C63

After being awakened by the Uncle Chen's voice, I found myself sitting in the corridor of the hospital with several strands of yellow hair in my hands.

I shook my head, not surprised at all. I knew that the few strands of fur were left behind by the old lady to invite their ancestor named "Qiyou" for me.

But Uncle Chen didn't think that way. He looked at me worriedly and asked: "Ma Que, why are you sleeping on the ground?"

I gently shook my head as I didn't know how to tell him about this. I leisurely stood up and pretended to be relaxed as I chuckled, "I saw that it was cool here, so I wanted to sit for a while but I didn't expect that I would fall asleep."

"Cough, you child." Uncle Chen shook his head repeatedly and patted my shoulder gently, "Why don't you go back and rest for the night? It's been hard on you these past few days."

I tightly clenched those few strands of hair, as I was concerned about the matter of the spirit body. Thus, I didn't refuse, and after chatting with Uncle Chen for a bit, I turned around and returned to the hotel.

By the time I got back to the hotel, the incense I had been burning had already burnt down, and the room was filled with smoke and smoke. But I couldn't care less, so without a second word, I reignited three sticks of incense and placed them in the same place as before, then opened Grandpa's book and started flipping through it.

This nameless book is divided into five categories, which are "Receive, Cry, Kill, Descend, and Invite". Amongst them, the "Invite" character is the most complicated, and according to which subject, they are categorized into "Ghost, God, Spirit, Charm" and many other categories. Each style is different, but luckily, I know that this "Qiyou" is the incarnation of a weasel, and it is quite a good classification, so it should belong to the "Spirit" category.

After studying the category of "spirit" for a while, I sat quietly for a while. When I felt that my condition had been adjusted enough, I stood up once again.

I took out a small cup and placed a few strands of yellow hair that the old lady gave me into the cup. After bowing three times, I picked up the White Bone Writing Brush and said respectfully, "I invite the Huang Family's Qiyou to step onto the ground and travel the mortal world.

"Hu!"

This time there was movement, and as soon as I said it, a breeze blew, soft and long, and suddenly the room was filled with smoke, and the cigarette that had been spilled on the table swirled around my glass of old lady's hair, and it did not go away for a long time.

Although I didn't see any other movements other than this one, I knew that I had used the Spiritual Art the right way as soon as it started. Thus, I wasn't in a hurry as I quietly waited.

The dust swirled around the glass faster and tighter until it was almost completely attached to the glass.

Following this commotion, my heart also rose to my throat. Whether I lose or lose, it all depended on this one move.

This process lasted for almost half a minute. Finally, with a "peng" sound, a string of dark green flames lit up from within the glass. It was almost half a foot tall, giving off an inexplicable feeling.

Even though I kept reminding myself not to be nervous or afraid, beads of sweat still dripped down my forehead, unstoppable.

This half foot tall faint flame danced in the wind, emitting "hu hu" sounds from time to time. It was as though I had fallen into a berserk snake. Although I was afraid, I did not dare move as I could only stare at the flame.

"Soul Painter, why do you have my descendants?" An exceptionally clear and melodious voice that was as clear as a spring spring spring, and as warm as the morning breeze of spring, made me feel a jolt in my heart.

Just from the voice, he knew she was a beauty!

However, although I had thought about it, I did not dare to act rashly in the face of this unknown existence. I could only guess in my heart what kind of face this person would have, being able to make such a beautiful sound. At the same time, I trembled with fear, thinking that just this aura alone was enough to make me feel weak.

"Soul Painter, did you hear my question?" While I was still in a daze, the owner of the voice seemed to be displeased. Although there was a hint of coldness in his tone, it was still pleasant to hear.

However, I didn't dare to tarry any longer and respectfully replied, "I accidentally destroyed your spirit body. The reason I invited you here is because I'm entrusted to it by your younger generation."

