After Being Possessed by Spirit World Giants [Transmigration Book]

I just witnessed Wen Yue's series of operations, and heard him say this again.

"It turns out that Master Wen deserves to be Master Wen." Mrs. Mao was enlightened.

Wen Yue glanced around.

Suddenly he frowned, his expression made everyone's heart hang.

"Please check your belongings carefully, especially those that you often carry with you. It is best to order them now."

Everyone listened to what they said and did what they said.

"What's the meaning of this?" Mao Shan snorted, "God is talking, playing tricks!"

Wen Yue's face was gloomy and his tone was serious, "The evil god is extremely sensitive to the breath of living people. If he is attracted by popularity and attacks, his life will be in danger. Of course..."

"If you believe in it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it." He turned his gaze to Mao Shan, "If you act brightly, you will have nothing to fear."

When Mao Shan heard this, she turned around and walked to the front. Although she didn't move much, Wen Yue saw her right hand reaching into the purse, and she rummaged through it.

After setting up the scene of "avoiding evil spirits", a faint light appeared in the sky.

The group came again to the hall where Mao Wan's body was kept.

Today is the last day of the coffin, and he will be cremated the next day.

Waiting for everyone to stand still, Wen Yue said: "The soul of the undead is unstable and erratic. You'd better act lightly, get rid of the burden on your body first, and come in with me."

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

Fortunately, he has great acting skills, and he really has the demeanor of a master of metaphysics in his gestures.

Before coming to the incense table, Mao Shining took out the magic talisman, scriptures, vajra and other things from the bag and put them on one by one.

Mengwei asked: "What are these used for?"

Wen Yue's face was full of inscrutability, "I just said that the mind of the undead is unstable and has a strong yin energy. I am afraid that a single thought will hurt the living. These things are in case of emergency."

As he said that, he fixedly looked at Mengwei, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"Especially the vajra, if the undead cannot be controlled, you must ask her to come out of the mountain and beat her directly back to the underworld, never to be reborn."

"Oh, the more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes," Mao Shan sneered again, "So, Xiao Wan's trip to the world is not a small risk."

"That's right, the dead have only one chance, not only to go home to comfort, but also to linger in death. There are indeed many things to do."

Wen Yue's eyes sparkled, "The deceased is the only younger sister. Are you looking forward to her appearance?"

Everything is ready, Wen Yue said in a deep voice: "The ceremony is about to start, you'd better stand in the dark and don't make any noise, so as not to disturb the undead."

"Tch, it really looks like that!" Mao Shan wanted to sneer, but was dragged to a corner by Mrs. Mao.

In the dim hall, there was only a small dim lamp left beside the coffin bottle.

Wen Yue circled the coffin jar alone, stood on her right hand, looked down for a moment, and muttered something.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes... 10 minutes slowly passed.

Everyone was about to lose patience, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in the hall.

It attacked everyone in a whirl, and then disappeared beside the coffin.

The wind is not strong, but it is chilly to the bone.

Mrs. Mao asked anxiously: "Is it Xiaowan? Xiaowan is here?"

Wen Yue raised her head halfway and looked at the empty sky, as if she was looking at someone.

I thought to myself: "The wind blows really well, didn't you see Mao Shining bring the blower?"

"She did come here." Wen Yue's voice came from the shadows, very ethereal and ethereal.

"Xiao Wan! Who killed you?" Mrs. Mao rushed out of the corner suddenly, her tone was urgent, but pointed.

"Mrs. Mao!"

Wen Yue stopped her progress, "Xiaowan said that she wants to see her sister."

"But..." Mrs. Mao was a little hesitant, and looked back at Mao Shan.

Mao Shan's swaggering demeanor just now was swept away.He refused to move for a long time.

Mrs. Mao couldn't help but walked over and grabbed her. Mao Shan grabbed the curtain and said timidly, "Mom, I'm so scared."

"What are you afraid of, she is your own sister!" Mrs. Mao scolded in a low voice.

"But……"

"But what, hurry up and ask the murderer!" Mrs. Mao reminded.

Seeing Mao Shan's pale face, Wen Yue raised the corners of her lips slightly.

The strategy they formulated was to defeat each other, and this sentiment was undoubtedly very beneficial to him.

"Miss Mao, come closer." Wen Yue called her, his tone firm and unquestionable.

Mao Shan hesitated and refused to move.

Wen Yueding looked at her, "Don't Miss Mao look forward to seeing her sister? Look, Xiaowan is waiting for you."

"Da da da." The high-heeled shoes hit the tiled floor, and the hall reverberated with a crisp sound.

The sound seemed to hit Mao Shan's heart, and she folded her arms and came to Mao Wan's coffin, and she flinched involuntarily.

"Look, Xiaowan's appearance..." Wen Yue moved closer to remind her.

Mao Shan's body froze, and she had to turn her evasive eyes to the person lying inside.

Mao Wantong was no different when he bid farewell, wearing a white gauze dress with a serene face.

"Are you ready?" Wen Yue's every word touched her sensitive nerves.

