The sound of intense gunfire and magic fluctuations could be heard from outside.

However, despite being influenced by evil magic, Zhang Yue transformed into a demon and managed to break through. Fortunately, in his madness, he had no intention of killing, and although some people were injured, there were no major casualties. It was shocking that Zhang Yue, who was originally an ordinary person, could withstand small-caliber gunfire without any harm.

Wei Yuan collected the shattered scales from the just-slain creature in a small wooden box and sheathed his sword.

At this time, Zhao Yi, a disciple of the Weiming Sect, followed them in. He was shocked to see the white sheep was his junior brother and was dumbfounded. He then frowned, wondering how his junior brother, who had a good cultivation level, could end up with such a low-level technique.

Generally speaking, the technique of creating livestock was easy to break by opening the animal skin. However, after turning around for several times, he could not figure out how to open the sheepskin, which seemed to be attached to Xuan as if it was part of his body. When he wanted to take a closer look by lying down, Xuan was so angry that he kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground.

"This is troublesome..."

Zhao Yi rubbed his stomach and sighed helplessly. "Maybe we have to ask the elders to help."

"I can't do anything about it, and my senior sister may not be able to break this technique either. It's not something that people with our level of cultivation can break," Wei Yuan said thoughtfully, observing Xuan's condition. He noticed that Xuan had wrapped himself in a layer of sheepskin, and he said, "Come with me... I may have a way to break this technique."

Zhao Yi was surprised at first, but then he was overjoyed and thanked Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan, however, sighed and took out two tissues, then crouched down and gently wiped away the tears from the crying little girl named Zhang Xiaoyu. But when he touched her cheek, his movements stiffened for a moment.

The lying tiger waist badge trembled slightly, and the corresponding text appeared in his mind.

Wei Yuan resumed his normal movements and wiped the little girl's face clean, saying, "Let's go."

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They arrived at an old museum with a wooden counter.

Wei Yuan gave them water and a bottle of cola for Zhang Xiaoyu, whose fate was still uncertain."Let them wait for a moment, I'll go to the museum and get a box." Wei Yuan went to the museum and opened the box, revealing a pair of ancient, rustic, and dark iron shears covered with red cloth. This was the Yin artifact of the Tian family's female messenger. After Bone Woman's skin was cut off, Wei Yuan kept the iron shears here.

Ordinary knives would only cut the sheepskin and human skin together. This thing was different. It was originally a treasure for skinning, specifically used to peel skin. Naturally, it could cut only the sheepskin and break evil magic with its fierce aura.

Wei Yuan held the iron shears and said, "I want you to do something for me. Just open the sheepskin without harming the human body."

The scissors trembled slightly, sounding like a sharp laugh, with disdain and resentment.

Wei Yuan said, "This is you helping me. I will find a way to dissipate your fierce aura and transform you from an evil artifact into a magic tool. Then I can let you go."

The big black iron shears opened and closed, laughing wildly.

Wei Yuan said patiently, "Think about it."

The iron shears still didn't cooperate.

Wei Yuan instantly drew a broken sword from his waist with his left hand and stabbed it directly into the wooden counter next to the iron shears. He had killed many demons and ghosts in a row, and his sword had already undergone some changes. At this moment, the sword was chilling and murderous. Wei Yuan said, "Are you going to do it or not?"

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Wei Yuan came back holding a pair of honest iron shears.

Then he let Xuan Yi lie down, and the scissors in his hand, which emitted a cold aura, obediently cut through the sheepskin. The sheepskin that had been cursed was easily cut open, and the resentment and fierce aura gathered on the iron shears could also break the curse. Xuan Yi felt a chill all over his body, and then he felt the sensation of seeing the light.

The sheepskin fell down on both sides.

Xuan Yi rolled out of it and lay down on the ground, panting heavily.

Zhao Yi quickly helped his junior brother up, shook a yellow talisman he had prepared early, lit it, and poured it into the water to make a bowl of talisman water. He helped Xuan Yi drink it to expel the residual evil inside and outside his body. Wei Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it worked. Then he threw the honest iron shears into the box and sealed it.

Even ghosts were afraid of evil people, let alone Yin artifacts.

Turning his head and seeing Zhang Xiaoyu sitting obediently on the sofa, holding a cola but silently shedding tears, several dead ghosts were crowded together in the corner between the bathroom and the small living room, staring at the can of cola, their fingers almost embedded in the wall.

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then put the cola on the coffee table.

She pushed a few ghosts in the direction of the cola.

The dead ghosts were shocked and crowded together, in chaos.

Another person who could see them?!Both Lian Xuan and Zhao Yi, the two disciples of the Taoist school, instinctively sensed the presence of Yin Qi upon entering the place. However, since there was no hostility, they just assumed that the owner of the mansion also kept Yin soldiers. Many Taoist schools had similar traditions, but if one followed the right path, there would be no harm done to the world, and no vengeful ghosts would be born.

Out of courtesy, they did not open their eyes to look.

Wei Yuan sighed secretly, sealed the scissors, pasted the talisman, and walked to the living room. He squatted down and looked at the red-eyed crying Zhang Xiaoyu. She was still in kindergarten, at such a young age, her skin was excessively pale, and her soul was unstable, with faint traces of her soul escaping.

Wei Yuan reached out and rubbed the little girl's hair.

He closed his eyes slightly, and a blue talisman flashed in his palm - to drive away ghosts.

This was a usage developed after the last encounter with Dong Yu. It could make use of the soul's movements to see some memory images that it cared about. Of course, no matter how it changed, this kind of magical power was ultimately a way to control ghosts.

Zhang Xiaoyu was not a living person.

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But she was not an ordinary ghost either...

She was a living corpse.

When a person died, their soul would remain. According to legend, on the seventh day after death, it was the night of returning souls. The dead would return to their bodies to see their families before departing. However, there were many variables. One was that the soul was delayed and could not return to the body on the last day of its earthly life, and the body had already been cremated or buried.

The soul could not find its way home and became a wandering ghost.

Another way was to lock the soul in the body, neither human nor ghost, neither alive nor dead.

This method was also called prolonging life in some places.

It was not the right way.

Summoning souls, prolonging life, and passing Yang Qi.

My life for hers, to prolong her life.

The scene unfolded before Wei Yuan's eyes.

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A child's memory is colorful.

Like a series of crayon drawings.

Dad, Mom, and oneself.

Every little thing in the world was happy.

"Daddy is a hero, he can lift me up high."

"Mom is a fairy, the most beautiful mom in the world."

At this time, memories were even brighter than the dark night.

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But suddenly, the blue sky became overcast.

She fell ill.

Dark clouds came into the house.

Mom and Dad started to argue all night long.

Xiaoyu wanted to pull them apart, but she couldn't. She was getting weaker and weaker.

Dad cried.

He ran his finger down his face.

"Daddy cried, so shameful..."

Why was he crying even harder now...

So tired, want to sleep.

So cold, so cold.

Mom left...

Xiaoyu seemed to have slept for a very long time, and Dad looked much older.

Mom was gone, and Dad said she had left us.Dad hugged Little Fish and cried, saying, "I will definitely cure your illness."

"You will get better."

"When you're better, Dad will take you to the biggest amusement park to play, as long as you want."

But, Dad, Dad.

Little Fish isn't sick.

Little Fish is just dead...

PS: Thank you, thank you to Club President Ning for the generous reward.