Zixuan nodded her head and said, "after becoming a ghost, his memory is not very clear. After all, his soul is not able to move freely within the soul sealing mantra. It can only be said that he is barely preserved in this way."
A person, or a soul, has lived in obscurity for more than 300 years, and it is because he was plotted by his own disciples. Just think about this situation, it makes Xie Hu and Rong Guocheng extremely uncomfortable.
After all, they are also people on the road. There are many close friends around them. Even now, they seem to be obedient to them, but it's hard to guarantee that they have any other ideas in their hearts.
They looked at each other in silence, with a faint tangle in their eyes.
Tang Feng didn't care what happened to the soul. He was more interested in where the mage named Basong is now.
As he drank tea with a leisurely look on his face, he said, "does he know what his apprentice is like now?"
Zixuan said: "after he was brought back to China by sun Dafang, it was because of the long distance that he had nothing to do with the apprentice during this period of time. Then, he wanted to use sun Dafang's physical resurrection, and he had no time to care about other things. Just when he asked about this, he said that he could vaguely feel that he was nearby, but the specific situation was different, It's not clear. "
She thought Tang Feng would be very unhappy when he heard the answer, but he didn't seem to have any special reaction except for a little disappointment.
Ji Ning didn't know much about this spell. Now when she heard Zixuan say this, she felt a little curious. She couldn't help asking, "are they really so magical? If you use this soul sealing technique to keep your soul alive for hundreds of years and resurrect on other people's bodies, isn't it immortality? In addition, they can also change different bodies according to their own preferences. "
Zixuan looks at Ji Ning with a look of no laughing or crying on her face. She doesn't seem to be able to understand. She is a very clever Ji Ning. Why does she ask such stupid questions? She opens her mouth and doesn't say anything. She seems to think that there are too many slots in Ji Ning's words, which makes her unable to speak.
Shangguan also looked at Ji Ning with a kind of speechless look and said: "sun Dabang has raised him with his own blood for many years. It must have given him a chance to recover. Who would willingly sacrifice his blood to a imprisoned soul and let him occupy his own body?"
Zixuan also said with a smile: "it's a coincidence that he can recover. The blood sacrifice alone can't make his soul break away from the shackles of the soul sealing curse. It's the birthday of sun Dabang who lives with him. It can be said that sun Dabang seeks his own death. However, it's not a simple thing to occupy other people's body. In the end, he fails."
Tiger Xie said curiously, "I heard from sun Dabang that he would have a nightmare of being occupied as long as he was asleep. If Mr. Tang didn't find the clue, could he succeed?"
"Maybe it will succeed in the end, but it can't be done in a short time," Tang Feng said faintly. "The fortune of Bi jingsun's cannon is very prosperous. Even if the mage steals his life, the overlord can't easily occupy his body. However, sun's cannon is killed by himself and is finally eaten back."
Ji Ning just suddenly realized "ah".
"But the result doesn't seem to be of any use to us." Shangguan frowned and looked at Tang Feng.
Tang Feng's purpose of finding the ghost is to find Basong, but he didn't know his whereabouts, which made him disappointed.
Zixuan talked with the soul in hunzhu again. When she looked back, she had a smile on her face and said, "he said that he has another apprentice. As long as we can find him, we can find Basong through this apprentice. After all, he can feel that he is near here."
"However, he has been dead for more than 300 years. How can we be sure that his other apprentice is still alive? Can we say that the spells he taught are specially designed to prolong life Ji Ning immediately raised the question.
Tang Feng, with a casual look on his face, didn't answer. He just said to himself, "Basong uses the technique. If he wants to get the fortune of sun Da Pao, he must be near Xijing, or even in the city of Xijing, staring at Sun Da Pao. We can also guess that."
"But now that sun Da Pao is dead, he can continue to stay here. When we find another disciple of him, we will come back. I'm afraid Basong will not know where he has gone for a long time." Rong Guocheng looked anxious.
Tang Feng is still a faint smile, drank a cup of tea, said: "without him, you can find Basong, just to spend some effort."
"What else can you do?" Zixuan looked at Tang Feng, her eyes were a little suspicious, "then why do you want to --"
"I thought that with the help of this soul, I could save some energy, but he didn't know anything." Tang Feng sneered, "what the master did is really a failure."
The black fog in the soul bead seems to understand Tang Feng's words and rotate rapidly in the soul bead.
Zixuan looked at hunzhu again and talked with him again. When she turned to Tangfeng again, she frowned slightly and said, "he said that he can find Basong, but there is one condition."
Tang Feng is still holding a teacup in his hand. He smiles and looks at Zixuan.
Zixuan still frowned and said, "he said that when he found Basong, he wanted to revenge himself."
Tang Feng didn't change his look. He just leaned forward and put his cup on the coffee table. Then he raised the sun slightly and looked at the soul bead.
The corner of his mouth, slightly raised, showed a slightly sarcastic sneer, said: "no one is qualified to negotiate with me."
His voice, in this moment, was filled with suffocating chill, and all people's bodies could not help freezing. In this huge room, even the temperature dropped, almost in an instant, like an ice cellar.
On the soul bead, a thin layer of ice was covered in an instant, and the black fog in it stopped at once.
Time seems to be fixed, but in the room, because of a sudden drop in temperature, on the floor of the glass window, still keep spreading on the white fog, the neon outside.