Chapter 618

The man's exclamation disturbed the illusory woman. Her face was haggard and her body was frail like a piece of paper. She slowly raised her head and looked at the white man, with a faint smile on her thin face.

"Ah Lin It's really you You're not dead... " Shocked at his wife's familiar smile, the man ran towards the empty shadow uncontrollably. Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out to hug his lover, but the attack was empty.

The man is stunned to see his hands pass through his wife's body, and his fingertips are no longer warm.

The ordinary people in Pingcheng, who were stunned aside, looked at the illusory figures. Many people found familiar faces.

The dead father, the sick relatives and the dead child

A familiar face, full of everyone's eyes.

Linghe looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened incredibly, he looked at the illusory shadows, and his heart gave birth to a kind of strange guess. He subconsciously looked at the monsoon smoke, and asked timidly: "Miss Those... "

The corner of the mouth of the monsoon smoke missed a smile, "that's the soul."

Linghe shakes slightly.

Monsoon flue: "the departed have not really left, their souls are still wandering in the world, or choose to be reincarnated, or trapped here."

The soul summoning skill was learned by monsoon smoke from her Shizu. She used it for the first time at the moment when her Shifu died. Unfortunately She can't summon master's soul.

When a man dies, his soul comes out.

Through the years, gradually thin consciousness, into reincarnation.

But

However, there are those souls who have died in vain and cannot be separated for a long time. Their death is not normal. The souls with grievances will be trapped in some place and cannot be reincarnated.

Ordinary people in Pingcheng wake up in shock, watching their once deceased relatives appear in front of them again. Their thoughts make them forget everything. They have left all the things in their hands and walked towards the soul of their relatives.

However

When they approached, they found that their relatives' faces were still the same, but their bodies were totally different from those in their memories.

Most of the souls who lingered in front of them were cut open, and there was nothing in the empty abdominal cavity. On the familiar face, there was hatred and sadness.

Strong resentment, let the air around, become more and more cold.

The monsoon smoke slightly raised his hand, and his fingertips diffused the true Qi repeatedly, which fell into those souls.

Every glimmer of light, falling into the soul, also makes a little difference to those souls.

The longer the time passed, the more unreal and almost transparent the soul was. However, the soul just died was very thick, and even the flesh and blood of their wounds could be seen clearly.

"Victims of today, please step forward." The sound of monsoon smoke is illusory and ethereal, and it falls into the ears of the people, like a spring pouring into the chest.

Dozens of illusory figures appeared in front of the monsoon smoke through many souls. Those people died miserably. Their souls still remained the same as before. Their abdomen was broken, their viscera were hollowed out, and their limbs were still twisted. It was obvious that they had been tortured to death before they died. They were turned into spirits. They were also ferocious.

People's eyes, with the words of monsoon smoke, fell on the dozens of souls. At a glance, we can see that dozens of souls are the people killed today.