“How old are you this year?

Where to live?

What signs are there at the doorstep?”

Talking to the people in Changsun Yunwei's body seemed to be an extra energy-consuming thing, Wu Jin asked quickly.

The woman thought for a while and said, "I am nineteen years old this year. I live in Tianshui Village outside Anling City. There is a big willow tree with a crooked neck at the door of my house. It is just at the entrance of the village and you can see it at a glance."

"Okay..." Wu Jin nodded and said, "The last question...you..." He paused for a moment, as if he was accumulating his strength, and then asked in one breath: "How did you die!"

As soon as this said, the seven candles on the ground suddenly swayed at the same time, and even the brightly lit hall seemed to have suddenly become dark for a moment.

"I... am I dead?"

The female voice was also startled and repeated subconsciously, but after only a moment, she suddenly screamed.

"Yes... I'm dead... I'm dead..." "I went to the river at the entrance of the village to wash clothes... The water was very heavy, and I washed away one of my clothes... My family was poor, and I lost my clothes and had no clothes to wear... So, I went down to fish, and then... and..." Her voice seemed to cry and laugh, and she screamed loudly: "Then I slid and slid into the deep water... I screamed... but no one paid attention to me..." "I'm dead... hahahaha... I'm dead..." "But... but where is this?"

“Who are you?

Who am I talking to?"

"How do I speak?"

"Can you still talk if you die..." She seemed extremely confused and kept screaming, asking all the questions that confused her.

The sound was sharp and sharp, almost piercing into the eardrum.

All the people in the palace blocked their ears in pain.

If they don't do this, they are afraid they will be dizzy by the sound.

At this time, the scene in the hall was extremely strange.

The man Changsun Yunwei standing in the field was obviously the man standing in the field, but he cried hysterically with the woman's voice and expression.

The fire of the seven candles swayed in chaos, the sandalwood smoke on the table was invisible shape, and the bowl of water swayed even more strange.

Even Cheng Yong and Luo Yu were scared.

Luo Yu had already squatted on the ground, holding her head and screaming desperately.

What happened now is really beyond her tolerance.

Although Cheng Yong knew that his son knew secret techniques, he had never seen him apply them. He never expected that the secret techniques would be so terrible and weird when applied.

His face was pale, his lips kept trembling, but he had already lost the ability to speak.

The originally a wedding banquet where guests and guests all enjoyed each other seemed to have become a ghost in the underworld in an instant.

Wu Jin's face was not good-looking. He didn't expect that the people recruited by the secret technique would be so difficult to control.

But at this time, he had to control it no matter what, and he would never make any mistakes in front of Murong Yi.

He knocked his upper and lower teeth and took a bite on the tip of his tongue.

The severe pain made him awake instantly, and the blood on his tongue also added new strength to him.

He tried his best to maintain the calmness on his face, reached out and dipped it in a few drops of water, made three simple gestures, and shouted loudly: "You have been staying for a long time, this is not the place you stay, go!"

The water droplets were thrown out, still facing Changsun Yunwei's eyebrows.

The female voice controlled Changsun Yunwei's body as if she wanted to avoid it, but at that moment, Changsun Yunwei's body was completely locked and could not move no matter what, so she could only let Qingshui throw it on his forehead.

The moment the water was dipped in his forehead, the flames of seven candles suddenly rushed, and then, as if they had burned something unclean, everything around him instantly returned to normal.

The smoke of sandalwood becomes straight, the water in the bowl becomes calm, and the candle burns quietly.

The other lights on the hall have also returned to peace.

Changsun Yunwei's body softened and he fell to the ground suddenly.

Fortunately, the moment before he was about to fall, he seemed to have recovered his mind. He knelt on one knee and pressed one hand to the ground, trying hard to support himself.

He looked very weak, and it seemed that he had taken a lot of energy to bear the ceremony just now.

"Wei'er!"

Mrs. Changsun had already screamed and ran forward staggeringly.

After all, it was the mother and son who were in love. The others in the hall were still immersed in the picture just now and could not relieve themselves. Only Mrs. Changsun was thinking about her son and was the first to rush forward to check his safety.

