Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 71

"Jin Shu, where do you think the Crossing Department is?" He Tang looked around, "Which Yama Hall?"

"Hmm... I don't know either." Yang Jinshu shook his head, "Before I met you, I didn't even know there was this place in the underworld."

"Ah, I don't know either." He Tang was very distressed, "You said that I have time-traveled once, but in the end I don't know how to time-travel at all... I feel that the people in the time-travel department are so capricious that they don't even notify you."

"Do you still need to be notified?"

"Of course, let me be mentally prepared."

"what to prepare?"

"Get ready to open your golden fingers!" He Tang sighed after finishing speaking, "Forget it, this is a bit difficult, and suddenly I feel that I have failed, and I can't think about seeking death... The feeling of hanging is too uncomfortable, and my neck hurts just thinking about it. No wonder it is said to cherish life, if you don’t cherish life, you will suffer.”

"Yes."

"Jin Shu, what do you think we will be bullied by other monsters?" He Tang suddenly became worried, "We can't beat them!"

"We'll talk about it later." Yang Jinshu looked at the wound on his body and asked, "Does the wound hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." He Tang poked it with his finger and said with a frown, "It doesn't hurt at all, but this black mist is really annoying!"

"..." Seeing his irritable appearance, Yang Jinshu felt a little uncomfortable.Although He Tang has always had obvious mood changes, he is rarely in such a state of impatience... What's going on?

"How much longer do we have to go?" He Tang quickened his pace, dragging him forward, "Is that up ahead... a wandering soul?"

"There are very few wandering souls in the underworld." Yang Jinshu said, "Most wandering souls wander in the sun."

"Then... what's in front?"

They took a few steps forward and looked carefully, only to see hundreds of wandering spirits wandering in front of them without bounds.

He Tang tried to control the souls, but found that although these wandering souls were unconscious, it was difficult for him to control them. They didn't listen to his calls and orders at all, and they still wandered without bounds.

"My soul control technique has regressed?" He Tang looked at his hands in disbelief.

"No, it's not that the Soul Control Technique has failed, it's that they are trapped." Yang Jinshu pointed to the distance, "They're not wandering around, they're looking for an exit, but they can't get out."

He Tang looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that the wandering spirits moved faster as they got to the periphery, and they seemed to be pushing something, but they couldn't move it, so they had to change places to continue searching.

"Wandering souls don't have much spiritual power. Except for some lonely ghosts, who needs them?" He Tang walked closer, "Trapping so many wandering souls...is it very difficult?"

"Fortunately, it's just a magic circle. It's easy for ghosts or cultivators with strong magic power." Yang Jinshu raised his hand, "I can do it too."

"Huh?" He Tang didn't realize it, when did Yang Jinshu become a powerful ghost?

Yang Jinshu put his hands in the air, closed his eyes, and felt the formation trapping these wandering souls.

"what's the situation?"

Yang Jinshu opened his eyes, put down his hands, and said, "These wandering spirits are just a barrier set up by the Wheel-Turning King to prevent ghosts from accidentally entering the land of five turbidities. They have no attack power, so it doesn't matter."

"Do you need to break the formation?"

"No, the Shura Umbrella's mana is higher than these wandering spirits, we can go straight through." Yang Jinshu took his hand, "Take a step back and say, these wandering spirits don't have much mana, it's just that something went wrong, the two of us Are you afraid you won't be able to handle it?"

"That's right, I can also spell!" He Tang nodded and walked forward with him.

Sure enough, as Yang Jinshu said, even though the wandering souls had no consciousness, when they saw them approaching with Shura umbrellas, they automatically avoided them, and had no intention of stopping them at all.The last time He Tang had close contact with a large number of wandering souls was when Yang Jinshu took him to the moon and played Guiyu's song for the first time. Those wandering souls were full of sadness, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

People always say that wandering souls are missing souls, who can't find a home and have no memory. Perhaps because of this, when they gather together, the sadness is particularly strong.He Tang passed them by, looked at their empty eyes and expressions, and thought that they might never get back their memories, lost souls, or their way home, and felt pitiful and miserable.

Halfway through, a motionless wandering spirit caught their attention.

The wandering soul stood in the center, same as the other companions, expressionless, but different, he was motionless, as if he was fixed there, his eyes drifted to nowhere, it almost made people suspect that he would fly away in the next moment.

He Tang looked at him, and suddenly felt a strong sadness emanating from him, which made his heart ache, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to give him a hug...

"He Tang?" Yang Jinshu pulled his arm, extremely surprised, "What are you going to do?"

He Tang turned around, with deep sadness in his eyes: "Jin Shu, he...he is so sad..."

Yang Jinshu glanced at it a few times, but still felt that the wandering soul was just standing expressionless, without any trace of sadness.He said cautiously: "He Tang, wandering souls are unconscious, you...are you thinking too much?"

"No, Jin Shu, he...he's crying, can't you hear it?" He Tang turned back, approached slowly, stretched out his other hand to touch the wandering soul, "He was crying so sad ..."

He Tang could hear a very low, very low cry, a weak, almost desperate cry. He was about to be heartbroken by the cry next to his ear. He felt that the position of his heart was so uncomfortable——but he It's a ghost, it has no body, no heart, why does it hurt?

