C108

I remember that in the book my grandfather gave me, I described a kind of pattern. Of course, that was just a description. Although it still belonged to one of the five major categories, it was not the same as the other patterns. In other words, it was a little similar to the picture, but it was also completely different from the picture.

This was because the painting was an image of the deceased's soul that had dispersed into the world, and this kind of image was similar to a prison!

This pattern was called the "Soul Search Method"!

What is a 'spectrum'?

This was a little interesting to talk about, but anyone with great abilities had a very strange hobby. For example, Taoist Ji Xiaofan liked to eat "sex" and eat meat, the emperor of the Righteous Germany of the Ming Dynasty liked to open a shop when he became emperor, and even Churchill of the United Kingdom liked to be naked in his office.

He thought that since he had the ability, he had to do a lot of things to kill demons and exterminate devils, and if he didn't want to leave a memory, he had to do it immediately. Thus, he sealed the souls of those great evildoers and evildoers into a diagram and even took out a well-known name: Soulsearch Art!

Those who fall into the eyes of my Ma Family Ancestors, all have their souls captured. When my Ma Family Ancestors came to the mountain, there were actually a total of one hundred and eight souls restrained on the Soul Searching Method.

However, the location described by the Soul Searching Method was a little strange. It was actually on Soul Painter's own body.

Of course, there was also a reason for this.

The human skin was the best soul container in the world. Only by sealing it on himself could he guarantee that the Soul Searching Method would not be lost, damaged, and easily carried around. It was truly marvelous.

Although I do reject this idea, but in order to deal with Imagawa Jiro, who is extremely cunning and evil, I can't do anything about it.

As I thought to this point, I took a deep breath, knelt respectfully towards the three pillars of green incense, and kowtowed three times, then said in a clear voice: "The Ma Family unfilial descendant Ma Que, today met with treachery, although I was lucky enough to suppress it, but

After saying that, I kowtowed three more times, closed my eyes, looked at my nose, looked at my heart, and waited quietly.

A gust of wind blew past, circling above my head for a long time, before finally condensing in front of Qingxiang. I didn't know if it was my imagination, but it was as if I saw a kind-looking old man dressed in humble clothes standing there, stroking his beard as he nodded to me.

I didn't expect that my Ma Family ancestor would actually reveal his skills. Aside from respecting my ancestor, I also showed a bit of smugness at the same time, thinking that just by using this move, I might have already surpassed my grandfather.

It is a pity that my boasting did not continue for long before that gust of wind suddenly started to revolve around the green incense at a high speed. And with this high speed rotation, the green incense started to burn at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"F * ck!" I exclaimed to myself as I watched the last remaining incense suddenly float up with a "bang". Under the influence of that gust of wind, it was like a bullet that had eyes. It flew towards my chest like a bolt of lightning.

Pain!

It was a heart-wrenching pain!

This was the only feeling I had at that time. It made me instantly recall the scene of a Buddhist sect being forbade from burning their scalp. It was just that the monk's scalp was being burned while my chest was being burned.

The smell of burnt flesh resembling roasted pig's feet spread through my body. My entire body was trembling as I lowered my head to look at the fragrant ashes that faintly flickered on my body like maggots attached to bones. I didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

I didn't dare to move, because I knew it was the will of my ancestor, and even my grandfather was like a three year old little kid in front of him, so how could I dare to act impudently? Furthermore, even if I wanted to eat this meal, I would still have to rely on my ancestor's protection.

After an unknown amount of time, the joss stick close to my chest started to burn out. I looked down and saw a bubble the size of a soybeans burning.

I grinned and let go of my teeth, which were sore from overexerting myself. I thought that if I had known earlier that the Soulsearch Method would be so painful, I would have tried a different method.

However, I know that this is not the time to grumble, so I propped myself up, took off my clothes that were already drenched in sweat, ignited three more pillars of green fragrance, picked up a piece of white paper, and after a few ceremonial movements, picked up the soul pen once again, touching the end of the bone pen with my finger, gently pressing it against the paper with Imagawa Jiro's hair. At the same time, I slowly read: "Everything has a spirit, there is sex, flesh as a sacrifice, the bone brush as a guide, the white paper as a lock, the white paper as a lock, the white paper as a prison, Imagawa Jiro's soul, quickly return to his position!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hair, which was tightly wrapped in yellow paper, was slowly lifted up into the air as if it was being held by a pair of invisible hands.

