"I have half a hair left."

Chi Xuan was immediately surprised, and immediately sighed. Should he be called the Demon Lord? He had even considered such a thing, and even cut off half of his hair in advance.

"Arrange the altar according to what I told you."

"I doubt that with your current strength, you won't be able to bring his soul back."

"Why?"

Tu Shanjun remained silent and said, "Because something bit his soul."

Hearing this, Chi Xuan already understood.

Zhang Xincheng is dead.

There is no need for Tushanjun to lie to him.

With the Demon Lord's methods, if he gets the soul, he will definitely use the Soul Searching Technique to search for the memory of the green-robed monk.

He should have known.

He realized it, but didn't think about it deeply. At that time, he still held the idea that he could find Zhang Xincheng here.

In other words, that's just an expectation.

Now, after hearing what Tu Shanjun said, Chi Xuan understood that he was late.

There was no time to be sad, so Chi Xuan quickly started to arrange the altar according to Tu Shanjun's instructions, and finally placed the Soul Reverend Banner in the center of the altar.

Reading with rice balls

An illusory ghost appeared in front of the soul flag, took out the incense and lit it.

Incense candles illuminate the road ahead,

Kneading technique in hand.

Twist the half of the baby's hair.

Blood is thicker than water, so the blood curse method can indeed be called a curse.

Brothers and sisters, as long as they use the right spells, they can use blood spells to summon Zhang Xincheng's soul.

"The soul is back."

"disease."

In an unknown cave, a long road of clouds and smoke appeared in front of the half-grown boy. He slowly opened his eyes, sensing the deepest movement in his heart, and stepped onto this path made of white smoke.

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He walked farther and farther, and finally after taking seven steps, the figure disappeared from the unknown cave.

The clouds and smoke of incense candles light up the road ahead, and the seven stars march on the steps.

The soul returns,

The soul is back.

The soul flags fluttered without wind.

The ghostly figure standing in front of the soul flag dances in strange postures, like an ancient opera or a mysterious witch casting a spell.

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Chi Xuan felt the wind blowing in front of him.

Cold wind.

As the clouds and smoke gathered, a figure walked on the path formed by the gathering of clouds and smoke.

The tiny figure quickly jumped up as the distance shortened.

Chi Xuan shouted in shock: "Boy!"

Zhang Xincheng seemed to be quite confused until this shout brought him back to his senses. He looked around, and familiar memories suddenly came to his mind.

He looked at Taoist Chixuan in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes.

He didn't cry when he was taken away.

When the power of incense and aspiration entered his body and he listened to the cries of ghosts and wolves that sounded like thousands of demonic sounds, he did not cry.

He didn't cry when his blood was drained and he was thrown into a pool to survive with his last breath.

In the end, when he died in the mouth of an unknown giant beast and listened to the shuddering sound of his own bones and flesh shattering, he still did not cry.

Now, seeing the person he knew most in the world besides his younger brother, he cried.

Howling loudly.

It seems that he wants to vent out all the grievances he has suffered along the way.
Chapter completed!