Chapter 258

The black light from Lao Ye's house was sent by the ghost howling hermit. When the ghost howling hermit successfully used the soul summoning technique to summon Ye Zixing's soul back to his body, everything that ye Xingxing encountered in the Longxing mountains became clear.

Ye Zixing slowly opened his eyes, and his pupils were full of hate. Seeing his grandfather coming with a calm face, he first glanced at the ghost howling hermit who was responsible for summoning souls.

Ye Shutian knew Ye Zixing's meaning at once. He politely hugged the hermit and shouted at the ghost: "hard work, brother ghost. I'm tired of using my magic just now. Please go to the house and have a rest. I've prepared my favorite things for brother ghost."

The ghost howling hermit is also a slippery old ghost. Knowing that ye Shutian and ye Zixing have something to say, it's inconvenient for them to be nearby, he took the opportunity to say: "brother Ye is really polite. OK, it's good to have a rest. But pay attention to the time. There can only be half an hour and an hour."

Ye Shutian nodded, waved and called. Lord Wu led the ghost howling hermit away. Ye Shutian turned his head and looked at Ye Zixing, who was dead all over. He couldn't help sighing: "star, tell me, what's going on?"

Ye Shutian really likes his grandson, especially Ye Zixing, who is so gloomy and intelligent. He is very much like him, but now there is a gap between yin and Yang.

"Grandpa, grandson is unfilial and can't be filial in front of Grandpa!" Ye Zixing wanted to kneel down, but his lower body cut by the waist didn't listen.

"You're already like this. What kind of courtesy in the world do you pay attention to? Tell me before and after you were killed."

Ye Zixing told the story of meeting Zhou Yi and Muxian in Longxing mountains. "I don't know who the bitch who killed me is, but judging from the relationship between her and Zhang Ze, she must have a big relationship with old man mu. She may be mu Yuntian's baby daughter, Mu Xianxian."

"You're right. Mu Xian showed up in the battle of Funiu mountain last time. It's said that she has some skills. You may not be her opponent."

Although ye Shutian was surprised at the death process of Ye Zixing, at least he had guessed before and was not surprised. He cares more about another thing.

"Where is the key to that place in the Longxing mountains? Was it taken away by the skillful young boy you said?"

"Yes, for that young man, he also keeps a spider, which is very powerful. The reason why his grandson was killed easily is that he has a direct relationship with that young man." Ye Zixing said bitterly, biting his teeth. For him, Zhou Yi and Mu Xianxian are both murderers.

"You mean, the boy controls the key? Can he control the array?"

"Yes, that boy did."

Ye Shutian is in a very bad mood. As the owner of the Ye family, of course, he knows what's in the Longxing mountains. Although he has always thought whether those things can be used, the words in the ancestral instructions are very serious. It's not too much to call it the dragon vein of the Ye family. Now the key to get in and out of the dragon vein has been taken away by irrelevant young people. Does it mean that the Ye family will die?

"Do you know the name and origin of the boy? Is there a teacher? It has something to do with old man mu?"

Ye Zixing's answer to ye Shutian's series of questions is a simple shake of his head. After questioning for a few words, ye Shutian just found out that Mu Xian was the murderer. It can only be like a mystery to Zhou Yi, and the array in Zhou Yi's hand is a vital thing.

Ye Shutian is willing to pay a lot of money to invite the ghost howling hermit, the elder of the foundation period of the baigui Shenzong, to summon the soul of his grandson Ye Zixing. The real reason is the array diagram of the four-way eight lock array. Without the array diagram, ye Shutian can't go into the array.

After listening to Ye Zixing's narration, ye Shutian was even more surprised. At that time, there had already been someone in the array of Longxing mountains, that is, the mysterious boy. Who the hell is this boy? Why and how? Now these questions make ye Shutian very worried. However, ye Shutian has been in charge of a generation of family and high weight for so many years. Ye Shutian can find the simplest way, that is to find Zhou Yi, find the key array and kill the mysterious boy.

After the dispute is settled, ye Shutian sends someone to find the ghost howling hermit again. When the ghost howling hermit returns to the scene, ye Shutian asks the ghost howling hermit to cast a spell again to find the young master mentioned by Ye Zixing.

After simply listening to ye Shutian and ye Zixing, the ghost howling hermit thought and said, "it's not very difficult, just use your grandson's soul. Just..."

"Old devil, tell me what else you want to say. Just say it."

