the Nine Towers of the Core of Wood, the shadow can not penetrate.

Likewise, the soul of the first year is powerful, and we don't know what treasure weapon he has to protect, or why, the soul that has been lurking for a long time to prepare us to take the soul has not succeeded or dared not to try it at all.

“Say who you are! What's all this about?” I pressed my knife against his neck again.

“Zhang Jia Xiao, be careful! Don't hurt my body.” Li Mazi, who was possessed by the old lady, was very anxious to scream.

At that time, he forgot who was going to pull out Lingyun's sword and smash himself.

The guy looked at me with some fear, then looked at Li Mazi again, and gave a confident look: “Even if you cut off my head, he would die first! I'll just wait a few more years at the most. Come on, cut it.” He also deliberately pushed his neck toward the knife.

“Yes!” I grinned and rubbed it off his neck.

“Ah.” The guy screamed furiously, looking again, his head had left his neck cavity and I caught him!