Chapter 481: Flying Head
Murong Jinran's eyes widened, and he said excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I heard about it from my classmate. He said he dreamed of Huangquan Road, Ghost Gate, Naihe Bridge and so on. It sounded so real. I thought he was bragging at that time. So did he really sleepwalk to the underworld?"
Jiang Ci said: "Some are just dreaming, and some have souls that leave their bodies after they fall asleep and accidentally enter the underworld through some channel. They are almost the same as the dead souls and are difficult to distinguish. They mix in with the dead souls and enter the underworld. At this time, the underworld officials need to distinguish which are the dead souls and which are the ones who accidentally entered."
"If you encounter a soul that has strayed into the underworld, you must catch it and throw it back to the living world. You must also erase some of its memories, so that the fact of wandering in the underworld at night becomes just a simple dream. In fact, it really happened, but the memory was tampered with."
"Okay, we can use the teleportation to leave Tiegu Mountain." Jiang Ci searched his pockets and found that the yellow talismans he had on him had been used up.
Murong Jinran silently handed over what she had prepared.
“Keep this for now, you can use it when you get home.” Jiang Ci condensed the power at his fingertips and then drew a talisman into the void.
Pale golden runes slowly appeared in the void.
Jiang Ci grabbed Meng Shian with his left hand and Murong Jinran with his right hand and went straight through the teleportation array.
At the same time, the Huo family in Beizhou.
Butler Huo sent Marshal Huo's ghost and body back home as soon as possible. The head of the Huo family also immediately called the most powerful masters of the mystical arts in Beizhou to come, hoping to save his son's life and bring him back to life.
After reading this, the masters shook their heads, saying they were powerless.
The head of the Huo family slammed the table in anger, "You usually rush to curry favor with my Huo family, and now I give you a chance, why are you so useless?"
"If my Huo family hadn't protected you, would you have been able to do so well in Beizhou?"
"Now I just want you to help my son come back to life, and you can't even do that?"
The masters of the mystics simply have a hard time expressing their grievances.
"If you can't save my son, forget about staying in Beizhou." The head of the Huo family said expressionlessly.
A Xuan Master hesitated and stammered, "Master Huo, it's not that we don't want to save your son, but he is really dead and his body is separated. In this case, unless an evil master comes, we, the righteous Xuan Masters, really can't do it!"
When the head of the Huo family heard that the evil master could save his son, he immediately waved his hand and sent someone to find the evil master.
"Master, this Uncle Tai is a well-known sorcerer. I heard that he has mastered the art of flying head sorcery to perfection. I think the young master is already... maybe Uncle Tai can save the young master." Butler Huo came in with a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, dark skin, and who looked very dirty.
The head of the Huo family narrowed his eyes slightly, questioning: "Old man?"
She doesn't look even older than him.
"I am 113 years old this year." Uncle Tai sat down on the chair casually, looking extremely calm and composed.
The Huo family head was shocked. "113 years old?! He looks only in his forties. Uncle Tai is really a strange man!"
He looks sloppy, but his skin is plump and not at all like that of an elderly person.
"Uncle Tai, do you have a way to save my son? As long as I can do it, you can ask for any conditions!"
"I was injured in my early years, and I only have this one child in this life. Uncle Tai, you must save my son!"
Uncle Tai said calmly: "On the way here, I heard from the housekeeper that your son has been dead for half a day, all the blood in his body has been drained, and his body has been separated..."
"Yes, yes, yes, my son was killed by an evil spirit. He was just a child. He died such a tragic death." The head of the Huo family gnashed his teeth in hatred.
Uncle Tai: "Bring your son's body up here so I can take a look at it first."
Huo Shuai's body was quickly carried to the living room.
Uncle Tai picked up Huo Shuai's head without any hesitation and checked it, then checked the wound on his neck.
"He's a good candidate. Where's his soul?"
The Huo family master took out the small gourd distressedly and said, "My son is inside."
Uncle Tai took the small gourd and shook it, "Do you want to be my apprentice?"
As soon as these words came out, the Huo family head's face changed, "Be your apprentice?!"
He looked Uncle Tai up and down.
Uncle Tai is so sloppy that people would believe he is a homeless person.
If he wanted his son to become like this, he really had to think about it.
Huo Shuai's weak voice came from the gourd, "I want... revenge!"
Uncle Tai raised his eyebrows: "I heard that you were killed innocently by a ghost, and died so tragically. All the blood in your body was drained out, and your head was hung on the beam. The people who were hired to protect you were sleeping next to your body. When they found out that you were killed, they didn't seek justice for you, but instead said that you deserved it."
The head of the Huo family frowned, "Uncle Tai, what are you doing?"
His son died tragically enough, and this dirty old man is just digging up his son's scars.
Uncle Tai made a shushing gesture to him and continued, "Tsk, tsk, you are so unlucky to die so miserably just because of a pee."
Huo Shuai was suddenly deeply stimulated, and the gourd made a violent buzzing sound, as if it was about to crack.
Feeling his surging resentment, Uncle Tai's smile deepened and he continued to provoke him: "You died so tragically, while the monk who protected you lived freely and comfortably. Tsk~ You died so tragically at such a young age, and you died without even touching the hand of the girl you liked..."
Bang!
As soon as these words were spoken, Huo Shuai's resentment exploded and burst the magic gourd.
Huo Shuai was floating in the void, full of resentment, and there was a red line connecting the neck and head of his soul.
He roared fiercely: "I will kill them, kill them!!!"
Uncle Tai was even more satisfied when he saw this, "Not bad, not bad, it is indeed a good seedling."
The head of the Huo family asked, "Uncle Tai, are you going to take my son as your apprentice? Will he survive if he becomes your apprentice?"
"Not only can you survive, you can also live forever like me." Uncle Tai asked Huo Shuai: "Are you willing to take me as your master?"
Huo Shuai: "Can I take revenge if I take you as my master?"
Uncle Tai laughed loudly: "As long as you can master the flying head technique, you can do anything, not to mention revenge."
"Killing a few people is even easier."
Huo Shuai said with hatred: "Okay, I will take you as my master. As long as you can help me get revenge, I will do anything!"
Uncle Tai didn't rush to agree to his request, but turned to the Huo family leader and said, "Would you like to chat in private for a while?"
The head of the Huo family had no idea what he was up to, so he took him to the inner room for a secret talk.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Tai’s first words shocked the head of the Huo family.
"It's fine if they suck blood, but you also want me to prepare eighty-one pregnant women?!"
Uncle Tai said calmly: "That's right. If your son wants to practice the real flying head magic, he has to suck the fetuses from the bellies of eighty-one pregnant women."
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