However, if you summon your soul for him during the day, you will undoubtedly kill Lao Zhou just because, if the soul is not lost in this room, but is outside, how can a weak residual soul pass through the crowd and return to Lao Zhou's body?

It is not impossible to force the soul-summoning. I know several ways, including soul-summoning lamp, soul-summoning plate, and soul-summing water bowl. However, no matter what, if I do this in broad daylight, it will look weird, so weird that it is no different from running naked on the street?

So, I can't be anxious, but it's my brother lying outside, so why don't I be anxious?

I had to calm down. Thinking of this, I lit another cigarette. At this time, my fingers had already started to feel chills. However, this was not because of any emotion, nor was it an accident. It was a technique to restrain my breathing through a method of controlling my breathing - the breath-retention technique.

This is my unique technique of awesome master. When my master teaches me, I don’t understand what the use of such a useless technique will do. Constrain your breath and aura, and even when controlling your breathing, a breath of yang energy stops swallowing and vomiting, holding it without emitting pressure on your throat, and the other breath sinks into your dantian.

Isn't that different from the living dead?

I don’t want to learn, but my master glared at me and shouted: “Don’t think you are awesome as a human being. Why can you collide with the ghost? If you cause irreversible regrets, you will regret not learning this spell with me!”

"What does it mean?" That year, when I was 13 years old, I didn't quite understand why I had hit the ghost, and I couldn't understand the words of my master in my realm.

But I will never forget the answer my master gave me.

"Nonsense! If a female ghost grows into a Chinese ghost, you are so embarrassed to collide in a virtuous ghost (Wang Zuxian)? You can collide in such a beautiful existence? Why don't you hit the wall yourself? Do you understand? Learn it for me!"

Well, isn’t such an answer unforgettable for life?

However, now I spit out a mouthful of smoke. As the breath-retention technique is running, the shape of the smoke is also very strange, and it is spit out one by one like a bamboo joint. But I found that I seemed to understand the meaning of the dead old man. Just like this, if my yang energy dispels Lao Zhou's remnant soul, it will be a regret for my life.

At a higher level, I seemed to have a vague touch. My genius senior brother added a sentence to me: "Three son, you hit the beautiful ghost because I can't see such a beautiful ghost under my eyes. Master is the level of Chinese in elementary school and is addicted to beauty, so you don't have to care what he said, care what I said, do you understand?"

I found that in fact, their Chinese level may not have even graduated from elementary school, but at this time, I whispered "cause and effect"? And a sense of regret also arose in my heart.

This annoyance is actually annoyance, but it is useless annoyance, because this matter cannot be changed at all. That is, I am a cultivator, and my spiritual awareness is very average. In the words of the master, I didn’t say that I was very bad, but I just gave me face.

However, I am a freak. On the one hand, my spiritual sense is very poor, but on the other hand, my soul power is extraordinary and very powerful. My master is very surprised. Why is my soul power so powerful? My yang body has not collapsed yet. Could it be that my Vajra?

He really felt that only Vajra deserved the power of such a powerful soul power as me. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not a Buddhist and Taoist Vajra, but a gorilla called Vajra.

But when the awesome master of the Awesome Master came down the mountain, he didn't study why my soul power was like this? How did I withstand such soul power just a little stronger than ordinary people (and practiced on the mountain)?

I think he drove me down the mountain because of his anger?

This annoyance made him forget another advantage of me, that is, his understanding of magic was extremely profound and he learned very quickly. Even if he could shine his family, he would rush me down the mountain?

"This old man, I guess he was extremely angry, right?" Thinking of this, my heart ached a little. I thought I could live on the mountain for the rest of my life, and it would be better to bring my parents and relatives as well. The quiet mountain scenery, the clouds roll and the clouds are rolling, the sun rises, and the sun enters and breathes in and out, isn't it a beautiful life?

This old man kicked me down the mountain with one kick.

This kind of thought interrupted my previous thoughts. When a cigarette was about to burn to the end, I almost forgot that I was upset about the fact that my spiritual awareness was very poor. Because spiritual awareness was very poor, no matter how sharp my various magics were, I could not master the skills that many Taoists would inevitably master - the Heavenly Eye.

I don't know how to change the channel at all, but my eyes open are extremely unstable, just like a remote control that is not effective at the moment. I don't know when I can change the channel very skillfully, and I don't know when I smash it, so it can't change the channel.

