Funeral parlor.
Qin Ming was wearing a pair of flowery shorts.
At the family table, a group of old men and women from the Songkou family looked at Qin Ming.
They were all uncles who were willing to let go.
Songkou Wanli's corpse was processed. He put on dead man's makeup, trimmed his eyebrows, shaved his hair, shaved his beard, loosened his makeup, drew his eyebrows, used eyeshadow, blush, lip gloss, and changed into new clothes.
From the outside, the corpse looked more human than when it had just been fished up.
Qin Ming was wearing a pair of flowery pants, holding a bell in his hand and chanting a soul-summoning spell.
The crisp sound of the copper bell echoed in the mourning hall.
A thin layer of white flour was sprinkled on the path from the mourning hall to the coffin.
The ghost weighed 21 grams and would leave footprints on the flour.
Qin Ming shook the bell twice.
"Have you summoned a soul?" Keiko asked.
"A soul that has been imprisoned for thousands of miles cannot be summoned back by ordinary soul summoning techniques.”Qin Ming said.
Qin Ming reached into the coffin and pulled out a strand of hair from the corpse, tying it to a paper flower.
He drew an incantation on the flour layer on the ground with his sword fingers and chanted a spell. Paper Flower stood up on the ground with just a strand of hair.
The elder uncle of the Songkou family was very surprised and stood up to watch Qin Ming cast the spell.
The oldest, Song Kou, looked nervous.
The paper flower had a spiritual light attached to it, and it spun around on the spot before flying into the air toward Songkou Zhengtian, who was sitting in the family seats.
A relative exclaimed.
"That's strange. Not only can the flowers move, but they also fight for the land. Is it because Zhengtian is the closest uncle in the world?”
Qin Ming said.
"The paper flower seeks the soul. Whoever has the paper flower, the soul of the deceased is near him.”
The relatives of the Songkou family were all elderly. When they heard that the ghost was nearby, they retreated in fear.
After letting go, Aida retreated as well. The paper flower floated in the air and continued to follow behind him.
Zhan Tianzhu let go and took his crutch to retreat again.
The paper flower circled around Songkou Zhengtian and landed on his head.
The first and second time were coincidences, but the third time was definitely a problem.
All the relatives stared at Song Kou fighting for the land.
Songkou Zhengtian was in his sixties. He took a deep breath, waved his cane, and knocked away the paper flowers that were flying in the air. Then, he stepped on them.
"What the hell is this flower of yours? It's always following me.”
"Because the souls of thousands of miles away have been imprisoned by you.”Qin Ming said with certainty.
"Don't talk nonsense. I don't know any spells.”He spoke evasively without any confidence.
"The paper flower is tied to the hair of the deceased, and it has the same feeling as the soul of the deceased. Now that the paper flower is following you, the soul of the deceased is hidden in your body.”Qin Ming said.
Qin Ming used his x-ray vision to look at Song Kou fighting for the land.
"It's inside your shirt, inside your pocket. Hand it over.”Qin Ming said.
Keiko called two relatives of the Songkou family and searched Songkou Zhengtian's body. Sure enough, she found a small glass bottle in his pocket. There was a talisman on it that sealed the soul.
Qin Ming picked up the glass bottle and wiped off the words on the talisman paper with his sword finger.
The mouth of the bottle was facing down, and he shouted,"Let go of your mouth."”
With the glass bottle facing down, he tapped it twice, and an erratic soul fell out.
The soul stepped on the white flour on the ground, leaving a pair of footprints on the ground.
A gust of wind suddenly blew in the mourning hall, and the wreaths and banners swayed in the wind.
The relatives couldn't see the soul, only the footprints on the ground.
Qin Ming dipped the pomelo leaves in water and sprinkled it on the faces of the relatives and elders of the Songkou family.
The relatives and elders rubbed away the water that had seeped into their eyes and wiped it twice. They vaguely saw the soul that had loosened its mouth and was standing in front of them.
"Look, those are souls from ten thousand miles away.”
"I really saw a ghost. Oh my god, ghosts look exactly like humans and are transparent.”
