Chapter 551 Beautiful Living Dead (3)

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Yang Zimei sweated, "Uncle, what is your logic? Do you want to marry her as a wife?"

"I bah bah bah, that immeasurable god, I am a Taoist priest, how can I marry a wife?" Yu Zhenzi shouted.

"Then she sweeps the floor, why are you a few decades younger, uncle?" Yang Zimei asked puzzled.

"It is said that looking at beautiful women will make people look younger. Your uncle, I just want to see them, and I don't have any unreasonable thoughts."

Yu Zhenzi rolled his eyes and said, "It's really a woman's heart to care for a man's belly."

"Uncle Shi, I will be sad if you say that." Yang Zimei pouted deliberately.

"What are you sad about?"

"You mean that I'm not a beautiful woman, and it's not good to look at." Yang Zimei looked aggrieved.

"In my eyes, you are just a little nephew."

Yu Zhenzi pouted.

"Niuniu, listen to Master and accept her."

Yuqing stubbornly persuaded.

Yang Zimei looked at him.

Although she didn't understand why he insisted on letting herself take the living dead, but since it was Master's intention, she no longer disobeyed.

However, how should she surrender such a living dead person?

"Pull out the three soul-fixing needles, then quickly inject a drop of your blood, and imprint your soul-fixing spell. That's it."

Yuqing saw her doubts and said.

"It's that simple?"

"It seems simple, but, only you can do it, unless the mana of the person who casts the spell is stronger than you, you will be backlashed and become another living dead."

Yuqing looked at her with his loving colored glazed eyes and said, "Don't worry, your mana should not be comparable to those of the onmyoji who only learned some of our miscellaneous arts."

"OK!"

Since the master said so, Yang Zimei had no choice but to nod in agreement.

She bit her forefinger and pulled out the three soul-fixing needles with her right hand. The left finger she had learned dripped and imprinted on the woman's seal...

At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Zimei's movements, but no one noticed that a strange and unpredictable smile suddenly appeared on the loving face of Daoist Yuqing, and the glass-like pupils also instantly It turned black, as if there was another person lurking on his body.

However, this strangeness just flashed by, and quickly restored the original face and pupils.

After finishing the soul-suppressing spell, Yang Zimei took a step back, feeling that her whole body seemed to be collapsed, and the essence of her body was constantly leaking out to the woman.

How is this going?

She tried to stop in a little panic.

However, no matter what, it cannot be controlled.

That woman seemed to be practicing the Dafa of absorbing the stars, continuously sucking her essence.

The woman's shriveled face gradually became fuller, and even glowed with the ruddy of a stranger, and the dead aura that shrouded it began to gradually dissipate.

I saw that her eyelashes moved slightly, and under the thin eyelids, the eyeballs could be seen moving.

And the fingers that were originally on the abdomen began to move slightly...

The crowd watched nervously, holding their breaths.

Yang Zimei was nervous about why she couldn't take back her energy.

Could it be that, in order for her to become one of his own, he must fuse her with his own essence?

Yang Zimei looked back at Yuqing with a look of help...

The moment she looked back, she suddenly felt that Master's smile was a little unfamiliar.

She blinked, but found that the master was still the master, and that smile was normal.

Maybe it was because I was too tired and had hallucinations.

Yang Zimei shook his head.

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