C99 (2/2)

”Lingling, don't be afraid! Big Sister is here! ”

My mind was a complete blank. When I met with such a situation, I actually didn't even think about it, and directly charged towards Lingling and the rest.

After walking to the front, I suddenly heard a bunch of voices.

”After the Qing Ming Festival, use the thin willow tree to enter the corpse and use the Yin blood to water it. After seventy-seven to forty-nine days, Fang Cheng will use the method to deal with ghosts!”

The sound didn't seem that loud to me, but for some reason, I heard it very clearly.

Even when Lingling was crying, it did not affect the sound.

I recognized it for a long time... Only then did he understand that this voice … The voice didn't ring in my ears at all.

It sounded in his mind like waves of meditation singing, and also like the sound of drums, resounding and melodious!

What is this... What Is...

I frowned. I knew him, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.

But very quickly, I felt a chill in my heart. This …

This is the content of the Evil Theurgy, and also something that I have never seen before.

If I had seen it, I would definitely be able to recall the voice that rang in my ears.

I have not read this content, but I have a strange feeling, that there is something wrong with the entire Evil Theurgy!

”Stop reciting it!” Stop reciting it! Who are you! ”Who are you!”

I directly stretched out a hand to pull Lingling away, preventing him from following the person in front of me.

At this moment, the white-clothed woman in front of me finally turned around. This extremely familiar face, this … Isn't this what I am!

This is a dream, it must be a dream!

My heart trembled as I gritted my teeth and looked at myself.

”When the Yin Qi is dense, a hundred ghosts shall be born. They shall be bright and clear, leading the way in the fog.

”Ghost energy cannot be produced, spiritual energy cannot be weakened, yang energy cannot be extinguished, the gas ring cannot be weakened, neither can it be born. The mystical splendor of the Dharma is born from concealed spirits …”

I opened my mouth slightly, but my voice echoed in my head.

It was my own voice, but at the moment it seemed to be imposing, so I didn't recognize it...

”Shut up!” Shut up! Just what kind of monster are you!? ”

I shouted, only to find that at some point, my fingers had become even more damaged. Fresh blood kept flowing out from my wounds.

”Sister! Don't write it! Stop writing! It will cause one's cultivation to go berserk! ”

At this time, Lingling, who was in front of me, shouted with tears all over her face.

Stop writing? What do you mean?

What Qigong deviation?

Listening to Lingling's words, I was a little confused. Could it be that the Lingling in front of me, isn't the real Lingling?

What is the me in front of me?

And … Was the current me, really me?

It was as if I had fallen into a wonderful state of mind, and all kinds of voices echoed in my head.

I could clearly hear Lingling's crying voice, and could clearly feel the contents of the Evil Theurgy in front of me.

Could it be that everything I heard at this moment is all because of this book?

I knew that this book was filled with an evil aura, but I didn't expect that it would be able to use this method to force me to read a book …

Scene at this time... Whether it is true or false, I can't even tell whether it is true or false …