The two elders hid behind Qin Ming.
Wanli Songkou stood in the middle of the mourning hall, staring blankly at the black and white photo of himself on the mourning hall.
Qin Ming picked up the bell and shook it gently.
The crisp sound of the copper bell woke up the soul that had loosened its tongue for thousands of miles.
"Let go of your tongue and let your soul return to your body. Your time limit is almost up. Before the incense in the incense burner burns out, if you don't return to your body, your soul will dissipate.”Qin Ming ordered.
The soul that was ten thousand miles away dragged its heavy steps toward the coffin and lay down in its own body.
Keiko walked towards the coffin.
"Keiko, leave the coffin." Qin Ming shouted.
As soon as Qin Ming finished speaking, Wanli, who was in the coffin, sat up and stretched out his hands to grab Keiko's neck.
"Come down and accompany me, Keiko ~" Wanli Songkou's face was ferocious, and his smile was strange.
Keiko's face was red and she couldn't breathe.
Qin Ming tossed a stack of spirit talismans and shook the copper bell in his hand.
The sound waves from the bell instantly triggered the talisman.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Twelve spiritual talismans flew out, suppressing the zombie's mouth.
Qin Ming's sword finger pressed against the corpse's glabella and shouted," Open!"
The dead body loosened its claws and lay down limply.
When the relatives and elders saw that the corpse was motionless, they came out from all corners.
"Why did the corpse suddenly move?" An elder asked.
" The seventh day after death is the night of soul return. When the soul returns home to visit their loved ones, they must avoid them and cannot speak. When the deceased sees an old friend and hears a familiar voice, they will have the thought of staying in the world of the living.”Qin Ming explained.
Qin Ming said.
"His soul has a stronger will to survive than ordinary people, especially when he sees his fiancée.”
Keiko wasn't injured. She was shocked and didn't dare to approach the coffin.
Everyone arrested Songkou Zhengtian and interrogated him.
Songkou Zhengtian told the truth. He wanted to borrow Songkou Wanli's soul to make a fake will, but later he discovered something even more shocking. Keiko had an affair.
"Songkou Keiko can't inherit Songkou Wanli's inheritance. She spent the night in Priest Qin Ming's room last night.”
Zhang Kou took out his phone. There was a video inside.
When Qin Ming heard that there was a video, he immediately cast a spell. A green spiritual light shot out from his fingertip and shot towards Songkou Zhengtian's phone.
When many relatives heard that it was a video of Keiko cheating, they all stretched their heads over, wanting to see what kind of erotic video it was.
He opened the video to pique everyone's appetite.
Peppa Pig's cartoon was playing on the phone screen.
"Mr. Zhengtian, I can sue you for slander for what you just said.”Qin Ming smiled.
When Keiko saw that the phone was playing an animated film, she immediately heaved a sigh of relief. If her relationship with Qin Ming was exposed, she would lose her position as the chairman of Qiangsheng Fishery.
Songkou Keiko was a traditional Japanese woman. Before she followed Qin Ming, she didn't lose her virginity to Songkou Wanli. In order to help Songkou Wanli find his soul, she gave her first time to Qin Ming.
Songkou Zhengtian repeatedly turned on his phone and played the video repeatedly. He paused every frame and watched it again. It was all cartoons. He was so angry that he smashed his phone.
In the eyes of the relatives, the fight for the land was a farce.
The mourning hall was cleaned up.
Qin Ming stood in front of the mourning hall, his hand forming the Three Mountains Hand Art. His middle finger and ring finger were twisted in his hand, and the remaining three fingers stood up straight.
He used his hand gestures to drag out porcelain bowls filled with white rice.
Qin Ming chanted a spell and scattered a handful of rice in his left hand around the coffin.
He grabbed the yellow paper with his right hand and scattered it in the mourning hall.
Qin Ming mumbled.
His sword finger glowed with golden spiritual light, and a golden light that tore through space shot out from his fingertip.
In the middle of the mourning hall, the black light gradually expanded and transformed into a bottomless black vortex.
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