"He Tang!" Yang Jinshu hugged him tightly, not letting him move forward, "What's wrong with you, He Tang? What happened?"

He Tang covered his ears and struggled: "A lot of people are crying, they are so sad..."

Yang Jinshu looked up, only to find that the wandering spirit who had just been wandering aimlessly before suddenly accelerated, wandering back and forth around them, all his eyes fell on them, and he whispered softly.Yang Jinshu couldn't hear clearly, but the voice obviously affected He Tang.Yang Jinshu lowered his head to look again, and sure enough, he saw that the black mist surrounding He Tang's body was getting thicker and thicker, almost enveloping him, and even the Shura umbrella was useless.

"He Tang!" Yang Jinshu exclaimed!He couldn't help but grabbed He Tang, ignored the wandering souls around him, and walked forward quickly.But it was very strange that the wandering soul who had voluntarily avoided just now started to block them for some reason, and kept turning around them, making him unable to distinguish the direction.

He Tang felt more and more uncomfortable, almost curled up and began to sob.

Yang Jinshu gritted his teeth, and threw He Tang into the Shura umbrella, and he slapped the handle of the umbrella, and threw the Shura umbrella upwards. He flipped the long piano in his sleeve, and sat on the ground, summoned his spiritual power, and plucked the strings !

Zheng——

The sound of the zither sounded three feet away, his expression froze, and he played a new song—Song of Sending Souls!

The prelude to this piece of music was extremely exciting, which instantly aroused the restlessness of the wandering souls. They all rushed towards Yang Jinshu, and their blank faces suddenly became ferocious.Yang Jin's expression didn't change, he used his spiritual power to play the tune, and several streams of light circulated around him, blocking the wandering soul out.The Shura umbrella hung three feet high above his head, the Sanskrit characters on the ribs gradually appeared, faintly exuding a silver light, and the two statues of Shura, a man and a woman, suddenly came alive on the head of the umbrella, and the ugly male Shura roared ferociously, and The female Shura behind him laughed like silver bells. These two voices were like a curse, disrupting the thoughts of the wandering souls in the entire formation. Yang Jinshu in the center of the formation locked his eyes on the motionless wandering soul.

He carried the spiritual power on his fingertips, and let the sound of the piano penetrate into the ears of the wandering soul layer by layer.

After half a piece of music, the sound of the piano gradually slows down.

The sound of the zither, like sacrificial music, was long and sad, and the wandering soul finally changed.He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Yang Jinshu.

Yang Jinshu looked up at him, playing the qin unhurriedly, the sound of the qin gradually became mournful, the wandering soul came over step by step, squatted in front of him, put his hands around his knees, and tilted his head to listen quietly.

Yang Jinshu was not in a hurry, he played while watching him.

The soul of the wandering soul became transparent and petite... until finally, it turned into a group of small souls.

After Yang Jinshu received the last sound of the piano, he lowered his eyes to look over, but saw that the soul turned into a light spot the size of a bean, and gradually flew into the air.

Yang Jinshu put away the Changqin and put it in his sleeve, stood up from the ground, looked up, the other wandering spirits did the same, turned into countless light spots, and flew towards the full night sky—maybe it wasn't the night sky, the sun and the moon were not seen in the underworld, even The stars are gone.

These light spots are smaller than fireflies, floating in mid-air, and soon disappear.

The wandering soul's soul flew away, so it turned out to be like this.

Yang Jinshu could suddenly understand He Tang's sadness just now—these poor people who don't know where they came from and where they're going... They died so confusedly.He closed his eyes, and couldn't help thinking: He Tang heard the cry of wandering soul, how much did he hear, to feel so uncomfortable?

Sentimental people are always happy because of other people's happiness and sad because of other people's pain.

He Tang and him... are different after all.

Yang Jinshu couldn't help thinking, is he too indifferent?

Suddenly, he sensed that there was danger approaching behind him, he turned around suddenly, only to see a strange ghost rushing towards him with its teeth and claws.

"Get out!" With a roar above his head, He Tang suddenly jumped out of the Shura umbrella, and threw out three will-o'-the-wisps in succession. The faint blue will-o'-the-wisps, wrapped in black mist, attacked the ghost aggressively one after another.

A stern look flashed across the ghost's eyes, and he quickly withdrew his hands. After a few twists and turns, he avoided the three ghost fires!It's just that he didn't dare to be presumptuous due to the black mist, so he raised his hand and threw a ghost talisman, devouring all three ghost fires!

He chuckled, stood not far away and looked at them, and said meaningfully with his hands behind his back, "Yo, I missed it."

He Tang stood in front of Yang Jinshu, looked at him coldly, and cursed: "What are you that dare to touch my people?"

Yang Jinshu looked down, but saw that He Tang's complexion was blue and his eyes were extremely cold, which clearly showed that he was full of hostility!

The ghost smiled evilly, and said in a rambling voice: "Why, brother Tang, you won't recognize me after seeing me for a few days?"

"..." He Tang stared at him for a while, then asked in surprise, "Fu Lan?"