As night fell, a simple altar was set up on the edge of the lake near the camp.
The proprietress changed her snarling voice before and sat in front of the altar with a solemn face, silently reciting a spell that no one could understand, just like a witch!
"Isn't it like summoning souls while holding a peach wood sword and doing somersaults?" Yu You muttered in confusion.
Except for Ye Shenyu, everyone else came to watch. Even if you have money, you can't buy tickets for such a legendary scene as the Conjuring of Souls.
"Haha, little girl, you have watched too many movies. Soul Conjuring focuses on the secret power of the soul. You need to sense the magnetic field fluctuations of wandering ghosts and use the secret power to pull them over." Deng Meng, the boss's wife, smiled lightly.
"Looks like it's very powerful!" Ning Yunzhu said. She followed Xianyin and practiced all extraordinary Taoist techniques. In the classics left by sister Xianyin, there was no mention of such techniques as summoning spirits. The crazy girl thought it was very fun and novel.
I kind of want to learn.
Not long after, a silver plate hung in the sky, bright and clear, and mist began to fill the Moon Lake.
"She's here." Deng Meng, the proprietress, reminded softly: "Don't scream and try to be restrained, otherwise it will easily interfere with my secret power."
"Well, tell her we don't mean any harm." Yang Di nodded.
The female ghost appeared last night, and Yang Di still remembers the sad cry of pain, like a poor deer falling into a hunter's trap.
Fortunately, the ghost itself is not too weak, and Flame Shadow Kill is also an entry-level spiritual formation, so its power is not too strong, otherwise she would be in danger.
The proprietress Deng Meng's words were like a wizard chanting a spell.
The fog on the surface of Wangyue Lake became thicker and thicker, and it was white, rolling in the night.
Several girls were afraid to speak out, as if they were watching a horror movie, with their hearts in their throats and looking very nervous.
Li Xuanya, Ning Mo, and Yu You, after all, have not come into contact with too many supernatural things. Now they are all behind Yang Di, showing their heads out of curiosity and fear.
Not long after, a slim figure emerged from the white mist on the lake, floating like a ghost.
She quickly approached, and several girls were so nervous that they almost suffocated. The legendary female monster of Wangyue Lake, dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes, looked like a young woman who had traveled through time.
This ghost is very beautiful, with an antique face, exquisite facial features, and a kind of nobility. This is the look of sadness between the eyebrows, and the eyes are unfocused and dejected.
In fact, she is not scary. Although her long hair is a little messy, there is no green light on her face, and there is no long tongue or blood stains.
If it weren't for the floating and inhuman posture, it would be easy for people to misunderstand her as an actress playing a down-and-out heroine in a costume drama.
This ancient female ghost floated on the shore, and the proprietress Deng Meng sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice, as if performing an ancient sacrifice.
"This is soul extradition." Zong Xun introduced in a low voice.
Not long after, the ancient female ghost stopped floating forward and stopped at the lakeside, completely motionless.
She glanced at everyone present aimlessly, as if she was indifferent, but also seemed a little confused. Finally, her empty eyes stopped on the proprietress, and she said faintly: "It was you who extradited me..."
That voice was sad and sad, making people's hearts tremble. This was the second time Yang Di heard it, and he couldn't help but recall the painful cry last night.
This female ghost seems to have many unknown stories. If she is really involved with the Xiwang tribe, she probably has a sad past.
Perhaps they were infected by this female ghost. For some reason, several girls also felt a little sentimental and sympathized with her inexplicably.
Especially the crazy girl. She has been clamoring to catch the female ghost of Wangyue Lake. Now that she has actually met her, she feels a little sorry for this female ghost. She feels that she has been wandering in this deserted place for thousands of years. She is very pitiful and lonely when she thinks about it.
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"It is indeed me who summoned you here. We have no ill intentions, we just want to talk to you." Deng Meng spoke softly, with a calm tone, fearing to scare the female ghost.
The ancient female ghost seemed not to have heard what she said, her eyes were dim, her expression was sad and sad, complicated and difficult to understand, and she murmured in despair: "I am an abandoned person, no one believes in me, they all think I am a disaster, but
It wasn't me who killed King Xi, it wasn't me..."
After hearing this, Yang Di and others were confused and did not understand what she was talking about.
But one thing has been confirmed. This female ghost is really related to the Xiwang tribe. That ancient and mysterious tribe finally disappeared without a trace. There is no trace even in the documents, but no one expected that.
Now there is a breakthrough with a female ghost. It really makes people don't know what to say.
"Can you tell us where the Western King's Tomb is?" Yang Di carefully tried to ask.
The female ghost was a little distracted, as if she hadn't heard Yang Di's question. Her eyes were full of sadness, as if she was about to cry, but there was no trace of mist, as if her tears had already dried up.
"I want to go home..." Her faint whisper was like a sad sigh that echoed through the ages. It was obviously not high-pitched, but it made people's nose sore.
The eyes of several girls were already red. Even Yang Di couldn't bear it. He shook his head with a wry smile and glanced at the boss's wife Deng Meng.
"Where is your home?" The landlady is indeed a person who has experienced countless ups and downs. She has a mature mind and was not greatly affected. Instead, she guided her very seriously.
This female ghost seems to be in a state of confusion and easily distracted, like someone who has been hit hard by something.
"Over there..." The female ghost pointed to the center of the lake with a confused look.
"Then why don't you go back?" The landlady was startled and said step by step.
Everyone around was extremely excited. Sure enough, under the water of Wangyue Lake, secrets that had been sealed for thousands of years were buried.
The female ghost said that her home was in the lake, and that home was probably the site of the Xiwang tribe.
"I want to go back...but I can't go back...they won't let me in..." The female ghost's voice was intermittent, and the more she spoke, the more dejected she became.
Yang Di secretly admired that this coquettish woman was really good at asking questions that could always tug at the female ghost's heartstrings, causing the female ghost in a state of confusion to fall into passive thinking.
He nodded to the proprietress, who understood, and then whispered: "You tell us where the entrance is, and we will take you back."
"Really?" A rare gleam appeared in the female ghost's eyes, but her spirit of speaking was still low.
"It's true, we can take you home!" Yang Di said firmly. After observing for so long, he roughly got some clues.
This female ghost has a lingering obsession. Although her memory has been blurred, she cannot forget what she desires most in her mind.
After waiting for thousands of years, she seemed to have a long-cherished wish that she would never change until death, but could never be realized.
"Let me think about it..." The female ghost's memory was really blurry. She looked like she was thinking, as if she was trying to remember something.
After a long time, she pointed a little farther into the lake and said sadly: "There!"
Naturally, there was no way to guide the way in this general direction. Yang Di thought for a while and came up with a plan. He quickly asked Liu Xing to run back to the car, find his iPad, pull out the map of Wangyue Lake, hold it up in front of the female ghost, and let her
On the map, find the exact location.
The female ghost thought again for a while, and then pointed at the iPad screen with some uncertainty, and whispered: "Maybe it's here..."