However, I was used to it, so I still held the White Bone Writing Brush in my hand, quietly watching the scene unfold, waiting for the paper package with Imagawa Jiro's hair to slowly burn to exhaustion before feeling a pain in my fingers, the White Bone Writing Brush in my hand trembled, and under the slowly rising smoke, the terrified image of Imagawa Jiro appeared on the paper.

But, I know that this is not the end. When this portrait has been completely formed, I cupped this portrait with both hands again and placed it flat before my chest.

And also at this time, the portrait in my hand suddenly exploded with a bang, and Imagawa Jiro's figure appeared in front of me like an illusion after being covered in paper fragments. However, he seemed to have gained consciousness, his body was actually twisting and struggling non-stop.

However, I was too lazy to care about that. I straightened my waist and took the initiative to move towards the area on my chest where the incense was burning.

Imagawa Jiro's soul was just like Qiyou's, instantly shrinking to the size of a yellow bean. My chest turned cold, and he completely disappeared from my sight.

Furthermore, what surprised me the most was that after Imagawa Jiro's soul was sealed, the burning sensation on my chest immediately calmed down, and only a faint red mark remained.

Although it feels weird, as long as this Imagawa Jiro's soul is here, it doesn't matter if he goes to Japan.

When I saw Qiyou, who was curled up into a ball and still asleep, my heart couldn't help but burst with tender affection. I hummed a little tune and went over to gently stroke his little head, looked at the time, and saw that it was still early. I picked him up, gently put him in a big pocket that I had specially prepared for him, and shakily walked out of the door.

Now that the Public Security Bureau's ban has been lifted, the case that Director-general Zhang forcefully sent down has been solved.

Thinking about the day when Lanlan and I climbed trees together to touch the birds, I couldn't help but feel a burning passion in my heart.

However, at this time, Captain Hu's phone call came in. She seemed very anxious, and the moment the call connected, she asked me where I was.

I was surprised and asked him what was the matter.

Captain Hu gasped for breath before he spoke to me. However, the moment he opened his mouth, I was immediately amused.

It turns out that Captain Hu wanted to tell me that Imagawa Jiro had died. More accurately, he wanted to stay in a half-dead state, with his body's functions intact, but he didn't lose all consciousness.

"Isn't that the intermittent disappearance of vital signs?" I learned how to sell them as soon as I opened my mouth, that was how the doctors described Lanlan's situation.

"What?" Captain Hu was startled, then immediately said: "Aiyo, my brother, I'm worried to death about this matter, stop joking around."

Hearing that, I laughed, and retracted my smile. Imagawa Jiro's situation is obviously caused by my soul being captured, how can he still have any consciousness?

After all, this human body was like a car. Without a driver, what the hell would he do!?

I didn't really care about this, so I replied to Captain Hu in an extremely relaxed manner. Captain Hu continued, "I was the one who shot him, and he's Japanese too. If he really dies, then I'll be in big trouble!"

I was shocked. If it wasn't for Captain Hu, I really wouldn't have thought that this guy was a foreigner.

I came back to my senses and asked Captain Hu what to do.

Captain Hu looked as if he was about to go to his room. He kept sighing and asking me where I was. It was only then that I told him where I was. Captain Hu hung up the phone and came over after a short while, looking like he was on fire.

Seeing him act this way, I was actually unhappy. I thought to myself, 'When that guy killed so many innocent people, he didn't seem to be in such a hurry. Why are you so anxious now that the culprit has gone awry?'

Captain Hu told me that it was not that he was anxious, but that he was anxious to investigate the matter.

"How are we going to investigate? We're going to interrogate the King of Hell." I rolled my eyes and replied snappily. I thought to myself, "So many civilians died and I didn't see the Emperor in such a hurry. Why are we in such a rush now that a Japanese is dead?"

Seeing my attitude, Captain Hu's eyes turned red. She spoke for a long time before I understood what was going on.

Originally, as a Japanese, although Imagawa Jiro was sure that he was the culprit, the Japanese consular authorities did not think so. They said that Imagawa Jiro did not confess, and that the police did not give any direct evidence to prove that he was the culprit.