Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 615: : 0 Ghost Day Line (2)

The man's exclamation disturbed the illusory woman. Her face was haggard, and her body was weak and paper-like. She slowly raised her head and looked at the pale man, her skinny face revealed A faint smile.

"Alin...really it's you...you're not dead..." Looking at his deceased wife in shock with a familiar smile, the man uncontrollably ran towards the shadow, subconsciously wanting Reached out to embrace his lover, but this flutter became empty.

The man stared blankly at his hands passing through his wife's body, his fingertips no longer as warm as they once were.

The people of Pingcheng, who were stunned by the side, looked at the illusory figures. Many people found familiar faces from them.

The dying father, the relatives who died of illness, and the child who died...

A familiar face filled everyone's eyeballs.

Ling He looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened in disbelief, he looked at the illusory shadows, and an unbelievable guess came out in his heart. He subconsciously looked at the monsoon smoke and asked tremblingly. : "Miss...those..."

The corner of Monsoon Smoke's mouth skipped a smile, "That's the soul."

Ling He shook slightly.

Monsoon flue: "The people who have passed away do not really leave. Their souls are still wandering in the world, or they choose to be reborn or trapped here."

Spiritualism was learned by Monsoon Smoke from her master. The first time she used it was at the moment when her master died. Unfortunately... she couldn't recall the master's soul.

The death of a person, its soul comes out.

Over the years, I gradually weakened my consciousness and turned to reincarnation.

Ran...

But there are those souls who are dead in vain, which can't disperse for a long time. Their death is very reasonable, and the souls with resentment will be trapped in a certain place and cannot enter into reincarnation.

The people of Pingcheng, sober from the shock, watched their loved ones once again appear in front of them. Missing made them forget everything. They threw away the debris in their hands and moved towards their loved ones. The soul went.

However...

When they approached, they found that the appearance of their loved ones remained the same, but their bodies were completely different from what they remembered.

Most of the souls that stayed in front of them were cracked open. There was nothing in the empty abdomen, and the once-familiar face was faintly filled with hatred and sadness.

Strong resentment~IndoMTL.com~ makes the surrounding air become colder.

Monsoon Smoke raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips spread his true energy repeatedly, sinking into those souls.

The gleams of light fell into the souls, making those souls a little different.

The longer the elapsed time, the more illusory and almost transparent the soul, but the souls that have just died are so strong, and you can even see the flesh and blood of their wounds.

"Today's victims, please take a step forward." Monsoon Smoke's voice was illusory and misty. The voice fell into the ears of the people, like a stream of clear spring pouring into their chests.

Dozens of illusory figures appeared in front of Monsoon Smoke through numerous souls. Those people died in a miserable state, and their souls still retained their pre-death appearance. Their abdomens were broken open, and their internal organs had been destroyed. Hollowed out, there is a twisted posture remaining on the limbs. It is obviously that he was tortured to death during his lifetime and turned into a soul. It is also hideous and dare not look at it.

Everyone's eyes fell on the dozens of souls following the words of the monsoon smoke. At a glance, it was obvious that the dozens of souls were the people killed today.