Not to mention the heavenly eyes, or even the master’s induction of spiritual bodies is worse than that of ordinary practitioners. I don’t have a specific understanding of how bad it is.

Because except for my awesome master and the crazy senior brother, I have never contacted other so-called cultivators, and I can't see what they call the world.

I just knew that when I was bored, I once went to investigate the so-called "haunted house". I created a record of a ghost that followed me for five minutes. When I turned around, I saw its face that was almost crying.

Actually, it’s not a record, right? It’s better than an ordinary person? At least an ordinary person stands for another half an hour, he may not know what the ghost looks like. Unless an unlucky guy like Lao Zhou, who has a very low horoscope, may see an unforgettable face.

At this time, my whole body was slightly cold. I finally started to walk carefully in the room and only dared to stand in the middle of the room because my spiritual sense was not good, and the spirit body liked to stand against the wall and the scared soul was also stunned. Once I stood still, I didn't know how to move, so I was careful every time I entered this room.

According to my spiritual sense, I felt cold, so this room should be much colder than I felt. So, the guy who came was much better? The joint that I never figured out was why the person came, but the breath was so good, and what was a cat?

But I couldn't figure it out and I would temporarily put it aside, but by walking and sensing, I would carefully feel whether Lao Zhou's remnant soul was in this room.

Fifteen minutes later, the expression on my face became heavier, because I had such a poor spiritual sense, and there was no other spiritual aura in this room except the person who brought coldness. Lao Zhou's remnant soul was not here.

So is it a little troublesome? I looked up at the window, and the fingerprint was particularly obvious, reminding me that the ferocious beast was clearly close by, and I knew this. I found this here, but it was completely unsuccessful. Even what I learned and scraping my stomach couldn't find any available techniques.

Could it be that I want to go to the scene to see it?

Of course, the scene of this incident refers to the basement where Lao Zhou encountered a ghost and saw a wall and saw a broken corpse. One thing I can clearly understand is that he had to summon the soul tonight. I think the troublesome thing is not that Lao Zhou's soul was shocked, but more troublesome is that with such a heavy and cold atmosphere, what if Lao Zhou was rejected?

Thinking of this, I stood next to the windowsill again, outside the window, at around 10 a.m., the community was lively. After all, the elderly who had nothing to do started to "show off their grandsons". However, these scenery had nothing to do with me. I was amused to find that Zhang Yang was so lazy, and he had the pleasure of setting up an iron rack on the windowsill and putting a few pots of green plants.

Unfortunately, this guy turned around and took a plastic bag from the living room. Without hesitation, I threw several pots of green plants on the windowsill into the plastic bags, because he placed cactus on the windowsill, which was simply a taboo in Feng Shui. Although it was not big, it was definitely not small.

I am actually very complicated about metaphysical martial arts, mountain, medicine, fate, divination, and fortune, but I know a little bit about Feng Shui, and I don’t think it is very important. After all, no matter how good Feng Shui is, it must be borne by a good life. It’s just that there is no need to break taboos, and I can’t watch my friends like this.

But what kind of cactus is? I don’t know if my movements are too fast. Suddenly I was stabbed by a pot of cactus. Then, with a stinging pain, a blood bead gushed out of my thumb. I stopped moving.

At this time, I had not finished cleaning up the cactus on the windowsill. That strange thing about Zhang Yang actually had the ability to put 7 or 8 pots of cactus on the windowsill.

"Hmm." I frowned slightly.

But when I heard Lao Zhou start to move in the living room, he whimpered and woke up again. I suddenly remembered that the bright blue underwear was still stuffed into his mouth. I felt that this was not kind, so I walked out and saw Lao Zhou's confused eyes open again.

I pulled off the underwear from his mouth, and he started calling out again. I grabbed something on the sofa and tried to put it in his mouth again.

But fortunately, I became more careful this time and took a look. Well, a pair of rusty red socks. This guy Zhang Yang is really introverted! But I really want to beat him up at this moment.

Fortunately, I didn't stuff the socks into Lao Zhou's mouth. I wanted Lao Zhou to be in my lifetime. I knew that I, Ye Zhengling, had once stuffed a pair of bright blue underwear into his mouth, and then wanted to stuff a pair of rust-red socks, which were either man's or Zhang Yang's.
Chapter completed!