Bai Wuchang floated around for a while and snorted coldly: "No more, there is no ghost... I need to inform the underworld quickly and let the city god and the world find the secrets."

He said immediately: "Little Empress, please go quickly. I will send you to the main road and go back to report. If Zhu Weiti is missing, the underworld also needs to take precautions!"

My back felt cold, and my brother immediately pulled me back.

His hands were very cold. The moment he touched me, my temple suddenly hurt, and a cold light seemed to penetrate my mind, and a picture appeared in a trance.

Can't see clearly, can't see clearly...

"Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" My brother reached out to pinch my man.

I turned my head and avoided it, "It's okay, I'm more worried about you..."

"Tsk, I'll be obedient when I go back, right? Let's go."

He seemed to know that things were not simple. Where would the Ghost Princess hide when she disappeared with so many souls?

But in just two or three days, why is it empty?

Lin Yanqin asked her brother for the addresses of several masters who lived in seclusion, and she also went with us to find them.

Most of these masters live in Taoist temples and have long retreated to the second line. They do not care about the world. It is not easy to invite them out of the mountain, and it is difficult to meet them once.

Lin Yanhuan asked them to build a magic circle barrier before, but I don’t know how much method I used.

We didn't have such a powerful method, so we had to ask sincerely. Fortunately, people heard that they were from the Mu family, so they gave them three points of shame.

In the back mountain of this inconspicuous Taoist temple, an old Taoist who was already 102 years old lived in a house.

"...Old immortal, what do you think is the problem?" I bowed slightly.

Those who practice Taoism are over a hundred years old are considered human immortals, and it is understandable to call them old immortals.

But the other party was still very clear-headed and clear-headed, and the old Taoist smiled at me: "In front of Miss Mu, how dare I regard myself as a god? I am just a bull-nosed old Taoist who has lived a long time."

His tone was relaxed and he had no airs, and I felt a little hopeful.

The people before shook their heads when they saw the makeup box. This old Taoist could even make a joke.

His Taoist name is Qingyuan, and he is the Grand Master of this Taoist temple. The young Taoist priest who led us just now said that their Grand Master is a living god.

But he was very modest. When I called him the old immortal, he teased me as the "little immortal". I had to honestly change my words to Taoist Master Qingyuan.

"This blood dragon wood is something brought from Nanyang. We are not sure whether there is Nanyang witchcraft on it. The rouge box is the craft of our ancestors, so it should be put in later..."

"The rouge with human oil must be filled with resentment and evil spirits. Over time, it may be possible to merge with the spiritual power on the blood dragon wood... It is said that the witchcraft was introduced from southern Xinjiang to Nanyang and evolved into various indigenous arts of surrender. Will it be related to this?"

He did not directly explain the answer, but led us to think in that direction.

"Remind your head?" My brother scratched his head: "But I don't have any big problems, but my body temperature is a little abnormal."

"There are too many types of heads, and medicine is one of them. Will the mission of this rouge not be polished, but harming people? I heard that the indigenous wizards in Nanyang especially like Maoshan's ghost-raising technique, which is very widely used for corpse oil and human oil."

I frowned and asked anxiously: "No, then these are things that have been around for hundreds of years. How can we find the caster? My brother he--"hf();
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