When my ancestor was three and a half years old, seven big guys lined up to call me my aunt in ( ). Xiao Nai’s voice was not loud, even very quiet, but everyone could hear her clearly in the empty dense forest.

The evil spirits' eyes were scarlet, but they paused for a moment when they heard Sangsang's words. Then they looked at the golden light emitting from Sangsang's body, and their eyes subconsciously showed a hint of timidity and vigilance.

At this time, Song Yang finally crawled out from the side of the stone, straightened his hair, wiped the non-existent dust on his body, and then hid behind Sangsang in a very dog-like manner.

"Little ancestor, they are all good ghosts, but they are just under control. Can you please let them go?"

As if he was afraid that Sangsang would not believe what he said, Song Yang continued: "Everything I said is true! You must believe me. The one wearing the Chinese tunic suit is Lao Wang, and the rest are also good ghosts!"

This little ancestor looks young, but he is very capable.

Song Yang felt that he could not believe in these grown men, but he absolutely had to believe in the ability of this little ancestor.

Sang Sang tilted her head slightly when she heard Song Yang's words, held the branch tightly in her hand, and then glanced at the hundreds of ghosts in front of her: "I know."

Sang Sang could see that the evil ghosts in front of him were obviously controlled by evil magic. Just like the little star Xu Munan who framed Xiao Mian before, he listened to the evil god and raised little ghosts himself, letting the ghost doll help

He took away Xiao Mian's luck, so that Xiao Mian was unlucky for more than half a year and almost lost his life.

However, the situation now is slightly different.

Back then, Xu Munan spent his life trying to control a ghost doll, but this was not the case with this group of ghosts.

I'm afraid the people who control them behind the scenes are not ordinary, and they seem to be relying on some kind of power.

Thinking this, Sangsang said, "Don't worry, I won't kill them. On the contrary, I will help them. But if they don't have eyesight, don't blame me for being rude."

Sang Sang spoke very seriously at this time. She took two steps forward under the worried eyes of everyone. Her dark pupils stared at Lao Wang and the group of ghosts without blinking, and then a golden light popped up in her hand.

This golden light split into countless small dots and penetrated into the foreheads of these evil spirits.

The eyes of Lao Wang, who was wearing Chinese tunic suit, suddenly became clearer.

Then, the evil ghosts beside and behind him also changed from being full of fangs to their original appearance. At this time, they stood together, with surprise and confusion in their eyes.

Song Yang saw that their expressions were much clearer and he quickly floated over: "Old Wang, are you okay?"

Song Yang was very excited. He was a ghost and rarely shed tears, but at this moment, lines of blood and tears flowed from Song Yang's eyes.

"I'm fine, what's wrong with us?"

Lao Wang saw Song Yang standing with a group of strangers, and his face suddenly became wary.

Song Yang was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Lao Wang was not aware of the fact that he was being controlled, and he happily told what happened in the past six months.

"You fight ghosts when you see them, and you want to take me back. Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise there would be no reinforcements to save you today."

Song Yang said, suddenly worried: "Little ancestor, Lao Wang and the others have completely recovered now or..."

"They only regained their clarity for a short time. If the person controlled by the other party does it again, they will become what they were just now."

When Song Yang heard this, he quickly and slowly moved away from Lao Wang and others.

Seeing this, Sangsang continued: "But the other party has already cast the spell once, and it is absolutely impossible to do it again within three days."

But even so, Lao Wang and others are still grateful.

"Little... ancestor, thank you for your rescue. Three days is enough for us."

Sangsang frowned and immediately understood what Lao Wang was thinking: "Do you want to lose your soul?!!"

"Although we have been ghosts for hundreds of years and can't remember the past, we don't want to do bad things. What Xiao Song said is not what we want. We don't want to harm others, so we might as well go clean, so that the person behind the scenes can't do anything.

No matter how hard you try to control us, we don’t have to betray ourselves and harm others.”

"Old Wang, don't worry. The little ancestor is very powerful. Maybe she can help us. Why do you have to die? Don't you want to be reincarnated? Don't you want to get out of this mountain!"

"It's been a hundred years. Even if we don't lose our souls now, it won't be long before we still end up like this."

As Lao Wang said, the color on his body became lighter and lighter.

An earthbound spirit only lasts a hundred years.

This is like life, old age, illness and death. Sangsang thinks he can take care of it, but every time he takes care of it, he has to bear the consequences of doing so.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Sangsang's round face. Her round cat eyes looked at Lao Wang without blinking, and she finally took a deep breath: "I can help you!"

Lao Wang was stunned, and Song Yang's eyes were filled with joy.

"Old Wang, did you hear that? You can be saved!"

Sangsang looked at Lao Wang and continued: "I can help all of you reincarnate, but I have two rules."

Lao Wang cupped his hands into fists and bent down slightly: "You tell me."

"If you have blood debts in your previous life, you must be punished according to the rules of the underworld before entering reincarnation. Secondly, I need to find your bones. If there are descendants who are willing to offer incense to you and pray for you, you can enter the underworld."

As soon as these words came out, the hope in the eyes of Lao Wang and others was reduced by half. One of them was a little boy wearing coarse linen cloth. He looked like he had just grown up. There was a big hole on his forehead, and one of his eyes had already been opened.

No visible swelling.

The little boy sounded desperate: "Many of us can't even remember our names, let alone who else is in the family."

"It doesn't matter, I will help you find a home."

Sangsang sighed: "But it may take a long time. You need to follow me. Are you willing?"

Everyone looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then all nodded.

In the end, the worst is to lose his soul, so it is better to take a gamble and follow this little girl.

Lao Wang looked at Sangsang, who was dressed in black, and felt familiar and happy in his heart. He agreed without any hesitation.

"Since you all agreed, I have one more request."

Sangsang put her hand on her waist: "I can help you unlock the control, and I can also let you enter the underworld without binding spirits there, but you must help my Xiaochu open a shop."

At the end, he added in a loud voice: "You are all free, no wages are paid!"

At this moment, all the ghosts were stunned, obviously not knowing what Sangsang was talking about.

However, Sangsang misunderstood that these ghosts were unwilling to work, and snorted: "Do you still want me to work hard in vain?"

Song Yang responded the fastest: "No matter what, how can we ask for your money? As long as we can get rid of control, we will work for you for a hundred or a thousand years!"

Lao Wang was not as happy as Song Yang: "Little ancestor, we are all earth-bound spirits. We can't get out only if we have obsessions before we die."

"I know."

Sangsang didn't think this was a big problem at all. She was a little worried about whether her little gourd could hold so many ghosts in it at once.

Also, when these ghosts are given to Xiao Xie and the others, they might get a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Sangsang shrugged his shoulders and burst into laughter.

She is about to send it off!
Chapter completed!