When I heard this voice, I felt that the owner of this voice must be a reasonable person. I wanted to tell her that it was a vulgar voice, but after thinking about it, even if I did tell her about it, it wouldn't be of any use. Thus, I could only honestly answer her question.

"It's just a mere slough, there's no need to go overboard." The voice came again, and at the same time, the flames that had been lingering in front of me suddenly increased several fold, almost to the point of burning the ceiling.

I was shocked. I thought, "The heart of a woman, the needle under the sea." Why did this woman's expression change so quickly?

Thus, when I looked up, the flames that had grown several times stronger had dimmed once again. Although they were still swaying, they had vaguely taken the form of a human. From the shape of her body, she was protruding and she was surprisingly a beautiful lady.

However, this time, the body had appeared, but the face was still blurry. It was suffused with a faint green light, as if it had not been kneaded into shape.

I foolishly looked at this strange yet equally pleasing scene. My heart was filled with anticipation. The male hormones that had been dormant for 20 years were on the verge of exploding.

After an unknown amount of time, the faint flames finally completely withdrew and that face finally appeared clearly in front of me.

However, it was also because of this that my boiling male hormones felt like they were drenched in a bucket of liquid nitrogen.

I saw a lady with an elegant figure, dressed in an ancient lotus leaf dress, appear in front of me. This should have been a very beautiful thing.

Unfortunately, when he looked at her face, all these beautiful imaginations vanished into thin air.

How was this a beauty!

She had green, triangular eyes, about the size of a pea, bulging nose that was out of proportion to her face, and a seamed mouth that snaked to the base of her ears. But that was all, and most detestable of all, her face was covered with furry yellow fur.

"Holy shit, isn't that the devil's face with a devilish body?" I couldn't help but silently curse in my heart. I was shocked to the extreme while at the same time, I was extremely disappointed.

"Soul Painter, what are you looking at?" It was still a pleasant sound, but it made me feel nauseous.

I took a deep breath and said with disappointment, "I want to clearly see your face so that I can leave you with the best spiritual body."

"Hehe." A charming laughter sounded out, making my scalp tingle. I didn't know where she found it funny. Thus, I shrank my neck and secretly took a step back.

"As far as I know, Soul Painter doesn't need to be too meticulous in tracing one's soul", Qiyou, who had a devilish body and devilish appearance, restrained her laughter. She paused for a bit and then added, "Soul Painter, what do you think?"

My heart thumped when I heard this. How did she know such a small secret?

It had to be said that Qiyou was right, Soul Painter did not need a meticulous brush technique to draw one's soul. The most important part was the word "draw", it was just a process.

A long time ago, a Soul Painter also invited me. At that time, he was shocked by my appearance ", at this time, Qiyou's footsteps moved lightly, he actually floated down, as though he was stepping on a row of invisible stairs, quietly stood in front of me, and observed me carefully with that strange face of his, and then gently said:" You, too?

I sweated profusely as I listened, thinking to myself that it would be weird if I wasn't. Your suspense is too much.

However, I still stubbornly replied, "No, I was just a little surprised."

Unexpectedly, the moment I said that, Qiyou started laughing strangely again, immediately making me feel like I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I really didn't understand, what exactly was so funny.

Thinking up to this point, I couldn't be bothered anymore. So, with both hands holding onto White Bone Writing Brush, I said to her very formally: "Great Immortal Qiyou, should I create a Dharma Body for you now?"

Actually, it was only after Qiyou's real body came here that I had this thought. Originally, I thought that it should be very simple, but after being disturbed like this, I became a little confused.

Of course, the real mess was my little male hormone, but there was something I couldn't say.

Hearing that, Qiyou's face immediately changed, she stared straight ahead, her pea-like eyes especially terrifying, causing my scalp to go numb, my heart felt weak, and I didn't know what she was thinking about.

But what surprised me was that Qiyou only let out a faint sigh after pondering for a long time. She softly said: "Soul Painter, how about we make a deal?"