"I'm fine..." Changsun Yunwei quickly got up and caught Mrs. Changsun and whispered: "Mom, don't worry."

"How could it be fine!"

Mrs. Changsun just cried, and Changsun Yunwei's strange appearance just now really scared him.

Changsun Yunwei coaxed him several times and said a few things about him when he was a child. Only then did Mrs. Changsun feel shocked and believe that his son was not replaced.

The Wujin magic circle did not take long, and he only asked three questions, but just a few short sentences were enough to scare everyone present into a cold sweat.

Seeing the people in the hall trembling and not daring to breathe, Wu Jin was very satisfied.

In fact, he himself was not feeling well.

He learned some secret techniques from the temple, but after all, he had not received complete training.

He was able to use this secret technique of soul-suming to the palace, and he almost used all his strength. His whole body was now exhausted, and his legs were even shaking.

But in this kind of occasion, he will never be able to see it.

Wu Jin looked at Murong Yi and said, "Emperor, how about this program of the subordinate?"

Murong Yi's lips were pursed tightly.

Wu Jin was proving to him that the matter of soul transfer really exists in this world.

In other words, Feng Wuyou is a soul-moving person, which can almost be said to be a foregone conclusion.

"Mr. Wu's program is very exciting, but it seems not suitable for today's performance."

Murong Yi said indifferently: "Come here, send Mr. Wu down to rest."

He didn't even comment on the things that Wu Jin had made so much effort just now, nor did he express any comments, and directly ordered someone to take Wu Jin down.

After Wu Jin left, Murong Yi looked at everyone in the field: "Mr. Wu is just a joke with everyone, so you don't have to take it seriously.

All my dear friends were frightened. I wish you all this glass of wine and I will shock you."

He raised his glass of wine, and the ministers below naturally did not dare not not follow. After a few glasses of wine, he finally brought up the atmosphere of the banquet again.

But, after all, such a strange thing happened just now, they could not think that it was unknown.

Therefore, although the crowd tried hard to show a high level of interest, the banquet ended in a short time.

The reason they used was also very open and upright.

Today is the day when Murong Yi marrys a concubine, and a moment is worth a thousand gold. Of course, they cannot waste Murong Yi's time here without any worries.

Murong Yi knew that there was something in their hearts, and it was impossible for them to have a banquet like usual, so he waved his hand and ordered that the banquet today end here.

After all the people in the palace saluted Murong Yi, they withdrew one after another. Murong Yi personally sent the old Duke Changsun and his wife to the gate of the palace, but when they left, they winked at Changsun Yunwei.

A moment later, Changsun Yunwei, who had already returned to Changsun Mansion with the old Duke of Changsun, appeared in the palace again.

Murong Yi looked at him and said in a deep voice: "Tell me."

What happened before when I was on the main hall?

What is the matter of soul transfer really exists?

Even though he had guessed that Feng Wuyou might be the soul-moving person, he still couldn't compare with the shock he saw with his own eyes.

Changsun Yunwei's face was calm and he organized his language before saying, "After the ceremony began, another soul suddenly entered his body."

"What do you mean?"

Murong Yi stared at him, and he wanted detailed explanations rather than such vague answers.

Changsun Yunwei recalled the feeling at that time, and there was still a cold feeling in his body.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore, and then said, "My minister is still a minister, but he feels that there is something in his body that does not belong to him. That thing suppresses the minister and makes him unable to control his body. What I said and done at that time are also done by the minister.

It was not until the ceremony ended and the thing left that I finally could move again."

Thinking of the scene at that time, Changsun Yunwei still felt scared.

When Changsun Yunchuyi first told him about rumors in the capital, he thought it was just rumors.

However, the experience not long ago made him unable to think so again.

He personally felt the existence of secret techniques and those supernatural powers. Therefore, he could no longer believe Changsun Yunchu's words, but had to think about whether there is really such a thing as soul transfer in this world.

And Feng Wuyou... Could it be... she is really not a human?

Thinking of having been with a wandering ghost for so long, Changsun Yunwei couldn't help but tremble.

Murong Yi has never spoken.

His figure was submerged in the shadow of the candlelight, half clear and half extinguished, and he could not see any expression.

After a moment, he waved, "You go down."
To be continued...