Chapter 384: Calling the Soul, the Last Person I Saw Was My Enemy
"What on earth is going on?" Wang Fang was terrified.
"Have you heard of the three deaths when picking up the Yang Soul? These are the three major taboos, you may not know!"
Meng Fuling calmly explained to them: "First, seeing a person will cause death, second, seeing a sound will cause death, and third, seeing light will cause death!"
"What do you mean?" Neither of them quite understood these three taboos.
"The first is that when you pick up the Yang Soul, you will die if you see a person. Death by sound means you can't hear any movement, and death by light means you can't see any light."
"Your husband suddenly appeared in the living room, which just happened to satisfy these three taboos. So your grandmother failed to collect the Yang Soul and died on the spot."
Sure enough, the grandmother lying on the ground at this time looked haggard and her eyes bulged out, which was very scary.
Only dead people would have such a face, and Qiao Rui's appearance caused the person to die.
"Even so, why did my husband become like this?" Wang Fang still didn't understand.
"Because your grandmother died, the last person she saw was Qiao Rui, so she would think that he was the one who killed her."
"She turned into a ghost and wanted to seek revenge. Didn't you feel anything strange at night?"
At this point, Wang Fang's face turned pale and she nodded continuously: "Yes, it is indeed very strange!"
Then she clicked on another video and said, "Look, my husband's back became very strange."
The very next day after the old lady died, Qiao Rui was seen coming out of the room alone in the middle of the night.
He walked with a light step and a dull look in his eyes as he stared ahead.
Then a man came to the balcony of the villa, stretched out his hand and wanted to jump from the second floor.
Fortunately, Wang Fang woke up at that time and saw his strange behavior, so she followed him and grabbed him from behind, thus preventing a tragedy.
Meng Fuling pinched her fingers again and pointed at the screen: "Look what's outside this window?"
Outside the reflective glass window, a pale face was staring at him.
The blood-red eyes were filled with hatred, as if they wanted to bite him to death in the next second.
"Ah!" Wang Fang covered her mouth, not daring to breathe: "This, this is grandma?"
That’s right! This is the ghost of my deceased grandmother, emitting a murderous aura.
Every night she came back to seek revenge on Qiao Rui, and for three consecutive days she called his soul out of his body.
If Wang Fang hadn't pulled him back, Qiao Rui would have died long ago.
Fans in the live broadcast room were extremely excited as the plot was full of twists and turns.
[Fuck, this is real or fake, so this is called picking up the Yang soul, and you can actually continue to live after you die.]
[This action and this mental state are very similar to my great-grandmother who has Parkinson's disease and stays awake in the middle of the night.]
[Haha, then you better be careful. Next time she does this, don't get close to her. What if she's trying to pick up your Yang Soul?]
[This was originally a life of stealing and lingering, so why are you blaming your grandson for your death?]
[It's not easy to be a grandson these days. If you're not careful, your grandma might steal your soul away!]
Meng Fuling looked at the bustling live broadcast room, but Qiao Rui's situation was not optimistic at the moment.
"His soul has been taken away for three consecutive days. If his soul leaves his body again tonight, it will be troublesome."
If a living person's soul leaves the body for too long, it is very likely that it will never return, not to mention that this old woman wants revenge.
"What should we do?" Wang Fang pulled her and asked for help: "Master, you must help us."
"Well, I'll stay here tonight!" Meng Fuling gave Wen Xiaoli a look.
You have to wait until twelve o'clock at night before the ghost that calls your soul will come to claim your life.
Before that, she had to set up a formation. To be absolutely sure, no one had to leave the room.
By evening, the soul-gathering bell and magic circle were ready.
In order to avoid being discovered by the evil spirit, the three of them left the room.
Then we installed surveillance cameras in the house so that we can see everything inside at any time.
The three of them now came to the room opposite, waiting for time to pass.
When it was just twelve o'clock in the evening, the surveillance video suddenly flickered.
Wang Fang clenched her hands nervously and kept watching the changes on the screen.
Sure enough, the white shadow appeared outside the window again.
"Yes, it's grandma's soul!" She recognized the reflected ghost figure and felt a chill all over her body.
She’s here! Meng Fuling looked at the screen with cold eyes.
But the ghost seemed unable to come in, and just opened its mouth and shouted outside.
"Jory, Jory, Jory!"
She called out three times in a row, and finally Qiao Rui, who was lying motionless on the bed, suddenly trembled.
Then he opened his eyes, his empty eyes staring at the ceiling.
Then he sat up from the bed, turned around and walked down from the bed.
"Come out!" Grandma standing outside shouted again.
So Qiao Rui bumped his head against the window, and because the window couldn't be opened, he kept moving his feet.
He walked towards the door while banging his head against the wall, looking straight ahead unconsciously the whole time.
Just as he reached the door, a powerful force suddenly hit him and knocked him back.
This is the magic circle created by Meng Fuling, and the soul-gathering bell makes a ding-dong sound.
Because of this formation, no matter how many times he got up from the ground, he couldn't leave the room.
Finally, the grandma outside couldn't stand it anymore, and this time she actually opened the window and came into the house.
What is this? She actually came in!
"Oh, what should I do?" Wang Fang stood up immediately.
"Come with me!" A frightening smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and her scarlet eyes looked straight at him.
Qiao Rui seemed to understand and actually followed her towards the window.
He turned around and climbed up to the window, preparing to jump out of the second-floor window.
[Oh my god, this ghost can't get in? How can she even climb through the window?]
[Is it true that an old lady in her eighties can do this? After she dies, she can do what she couldn't do before?]
[Wake up, that's your grandson, are you really going to take him away?]
[It's too late, hurry up and save him! If he falls from the second floor, he'll at least break his arms and legs!]
"No, isn't that the point? Now I just want to know if I'm going to die after calling back the soul this time."
Without paying attention to the complaints from fans in the live broadcast room, Meng Fuling stood up and rushed into the house, raised her hand and pulled him back from the window.
"Return your soul!" She made a gesture and placed it on his forehead.
Power was injected into his body, fixing the soul that was about to escape in his body.
"What are you doing!" Grandma saw that she was furious and stared at her fiercely.
"You were already dead, yet you still dream of taking away the soul of a living person!"
Meng Fuling didn't want to give in to her. She quickly formed seals with her hands and said, "Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving!"
The pentagram formation appeared and the gate of hell opened instantly.
The fire of hell is burning, and those who should go to hell should not live in the world.
"Ah!" she screamed, and seemed to regain consciousness.
She opened her eyes wide with horror and looked at Qiao Rui who was lying on the ground: "What have I done?"
Qiao Rui had already opened his eyes at this time and was looking at his grandmother who was about to be dragged into hell.
"Grandma, what's going on?" He came over excitedly and wanted to pull the person back.
Wang Fang and Wen Xiaoli immediately stopped him: "You can't go over there, she's already dead and she wants to take your soul away."
Qiao Rui couldn't remember anything. He only remembered that he called his grandmother and then she died.
He always felt that it was his fault. If he had not stepped forward, perhaps his grandmother would still be alive.
"You're overthinking it. She died a week ago. She's still here, just because she's still attached to the world."
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