"I do have a good treasure. With this treasure, I should be able to find the young man you said. Frankly speaking, I need the media. Of course, this media is to refine the soul of the man who has a deep memory of the young man, and then I can find the young man."

"Then don't hesitate. Just cast the spell directly."

"Only in this way, your grandson is scared, and there is no possibility of reincarnation."

The two people didn't avoid Ye Zixing, so ye Zixing listened carefully.

Ye Zixing looked at the ghost howling hermit's eyes. He couldn't help feeling bad. In his opinion, since he can drag himself out of the dark world, there should be a way to renew his life. However, looking at the meaning of the performer of this soul summoning spell, it seems that he can't even protect his own soul, so the hope of complete rebirth is dashed.

People are afraid of death and greedy for life, even ye Zixing, who has died once.

Now that he is about to become an abandoned son, ye Zixing is unwilling even if he returns to his soul for only one hour.

"Grandpa, I don't want to die. The nether world is too terrible. I don't want to go back!!" Ye Zixing hugged ye Shutian's thigh and cried.

Ye Shutian felt bored and looked coldly at his favorite grandson. His nature is thin and cool. He once killed his own brothers in cold blood when he ascended the position of the leader of the Ye family. Now he is just his own grandson who has died. He has many grandsons.

"Old ghost, you can just cast a spell." as he said, ye Shutian slapped it down and slapped it on Ye Zixing's head. Ye Zixing's head, which had already died once, burst open. There was no brain or blood to flow out, but only a wisp of resentment floated out of Ye Zixing's head.

The ghost howling hermit tut tut exclaimed, "old Ye tou, you are cruel enough, and old GUI tou admires you."

"Stop talking nonsense and cast the spell."

"Well, since I've taken a lot of benefits from you, eating people is the shortest and taking hands is the shortest, then I'll start casting spells." while talking, the ghost howling hermit has taken out a magic weapon with two tips as thick as a shuttle from his pocket.

The ghost howling hermit pricked his finger, smeared his blood on the shuttle magic weapon, and then waved to summon the struggling soul of Ye Zixing in ye Shutian's hand, and cast a spell to insert the soul into the shuttle magic weapon. Suddenly, the shuttle magic weapon began to work as if it was going to go wild.

"Old devil, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You got such a good magic weapon. Congratulations."

"Fortunately, it's also very dangerous to get this deadly soul chasing shuttle. It's very smart. It's easy to find the boy you're looking for."

"Very good. Thank you, old ghost." the depression in ye Shutian's heart seemed to be relieved by the appearance of the deadly soul chasing shuttle. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "can the old ghost let Zixing's soul first change the appearance of the boy in his memory?"

"It's very simple," said the ghost howling hermit. He pinched a Dharma formula with his two palms and read aloud. After a clear drink, a cloud of smoke came out from the deadly soul chasing shuttle. At the beginning, it was Ye Zixing's face, which was full of resentment and hostility, but soon turned into a beautiful and handsome young man's face.

"That's the man? He's really young."

"Teacher, master, it's him! It's him!" suddenly a man shouted under the altar. The ghost howling hermit recognized the voice of his proud disciple Ma Yingming. He looked back at the horse faced youth and shouted, "Yingming, what are you talking about?"

"Master, this man is the boy who robbed Shen Minghui, the confidential secretary of the governor of Southern Jiangsu Province. He turned into ash and I recognized him." Ma Yingming felt waves of hatred when he thought that his beautiful skeleton ghosts had been destroyed by Zhou Yi.

"Is it him?!" now even the ghost howling hermit raised an unknown anger in his chest. You know, the big ghost hidden in Shen Minghui's body was supposed to deal with the old wooden war of the wooden family, but Zhou Yi didn't want to destroy the plan. He took this opportunity to deal with it together.

The ghost howling hermit looked at ye Shutian and gave out bursts of Yin measured Laughter: "Lao ye, it seems that we still have a common enemy. The boy can't stay!"

Seeing the ghost howling hermit suddenly become angry, although I don't know why, the common hatred for the boy is just the common goal of the two people.

"Naturally, you can't stay. Please show the old ghost his magic method."

"OK, watch me cast!!"

The ghost howling hermit said, waving his thousand soul flag, dancing left and right like a great God, jumping up and down, and chanting a spell in his mouth. The deadly soul chasing shuttle in his hand turned black and bright, but it was black and bright.

"Go!" the ghost howled, and the hermit drank violently. He chased the soul shuttle and flew into the sky like lightning, shooting at a place in the suburbs of Longcheng.