"Grandma, bring the matches!"

Li Mubai put away the ghost-catching notes, held the green lamp in his hand, and spoke with a smile.

Zhou Xueci looked at Li Mubai for some reason, then looked at the green lamp in his hand, and immediately looked at him idiotically, and said quietly:

"You don't want to use matches to light this light."

"What else can I use without this point?"

Li Mubai asked strangely, staring at his grandmother in confusion. Didn’t the lamp ignite with fire?

"If I really used a match, I would have used it before. At first I thought it was just an ordinary green lamp, but I didn't expect it to be ignited at all. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Grandma took out a box of matches from the drawer and handed them to him, then hugged her shoulders with her hands, staring at Li Mubai with a smile on her face.

Li Mubai put the green lamp in front of him, then took out a match and gently stroked it, whispered gently, and ignited it with a long ending. He carefully held the green lamp, and then with the other hand he held the match and tapped the five-color wick.

"Puff!"

With a light sound, the five-color wick suddenly lit up, and a ball of bean-sized light began to burn on the five-color wick. Just as the lamp was lit, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew inexplicably in the room, and a faint blue light burst out from the body of the green lamp, like green glass.

"Do it...is it ignited?"

His grandmother Zhou Xueci stared at the green lamp in Li Mubai's hand in amazement. Not only was he not excited, but he showed a hint of panic in his eyes.

Li Mubai grabbed the green lamp and eight words suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Lili Tiankun, soul..."

"No! Extinguish it!"

Before these eight words were finished, my grandmother suddenly spoke in horror.

Li Mubai also noticed something was wrong and opened his mouth and blew it at the green lamp. The green lamp suddenly went out, and the surroundings returned to their usual appearance, and the cold wind disappeared.

After the green light went out, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his grandmother who was still stunned.

"It's a bit incredible that there is such a magical thing in this world."

Li Mubai put away the green lamp and placed it in his backpack.

"Don't light this lamp at will in the future, especially don't pronounce those eight words. Be careful to attract evil spirits. It's easy to invite ghosts, but it's difficult to send ghosts. Well, what I want to say is almost finished. I may not be at home these days. I want to go to your aunt's house to take a look. You must study this ghost hunting notes."

Grandma walked to Li Mubai, patted his shoulder, and spoke.

After handing the Yin-Yang Soul Conjuring Lamp and the Ghost Hunting Notes to Li Mubai, Zhou Xueci also breathed a sigh of relief because she knew her grandson's physique. If the Yin-Yang Soul Conjuring Lamp and the Ghost Hunting Notes were helpful, she would definitely be able to help a lot.

"Auntie's house? What are you doing there?"

Li Mubai asked in a daze.

"Your uncle is sick, and now your aunt can't greet you at home alone. You must not cause trouble for me these days."

Grandma's expression was a little solemn, and Li Mubai nodded.

In the afternoon of that day, Li Mubai sent his grandmother to the town, then took a taxi to the county town, and returned to the village.

The sun began to set down the mountain, but there was still preheating in the air, but it soon became colder.

Li Mubai stood at the door and looked at the distance. The sound of suona came from his ears, making his heart even heavier.

Zhou Xianyang's death is still a mystery. As his good brother, he will not be able to die inexplicably. The ancient temple in the back mountain must be investigated clearly.

Now most of the villagers are in the Zhou family, and no one goes to the back mountain. After dinner is rushing, Li Mubai quietly goes out.

Li Mubai is familiar with the ancient temple on the back mountain. Although he has never been there before, he still knows the approximate location.

After nightfall, a crescent moon appeared in the sky. There was a strange blood light on the edge of the crescent moon, but it was very light and so faint that it was impossible to detect. When the breeze blew, it carried the fragrance of grass, trees and soil, and the shadows of trees swayed, just as countless figures emerged from the soil in the dark.

A strange cry came from the night sky, and the cry was a bit miserable and empty, captivating.

Walking on the mountain road, Li Mubai frowned. He knew that Ye Xiao was making a call. This kind of night snack is also called an owl. This call seems to be warning him, but Li Mubai ignored it.

Soon he passed through a forest and saw a deserted ancient temple outside the forest. There was a wall piled up with gray stone bricks around the temple, but most of the walls collapsed.

There was a big tree outside the wall, with lush branches and leaves, but another hemp rope hung from the branch. The hemp rope slowly fluttered in the air, swaying left and right. Li Mubai suddenly heard what Erdan had said to him before, and Zhou Xianyang was hanging on the big tree in front of the ancient temple.

Could it be that it is this hemp rope?

Li Mubai walked over and found that there were sacrifices under the hemp rope, and there were a few burnt sandalwoods. The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet.

The breeze stopped, but the hemp rope was still shaking. Li Mubai couldn't help but raise his head, took a few steps back, his eyes showed panic, and he almost screamed in shock.

Zhou Xianyang happened to be hanging on this tree, but he was not wearing any clothes on his body now. The wheat-colored skin color painted a strange cinnabar rune. His neck was surrounded by a rope. He wanted to stretch out his hand to untie it, but the rope circle was locked very tightly, and it was not something he could free. His expression became more and more ferocious, his mouth was wider and wider, and his eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, but his feet were kicking and hitting desperately in the air.

Gradually, Zhou Xianyang stopped moving, and blood began to flow out of his seven orifices, and his face looked particularly ferocious.

Li Mubai instinctively planned to reach out to support Zhou Xianyang's feet, but found that he had actually pounced on the air and could not touch Zhou Xianyang, so he stepped back.

All this was like an unknown pantomime happening. Zhou Xianyang's life began to disappear gradually, and a tall black shadow appeared under the tree. The black shadow was a little blurred and there was no appearance. Just when Zhou Xianyang was dead, he suddenly took a step and walked towards the ancient temple.
Chapter completed!