After teaching the three, Zhao Zheng and the Meng brothers slowly retreated.

Li Chunqiu stood alone in the courtyard, touching the bronze box in his hand, feeling a little dazed.

Are there ghosts in this world?

Li Chunqiu was not sure either.

Before, he used the "Spirit of Spirit-Inducing Technique" to forge the soul of the stone man, but that was the incomplete soul he made.

Li Chunqiu didn't know whether there was a soul in this world itself.

If there are no ghosts in this world, can the soul-attracting technique succeed?

Li Chunqiu felt even more unsure.

"After all, you have to try to know."

Under the clouds and mist, Li Chunqiu bounced his fingers.

The clouds and mist instantly swept open into a clearing.

Then Li Chunqiu slowly opened the lid of the bronze box, and neatly placed the clothes of the nine dead prisoners. There were bamboo sticks tied on them, indicating the name, birth, death, and crime of the prisoner.

There was no such thing, but Zichu specially ordered people to search for these.

"Wen Peng was born on the 8th day of the ninth month of the Bingzi year, and was thirty-seven years old. He was sentenced to escape from the slaughter and executed by beheading him."

Li Chunqiu gently picked up the bamboo slips in his hand. All these death row prisoners were used by him to do experiments.

If Wu'anjun and Shangjun were completely distracted because of his mistakes.

How much fun should be lacking in this era?

Li Chunqiu’s purpose is very simple.

All the schools of thought live together for a lifetime, and see how lively the world should be.

Li Chunqiu's index finger flashed gently, and the clothes with the bamboo sticks hanging on the "Peng Weng" floated onto the stone platform in the air.

"It depends on whether there are ghosts in this world."

Li Chunqiu waved his sleeves and "Weng Peng"'s clothes were spread out in an instant.

Immediately, he placed a puppet carved from an old locust tree on top of his clothes.

"rise!"

As Li Chunqiu's voice sounded, four bamboo slips flew out of thin air and settled in the void.

The handwriting on the bamboo slips, like ghost talismans, emitted a light blue and dark light, like a ghost scattered in the darkness.

For a moment, it seemed that the yin energy in the entire courtyard became much heavier.

A copper bell in Li Chunqiu's hand flew gently and landed above the puppet.

"when!"

The copper bell rings lightly.

Unlike the crispness of the copper bells, the copper bells in the air make a faint sound like a deep valley.

There is an inexplicable coldness in it.

The faint ringtone was very light, but it could be heard throughout Xianyang City.

The person who heard it was instantly cold and couldn't help but cover it with a few more layers of quilt.

Even the dogs in Xianyang City couldn't help but add their tails after hearing the ringtone, and trembled three times.

Li Chunqiu ignited three vanillas and slowly sang strange and strange tunes in the green smoke.

"The tomb of Taoshan, the soul of Yinshan."

"The ghost of the underworld, the spirit of the yellow spring."

"Follow my songs and come here."

"Follow my bell and come here."

"The wood is the body, and the blue smoke is the road."

"The soul returns, the soul returns..."

In Xianyang City, strange songs sway on the earth.

But no one heard the sound. The people in Xianyang only felt that the night was cold tonight, making people unable to help feeling the cold.

In the mansion of the young master, the young master Zichu got off the wooden bed in a layer of clothes. He opened the window and looked at the gradually dim moonlight.

"It's cold tonight!"

In the distance, on the dark earth, wild grass blows with the night wind, and strange sounds echo in the inexplicable space.

"The soul is back, the soul is back..."

In the place where the sound sounded, the bears, tigers and deer in the mountains and jungles seemed to feel something and began to retreat continuously.

On the earth, it became colder and colder.

Under the extremely dark night, there seemed to be a cluster of darkness gathering here on the earth.

They listened to the songs in the void and drifted in place with the songs.

At this time, in Xianyang City, Li Chunqiu pointed his slender fingers at the puppet's eyebrows.

"Wen Peng was born at the 8th day of the ninth month of the Bingzi year, at the age of 37, and has not returned yet?"

The sound of scolding resounded all over the world.

On the land of the place where the punishment was executed outside Xianyang, a light smoke rose from the earth.

Floating gently towards Xianyang City.

"The soul is back, the soul is back..."

With Li Chunqiu's songs and the faint ringtone, the smoke passed through the Avenue of Xianyang, climbed through a stone staircase, and penetrated into Li Chunqiu's vermilion gate.

In the courtyard, clouds and mist were shrouded in the puppet, and a wisp of smoke followed Li Chunqiu's guidance.

Above the bamboo slips, light blue smoke fell into the puppet.

"receive!"

The four-sided bamboo slips fell slowly, and the smoke also fell slowly into it.

Until the smoke is gone.

Li Chunqiu, dressed in white, slowly picked up the puppet and called softly:

"Weng Peng."

dark.

Endless darkness.

It seems like there is no end to see.

Weng Peng no longer knew how long he had been in it.

He was already lost in it.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone singing, and he swayed to the song.

Then he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

He walked in a daze towards the place where the sound came.

Finally he escaped from the darkness and entered an inexplicable place.

He heard someone calling his name again.

"Who are you?"

Weng Peng slowly opened his eyes and said.

But I found myself being caught in the hands of a giant and could not move at all.

"I ask you, do you remember your life and life?"

Is this the god who is the master of the world after death?

Weng Peng thought to himself.

"I have a name from the emperor, Peng Weng, a native of the eastern suburbs of Xianyang, Qin State. He was born in military service and was killed 28."

"Yu is brave and has a 28th head. Why did he die after running away from his troops?"

"The God of God mercy, I am a son-in-law. If I die, my descendants will inevitably be humiliated."

"Son-in-law?"

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, they were not very friendly to son-in-law. Not only did they suffer from strange visions from all walks of life, but the attitudes towards son-in-law were also very bad. Every time Qin attacked cities and land, son-in-law, prisoners and merchants were bound to be sent to the front line.

In addition, the son-in-law should not have land or residence in the laws of the various countries, and it is also the lowest treatment in the army.
To be continued...