Under the night, Xianyang City was covered with gauze, as if it was sleeping in the evening.

On Li Chunqiu's mansion, Meng Tian gently placed Zhao Zheng on his back on the bed, and then said with a little concern:

"Sir, Princess..."

Before Meng Tian finished speaking, Li Chunqiu, who was standing beside him, waved his hand and said, "It's just exhausted, just rest."

"Just let people take good care of themselves, and tomorrow's morning class will be as usual."

"promise!"

After hearing that the prince had nothing to do, Meng Tian bowed.

Li Chunqiu nodded, then turned around and walked out of the room.

The moonlight tonight is particularly bright.

Under the bright moon and the sparse stars, Li Chunqiu stepped into the courtyard where daily preaching was held.

In the courtyard, under the clouds and mist, Zhao Xicheng lit an oil lamp, and continued to carve bamboo slips under the swaying lights.

Seeing Li Chunqiu walking in, Zhao Xicheng put down the bamboo slips and bowed: "I have met Mr. Chunqiu!"

Li Chunqiu walked past him, waved his hand to signal him to get up, and then walked past Zhao Xicheng's side.

Before walking to the stone platform, Li Chunqiu opened the copper box with four experimental items left before and took out a piece of clothes that had not yet been wrapped in a puppet.

“It’s time to start.”

Li Chunqiu smiled.

A strange and sad ringtone rang again in Xianyang City in the dark night.

Countless birds flew in the night sky.

In the courtyard, Li Chunqiu pointed his right index finger at the center of his eyebrows.

A light blue color appeared on his eyebrows.

"The penis eyes, open!"

A third eye seemed to appear on Li Chunqiu's forehead.

In an instant, in Li Chunqiu's eyes, the whole world seemed different.

The copper bell in the air swayed gently, and the ringtone penetrated the entire Xianyang City and through the earth.

Zhao Xicheng looked at the scene in front of him quietly, and Mr. Chunqiu in front of him seemed to have no concern about seeing this scene.

"Why... is this?"

Zhao Xicheng murmured to himself holding a pen.

At this time, in Li Chunqiu's eyes, something seemed to suddenly move on the earth.

Li Chunqiu took off the copper bell floating in the void with one hand, and then he jumped and floated onto the roof.

"This is?"

Under the vaginal eyes, I looked up and saw that it was an endless sea of ​​spirit.

From Xianyang City to the distant horizon, there are densely packed heads.

All the souls were dull and walked aimlessly in the endless crowded ghost tide.

"Shen Hai?"

Li Chunqiu was stunned.

Under the moonlight, from his perspective, the earth was like a sea at this time.

Infinite.

"Are all the dead here from ancient times to the present? They are all sleeping underground?"

Li Chunqiu looked down at his feet and said to himself.

Who remembers it at the beginning of the ancient times?

The years pass away and return to the dust.

Looking at the Linghai, Li Chunqiu frowned, and then sang the soul-striking song again.

"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..."

Under Li Chunqiu's singing, the confused expression on the soul's face seemed to be a little loose in the tide of the sky and the earth.

It seems that they are inspired by the sings that lead to the spirit.

Li Chunqiu frowned again and slowly continued to speak: "Hei Qian was born on the ninth day of the 10th day of the Bing Chou year. He was thirty-sixth year, and he still didn't return?"

Li Chunqiu's voice echoed on the earth.

Zhao Xicheng was stunned.

"spiritualism?"

In the distance, in the sea of ​​spirit, suddenly a soul gradually woke up from confusion.

It separated from the spiritual sea, appeared on the ground, and then floated towards Li Chunqiu along the dispersed green smoke.

The free soul penetrated the layers of city walls and walked into Li Chunqiu's mansion.

In the end, he sank into Li Chunqiu's puppet.

"So, are all the undead in this sea?"

"As long as you are summoned, you can transcend."

Li Chunqiu held the puppet in his hand and was filled with thoughts.

The only thing that can be thankful is that the souls here seem to be in a state of lack of autonomous consciousness.

At least it has not been troubled by the evil spirit in a short period of time.

"The preparation of the underworld must be put on the agenda."

Chu Jue Li gently put down the puppet in his hand and slowly fell from the eaves.

Then put away the rest of the puppets.

Finally, he turned his head and looked at the long sword. On the hilt, there were several big words engraved in golden color: Wu'an Jun Bai Qi, acting as a sword.

That was Wu'an Jun Bai Qi's sword.

It was also the first time Li Chunqiu saw such a murderous weapon in this world.

Li Chunqiu slowly picked up the sword and gently stroked the scabbard.

"Wu'an Jun, some people call you: In terms of annihilation war, there is no one who can surpass him in a thousand years."

"I should see such a hero."

Li Chunqiu let go of the hilt of the sword and the long sword floated in the air.

In the courtyard, wisps of blue smoke rose, and the sound of the soul-suming ring penetrated the earth.

And Li Chunqiu started singing again.

Zhao Xicheng, who was beside him, had already put down his sword and pen and bamboo slips without realizing it.

Accompanied by dark and strange ringtones and songs, in the dark world, thousands of ghosts gathered in the spiritual sea.

Outside Xianyang City, under Duyou Pavilion, accompanied by the strange ringing, the night became more and more cunning.

Among the thousands of ghosts that were scattered underground, a pair of eyes slowly opened, and the ghost wearing heavy armor seemed to have flames ignited in his eyes.

The ghosts around seemed to feel something and disperse.

Only another ghost, who was also heavily armored, was still standing beside the man.

On the ground, the yin energy and murderous energy turned into gusts of yin wind blew around, and the wild grass scattered everywhere.

In the surrounding areas of Duyou Pavilion, birds and animals fled in scattered.

“Huh?”

Li Chunqiu felt resistance for the first time in his soul-attracting technique.

If the soul-induced sensation is compared to fishing, it was a small fish and shrimp before, but at this time it seemed like a whale was biting the hook.

Li Chunqiu's Taoist Technique in his hands increased the strength again.

"Bai Qi was born on the fifteenth day of July of the year of Dingyou. He was sixty-six years old and still did not return!"
To be continued...