Chapter 523： Five more souls 1

The pony asked: "What is urgent?"

Didn't wait for Ye Shaoyang to open his mouth, and suddenly there was a string of sounds behind him.

Ye Shaoyang’s heart is tight, what? Looking back, at the highest point of the two mountains, wearing a phoenix crown, wearing a red blouse, holding a dragonfly in his hand, sitting on a rock, focused on the bomb.

The distance is too far to see the woman's face, but Ye Shaoyang immediately judges that this woman is not Xue Qi, not only wearing different, but temperament, Xue Qi's temperament is very demon, but glamorous, this woman gives the impression It is strange, this feeling can not be said, even a little scary.

Is it... is the ghost girl's picking fairy? She is holding a donkey, what is the trick to play?

The woman slammed her mouth and sighed in her mouth. She sang to her voice: "One more sigh, the troubles in my heart..."

The sound is clear, and it is repeated in the valley. There are countless echoes. It is far and near, and it is clear and clear. With the singing, there are layers of grievances, like black clouds spreading from all around.

Ye Shaoyang suddenly screamed and said: "Not good, it is a ghost magic! Go quickly!"

The result turned around and found that the grievances had been encircled, encircling them heavily, as if they were in the black fog, black and white, and nothing could be seen.

Xiaoma just turned and ran, and was pulled by Ye Shaoyang. "Don't run, the yin is already formed. You should sit down and protect your heart, or you will die!"

The pony looked at him with amazement. "Keep your mind, what should you do?"

"Close your eyes, don't think about anything, don't be confused by outside phenomena and sounds!"

Between the words, resentment has spread to them with singing and melody.

Ye Shaoyang flew to Ye Xiaomeng, grabbed the jade dust mites from his hands, and dipped his own saliva. He said in his mouth: "The world is boundless, close my heart, not dangerous, resentful and angry, urgency. Like a law!"

When the palm of the hand trembled, the jade dust mites were thrown out, and the dust was opened in the air, like a giant umbrella, falling down, just covering the body of Ye Xiaomeng, and the silky dust emitted golden soft light against the grievances.

Ye Shaoyang's pony is about to be swallowed up by grievances and throws his backpack to him. "I feel the seal and hold it in my arms. It can help you to meditate, but the key is to look at yourself, remember not to be confused!"

After that, he sat down behind them, letting his grievances annihilate, and his eyes were dark, and he could only see a woman who was graceful and enchanting, holding her arms and singing herself:

"Listen to the beginning, the drum is knocking, the heart is annoyed... I want to open the night banquet, how luxurious the prince. Into the lamb, smashing the wine, singing the noise. Now in the lonely Liaodian shop, I have to be drunk in the village. Concentration, how can you sweep the intestines?"

A grievance, and singing, such as a knife, punctured on the three eardrums, screaming in the mind, only feel dizzy.

The pony was shocked: "What is this messy? What does the lyrics mean?"

Ye Shaoyang heard the song, and his heart was also very incomparable. This ghostly sound sings is actually the "five more broken souls". You must know that only the masters who have become successful can play these five more souls!

The five more singers from the singer to the fifth, need huge grievances to cooperate with them, in order to use the sound to enter the magic, to play the power of confusing people, the general ghost of the repair, it is enough to play two.

"Second is more cool, and the weather is cloudy and wet."

The female ghost continued to sing: "The second time, the exhibition turned, the dream is difficult. I want to be at the beginning, sleep on the gums, beautiful silk crepe. Now the reed is a scorpion, the soil is a pit, the wind is cold. The wall is cold and cold, shallow Nightingale. Poor and full of pillows, and re-starting around the house..."

Speak into the ear and stimulate your heart. On the occasion of the resounding of the song, the jade dust smear covering Ye Xiaomeng swayed violently, and the bang banged back and forth. Ye Xiaomeng felt that his mind was getting higher and higher, the whole person whirls and then flies up, along with the rhythm of singing. Flying in a void, and constantly swaying through the streets, they are dressed in costumes, like a movie, composed of several clips, alternating play.

The pony is also empathetic, holding the shackles tightly in both hands, clenching his teeth and saying: "Small leaves, what the situation is, how the eyes are ancient people."

Ye Shaoyang sat cross-legged, and the second ghosts still couldn't hurt him. He stopped singing and said:

"The fifth remnant of the soul, when Wei Zhongxian was desolate, a scholar sang to him at the hotel where he stayed. From one to five, Wei Zhongxian felt his own experience, despaired, and hanged, Resentment does not scatter, enter the song. These five more soul-breaking songs were later sung in the underworld, and were learned by the ghosts, becoming the most terrible ghost technique in the ghosts."

As soon as the pony listened, he wondered: "I have never been an official. The words she sang have anything to do with me!"

Ye Shaoyang angered: "You haven't been an official in this life. How do you know that you have never been in your life? You can guarantee that you have to eat for thousands of years? This lyrics penetrates this life and points to your reincarnation for thousands of years. The deepest desires in the soul, this is the most terrible place!"

"Put this life, pointing to the reincarnation... It sounds so good," Pony muttered. "You can hurry to find a way!"

Ye Shaoyang glanced at the figure of the impeachment in the darkness. He said: "Now the grievances are round and close, and it is impossible to go out. It is easy to confuse the mind. Just stay here. I have to see if she can sing to five. You must hold on!"

"Shaoyang brother," Ye Xiaomeng said at this time that he had a difficult time to talk. "You go to deal with the female ghost, and at the end of the day, will you pay for it?"

Ye Shaoyang sighed: "I also think, I am in the past, time is too late, I have not yet reached the point that you are dead. Let's stand up, wait for her to sing."

Xiaomadao: "We can still hold on now, you go!"

Ye Shaoyang turned his eyes and said: "You can't hold it right away."

The voice did not fall, the songs reappeared there, and the three people suddenly felt a bit of a strong pressure. They stopped talking, closed their eyes, tried not to listen to the song, but the song was still in the grievances. Drill into your own mind: "Three more drifting nights, where is life without roots? In the night, the drums are more than three. The dream is made, and it is shocking, infinitely sorrowful. In the DPRK, who is disrespectful? Jiuqing called the younger generation, and the prime minister is a private prostitute. Now the time is going to decline, and it’s like falling grass...”

With these lyrics, I sang for ten minutes to stop. Ye Shaoyang read the meditation charm, listened to the lyrics, wiped the sweat, took a deep breath, and looked towards Ye Xiaomeng and Xiaoma.