Chapter 617 Hundred Demons Day Trip (2)

The man's exclamation disturbed the illusory woman. Her face was haggard, and her body was as weak as a piece of paper. She slowly raised her head and looked at the pale man. There was a faint smile on her thin face. Smile.

"A Lin...it's really you...you're not dead..." Seeing the familiar smile of his deceased wife in shock, the man ran towards the shadow uncontrollably, subconsciously wanting to reach out and hug him My lover, but this pounce turned into nothing.

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

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

The father who died in bed, the relatives who died of illness, and the child who died young...

Familiar faces caught everyone's eyes.

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 to his mind. He subconsciously looked at Ji Fengyan, and asked tremblingly, "Miss ……Those ones……"

Ji Fengyan smiled slightly, "That's the soul."

Ling He was slightly shocked.

Ji Fengyan said: "The people who passed away didn't really leave. Their souls still linger in the world, or they choose to reincarnate, or they are trapped here."

Ji Fengyan learned the soul-calling technique from her master. The first time she used it was at the moment her master died. Unfortunately... she couldn't call back the soul of her master.

When a person dies, his soul comes out.

After years of experience, the consciousness gradually weakened and turned into reincarnation.

However...

But there are those souls who died in vain, which cannot be dispersed for a long time. Their deaths are unreasonable, and the souls with resentment will be trapped in a certain place, unable to enter reincarnation.

The people of Pingcheng woke up from the shock, seeing their dead relatives reappeared in front of them again, their longing made them forget everything, they dropped the sundries in their hands one after another, and walked towards the souls of their relatives .

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 staying in front of them were disemboweled, and there was nothing in the empty abdomen. On the faces that were once familiar, there was faint hatred and sorrow.

The strong resentment made the surrounding air even colder.

Ji Fengyan raised his hand slightly, his fingertips radiated a lot of zhenqi, submerged into those souls.

The gleams of light falling into the souls also made those souls a little different.

The longer the time passed, the more illusory the soul became, almost transparent, but the soul of the newly dead was very thick, and one could even clearly see the flesh and blood protruding from their wounds.

"Today's victim, please take a step forward." Ji Fengyan's voice was illusory and ethereal, the voice fell into the ears of the common people, like a stream of clear spring pouring into the chest.

Dozens of illusory figures passed through many souls and appeared in front of Ji Fengyan. Those people died in miserable conditions, but their souls still retained the appearance before death. The distorted postures of the limbs are obviously tortured to death before death, and turned into a soul, which is also so ferocious that one dare not look at it more.

Following Ji Fengyan's words, everyone's eyes fell on those dozens of souls, and they could tell at a glance that the dozens of souls were the people who were killed today.