Mao Shan clasped her arms even tighter and nodded stiffly.

She looked sideways and couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Wen Yue, who was still by my side just now, disappeared at some point...? !

Her body was plunged into endless darkness, and the surroundings were so quiet that only her own heartbeat could be heard.

The billowing cold air enveloped it, and it was as cold as an ice cellar.

"Sister..." A familiar voice approached slowly.

Mao Shan suddenly shuddered, and there was no one behind her, except... Mao Wan who was lying down.

There was a biting chill all over her body, Mao Shan seemed to be nailed in place, her legs couldn't move, she turned her head mechanically, her whole body was shaking like chaff.

Mao Wan didn't know when she sat up from the coffin and looked at her quietly.

His complexion was paper-like, his lips were blood red, and two clusters of scarlet clouds hung on his cheekbones.

The make-up specially painted for the dead looks very scary.

As a result of falling from the bridge, she suffered multiple fractures on her body.

When sitting up, the skull was obviously sunken, and the arms with lace gloves showed a strange arc.

Mao Wan's face was close to the tip of her nose, Mao Shan's neck was stiff, and cold sweat dripped down.

"Sister, aren't you happy to see me?" Mao Wan grinned her bright red lips, her fangs dripping with blood.

"What's wrong with Xiao Shan?" Mrs. Mao asked Meng Wei beside her, her tone full of doubts.

Since being called to the side by Wen Yue, Mao Shan has not made any movements other than staring at the coffin bottle dumbly, which is very unlike her.

"Don't worry, wait and see." Mengwei's voice sounded from the dark.

He has always been calm, hearing what he said, Mrs. Mao suppressed the urge to step forward for a moment.

Wen Yue stood by, wondering.

Before he started guiding, Mao Shan's eyes lost focus, as if she couldn't see herself at all, and her expression seemed to have suddenly seen a ghost?

"Ahhh! Don't! Don't kill me!" Mao Shan screamed and fell to the ground on her back.

He staggered five or six meters with his elbows on the ground, and dropped his high heels, looking extremely embarrassed.

Liangliang rushed out of the corner, intending to help her.

Wen Yue shouted from a distance: "Dangerous, don't go!"

Liangliang heard about it and stopped on the way.

"Xiaowan, is it really you? Why? Why do you want to come back?"

Mao Shan yelled into the air, while desperately rubbing back, until she hid under the guest seats, blocked by tables and chairs, unable to retreat.

She held her face and began to cry, "Don't blame me, I..."

"Xiao Shan, what did you see?" A big hand grabbed her waving arm and interrupted her.

Mao Shan turned her head to look, and threw herself into the man's arms like crazy, trembling violently, "Meng Wei, it's Xiao Wan, I saw Xiao Wan..."

"You are dazzled, Xiao Wan is dead!" Meng Wei's tone was calm, Mao Shan listened to it, looked into his eyes, and slowly calmed down.

"Miss Mao saw her sister?" Wen Yue quickly stepped forward, "What did you mean when you said 'don't blame you' just now?"

Mao Shan frantically denied it, "No, it's not interesting..."

"Really? You can't lie in front of the dead." Wen Yue leaned over and stared at her.

Mao Shan's expression flickered, and Meng Wei scolded in a low voice: "Wen Yue, you are enough, just coax your auntie, don't play tricks too much!"

"You can always show up in time." Wen Yue's eyes moved to him with a meaningful tone.

"Sister?!" Suddenly came Mao Shining's terrified cry from behind.

Accompanied by the beautiful and hoarse exclamation, the hall suddenly blew violently.

Liangliang seemed to be lifted into the air by someone strangling her neck, kicking desperately but unable to make a sound.

"Sister, what's the matter with you, sister?!" Mao Shining scratched his head anxiously, but couldn't think of a solution for a while.

"Why is this happening?!" Wen Yue watched Liangliang struggling violently.

Her complexion began to turn purple, the veins on her forehead popped out, and her eyes opened wider and wider.

Mao Shining circled around Liangliang, "Brother Yue, think of a way!"

The situation exceeded Wen Yue's expectations, and he didn't know how to psychic at all, so how could he know what to do.

"What to do, what to do?!" Wen Yue was in a hurry, "Could it really alarm ghosts and gods?"

Furiously anxious, Bo Xianyun's face suddenly popped out of his mind, "What do you want from me?"

Wen Yue said: "Wait online, it's urgent!"

Bo Xianyun said lightly: "I reminded you, be careful."

"Stop talking nonsense, life-saving is the most important thing." Wen Yue urged, "You didn't say 'be careful' either!"

"Brother Yue, who are you talking to, my sister is dying!" Mao Shining shouted in tears.

As she spoke, she felt a heat on the top of her head, but before she could see what Wen Yue was doing, Liangliang loosened her neck and fell from mid-air. The stall where her head was about to land suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if being held by a hand to slow down. Lie flat on the ground.

Liangliang's complexion is purple and black, and he is dying.

Mao Shining didn't care about it for a while, and rushed forward quickly, bewildered and shouted: "Sister, don't die!"