Chapter 157: The wish you made cannot be changed Hu
Xinting's face was slightly stiff. When she thought of the backlash caused by the forced summoning of the soul last night, she was so scared that she trembled all over.
The feeling of life slipping away was too real, and she didn't want to experience it again.
"Can't we just let the ghost servant go? Master, I really can't do it anymore. I'm scared."
The man turned his head and looked at him dimly.
The candlelight shone on his pale face, coating it with a layer of warm color. Hu Xinting couldn't help but be deeply immersed in this beauty.
"Why, don't you like him so much that you are willing to exchange your life for him? It was your strong obsession that summoned me here."
Hu Xinting felt a little guilty, but when she saw that face, she felt her heart pounding.
"I, I don't like Yang Juntong now! He is not as perfect as the people say on the Internet. The raw photos I took have a lot of problems, such as powdery, acne, eye bags, etc. I am exhausted just by retouching them."
The more Hu Xinting talked, the more she felt that she was blind before. "His appearance is not good either. He is not as graceful as you, Master. If I want to like someone, I should like someone like you."
She bravely said her true thoughts, thinking that it was not my fault for climbing the wall, after all, Master is really perfect.
He was dressed in white clothes, like a gentleman who walked out of a book.
The key is that he dotes on her very much, and the look in his eyes when he looks at her is so gentle that it makes people intoxicated.
In this case, why does she want to hold on to Yang Juntong's soul?
She first became a fan of Yang Juntong because of his looks. At that time, Yang Juntong was not very popular. She spent money to vote, collect data, track schedules, and was very good in all aspects, and soon became a big fan.
With more opportunities to contact Yang Juntong, even in the gaps between announcements, Yang Juntong would take the initiative to greet her and chat.
Many of her suggestions were listened to by the other party. For example, once she suggested that the other party wear clothes from a certain brand, and a few days later on the red carpet, Yang Juntong really wore clothes from that brand.
She has always been proud of such preferential treatment and felt that she was special in Yang Juntong's eyes.
But as Yang Juntong became more and more popular and the number of fans in the fan club increased, she found that her words were gradually ineffective.
Her stalking and secretly photographing out of concern were also accused by other fans of being a sasaeng fan.
She also found that Yang Juntong smiled tenderly and dotingly at other fans, and allowed others to approach her in the name of love.
Even many times, he did not accept her suggestions, but accepted those of popular people.
He was not interested in her, he was just flattering his fans!
She was not special in his eyes, how could this be possible?
She made a wish, willing to use her life as the price, in exchange for Yang Juntong to be with her, and then the master came to her side. He
was more beautiful, more well-mannered, and even asked for whatever she wanted. He was gentle and patient, and sometimes a little strong.
It was difficult for her not to climb the wall.
The man raised his finger and pressed it to his lips, smiling, "A wish you made cannot be changed."
Hu Xinting felt very uneasy. She wanted to act coquettishly, but her body walked uncontrollably to the middle of the formation and picked up the soul-calling bell and the soul-collecting bottle.
"Master, I will die, I will really die!" She widened her eyes in fear.
"Then you can just die." The man said the most vicious words in the softest tone.
There was still a smile on the corner of his lips, and the arc was just right, but how could the expression in his eyes be gentle? It was clearly cold and weird!
Hu Xinting seemed to wake up suddenly. How could the wish she made in such a strange place bring her good things?
She was so scared that she suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Master, don't you like my eyes?"
A bone-chilling hand pressed on her shoulder.
Hu Xinting's face was covered with tears. She regretted that she shouldn't have been obsessed with chasing stars to the point of madness.
"Please save me..." Hu Xinting begged.
"Why are you crying again? These eyes don't look good when you cry." The man sighed.
Hu Xinting's heart ignited with hope, but the next second, the bone-chilling hand moved to her neck and broke her neck with a click.
The corpse opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief. No matter what, he never thought that he would do something to him.
The man took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers, saying in a gentle tone, "Silly girl, how could I like your eyes? They are so ugly and so dirty."
He seemed to recall a long-lost memory, with a nostalgic look on his face. After thinking for a while, he used the words he had recently learned to say, "Don't even mention being a substitute. You are not even a meal replacement."
He stretched out a finger and hooked it. Miraculously, the silent corpse suddenly climbed up stiffly, and there was no white in its eyes.
After death, Hu Xinting was quickly refined into a ferocious monster.
"Go on, the ghost servants are hungry." The man sat back on the single sofa and instructed gently.
Hu Xinting maintained the strange posture of a broken neck, picked up the soul-collecting bottle and the soul-summoning bell, and began to summon souls.
A gloomy wind blew in the house, and the black air gradually gathered, and soon it was so thick that it seemed to drip water.
The tinkling sound of the bells seemed to come from the Styx, and could capture a person's three souls and seven spirits.
It is said that after hearing this kind of bell sound, the soul will completely lose its way home.
The man supported his head with one hand and said with a smile: "Look, you are almost there."
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Everyone in the villa heard the strange bell sound.
The bell sound was ethereal, and no one knew where it came from, which made people concentrate and listen carefully.
Most of the people present were Taoists, and they quickly realized that something was wrong.
"There is something strange about this bell sound!" Taoist Priest Xuanmiao felt that his soul was uneasy, and he hurriedly chanted the spell, "Quickly concentrate and calm your mind, embrace the Yuan and guard the One!"
Everyone knelt on the spot and silently chanted the Qingxin Mantra, struggling to resist.
He Wangyao was well versed in all the tricks of life-saving. When he found something was wrong, he tightly grasped the amulet and chanted the Heart Purification Mantra frantically. He was actually in the best condition among the crowd.
This way, a hole was broken in the magic circle. In the darkness, a sturdy figure appeared heavily at the edge of the terrace and was about to climb up.
Ming Zhuo finally pushed the seal with both hands and pressed it roughly into Yang Juntong's spirit table. He looked up at the black shadow and said lightly, "You are late, and the feast is gone."
The black shadow was stunned for a moment, and it seemed a little disappointed on its face. But after a moment, it opened its mouth, and its voice was strange and hoarse: "No, it doesn't matter. The master said that the first time is new, the second time is familiar.
It's okay, pull it out again."