"Do you know the person behind me?" Wu Sheng indicated that it was An Menghan and asked in a low voice.
Ping Yangting looked at her and shook her head: "I don't know her."
Wu Sheng thought about it after hearing this, but this did not mean that An Menghan was not suspicious, because her appearance was really weird.
Wu Sheng looked at An Menghan who was hiding behind the tree, and thought to himself, he still had to find the answer from her, otherwise, how could he trust her so confidently based on just those few words yesterday?
"Actually, I was also harmed by her, my father and Uncle Liangzi." Wu Sheng pointed to the grave not far away: "It's all because of her."
Ping Yangting was stunned. It turned out that the person in front of her had the aura of Wang Ziqing because of this.
"Sorry..." She expressed her apology to Wu Sheng with empty eyes.
Wu Sheng waved his hand: "Do you still know about her? I always feel that there is something hidden in it."
Ping Yangting shook her head dully: "I know there are only so many."
After Wu Sheng thought for a while, he felt that it was better to solve the biggest problem in front of him first: "Then what should you do next?"
After all, Wang Ziqing has been dead for so many years, and even her soul has been scattered. Where can she take revenge now?
And if they are asked to find the person who harmed her, when will they be found? Wu Sheng understood the difficulty.
Besides, if they insist on looking for those people, something might happen during this period.
But then again, the previous Musha was in an irrational state, but now she is different. With logic and better Yin Qi, she may be more difficult to deal with.
Although she had just been in a state of confusion these past few years, the power of Zimu Sha and her many years of Taoism were not unreasonable.
If a fight really breaks out, Wu Sheng will have no choice but to run away.
"I...I don't know." Ping Yangting hesitated: "Can we still be reincarnated?"
Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly. He hesitated whether to tell her or not. After a moment he said: "You should...not, but he can."
Wu Sheng pointed at Zisha in the distance. To be honest, Wu Sheng was not sure about a ghost with such a heavy grievance and having killed people before.
This is just like people in life who commit evil crimes and go to hell. As ghosts with great grievances and who have killed several people, will the underworld agree to take them in and allow them to be reincarnated?
This is hard to say.
After hearing this, Ping Yangting not only did not feel sad, but also showed a hint of joy: "Is what you said true?"
"Yes." Wu Sheng nodded and said, "If you believe me, I will find a way for you, mother and son, to reincarnate together."
Immediately afterwards, Wu Sheng brought Ping Yangting and An Menghan to Zishana. He took out two shriveled plastic bottles, which were the empty bottles he drank from.
He took out the pen and drew the talisman with yellow talisman and cinnabar, while An Menghan stared at it with wide eyes, fearing that he would miss something.
After a few minutes, Wu Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and pasted several painted "Jiazi Gengshen Ghost Suppressing Talismans" on the bottles.
"Come in, it will give you two a place to live. I will do my best to slowly pass you off to death in the future."
Before entering, Ping Yangting prayed to Wu Sheng for one thing, that anyone who found those people before she entered the underworld must tell her.
Because she wanted to see how those people were living now, she also told Wu Sheng their characteristics, that is, they all had a snake-like tattoo on their left wrist.
After Ping Yangting thanked Wu Sheng, she and Zisha got into the bottle. However, because the two of them were very spiritual, the "Jia Zi Geng Shen Ghost Suppressing Talisman" could not suppress them when they entered.
The bottle shook uncontrollably, and the talismans on it looked like they were about to fall off at any moment. Wu Sheng then drew a lot more talismans and pasted them all on.
When he saw nothing strange, Wu Sheng finally felt relieved.
"I didn't expect my luck to be so bad." Wu Sheng looked at An Menghan: "Why are you here?"
An Menghan first snatched the jade pendant and put it into his pocket, then said: "Because I always felt that I could see ghosts if I followed you, and I was afraid that you would worry about me getting hurt, so I followed you secretly."
"Come again?" Wu Sheng was immediately speechless at her words. It seemed that it would not be easy to get the truth about her for a while.
After that, Wu Sheng burned the unburned paper and left, while An Menghan followed him, chattering endlessly about the strange things he had seen over the years.
Whenever she told something weirder and weirder, she would smile even harder, as if she were seeing some delicious food in front of her eyes.
From time to time, he would burst out laughing, making Wu Sheng unable to calm down.
Now besides An Menghan, there is another thing that is bothering Wu Sheng, and that is the wound on his right arm. This kind of yin energy that has attached itself to the human body cannot be sucked away by ghosts.
If this continues, Wu Sheng's situation will only get worse. But he didn't understand anything about treating "hysteria" either.
The "Sixty Years of Eliminating Evil Techniques" passed down to him by his master records things about Taoism and evil spirits.
Although I can suppress it in a short period of time, if I face danger, it will be difficult to say at that time.
Wu Sheng rubbed his forehead with a headache. Now he felt very uncomfortable. His entire right arm was weak and weak, and the yin energy was still restless from time to time, as if dozens of needles had been inserted into it at the same time.
In these years of schooling, he had never had any contact with his peers. Even during the years when he followed Lin Hongyi, he never took Wu Sheng to meet other people. He always liked to be alone.
"What can we do?" Wu Sheng took a deep breath melancholy, and then looked at An Menghan.
"Hey, hey, why are you looking at me like this?" An Menghan's demented look was simply out of proportion to her appearance.
A baby-faced girl with big eyes was smiling silly and wiping drool from her mouth from time to time. Wu Sheng really didn't know how to describe her.
Wu Sheng hesitated, should he ask her? But Wu Sheng still hasn't figured out what her identity is.
But at the moment, there seems to be no better way. She can only treat a dead horse as a living doctor. After all, she knows that there are things in this world that cannot be explained theoretically.
"Why don't you leave?" An Menghan's next sentence shocked Wu Sheng: "Are there still ghosts?!"
Her tone was full of expectation, and she didn't sound like a normal person at all.
"No." Wu Sheng looked at her and pointed at his shoulder: "Is there anything you can do about this?"
