Chapter 1345
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"You have a pure spiritual aura." The old woman looked at Fengjiu: "You're not a beggar, are you?" A beggar would definitely not have such a pure spiritual aura.
Hearing this, Fengjiu's expression changed slightly. He glanced at the old woman and nodded: "Yes, I'm outside alone. It's safer to change into a beggar's outfit."
"Sister, sister, play with me, sister, play with me … …"
The child-like voice came from outside again. That voice carried traces of crying faintly. However, compared to the pitch-black outside, in this ancestral hall with lanterns and candlelight, that voice was much less terrifying.
She looked outside and asked: "Why can't they come in?" This place did not look special, so why did those resentful spirits not dare to come in?
"Because they're afraid that I'll refine them, so they don't dare to come in." The hunchbacked old woman said as she continued to eat the biscuit.
Hearing this, Fengjiu was startled: "Refine them? How? "
The old woman raised her dark eyes and looked at her. Instead of answering, she asked: "Do you know where the resentful spirits come from?"
"I don't know."
She shook her head honestly. She really did not know. She only knew that there were ghosts. Who knew that there were these things called resentful spirits? They did not have any ghost aura at all. Who knew where they came from?
"Ghosts are the souls of people after they die. They are called ghosts, but vengeful spirits are spiritual beings born from resentment. To put it bluntly, they are just like some treasured swords that have sword spirits. They are born from the sword and are the guardian spirits of the sword. However, vengeful spirits are far inferior to spiritual beings like sword spirits because they have resentment."
Fengjiu listened. She said a lot, but still did not tell her why the resentful spirits were afraid that she would refine them.
Just as she was thinking about it, she stood up and slowly walked outside after finishing the pancakes. Seeing this, she also followed. She saw many cloth dolls standing or squatting outside. Even the scarecrows had come. They surrounded and shouted outside not far away. She was very surprised to see this.
What made her even more surprised was that a black shadow flashed in front of her. The hunchbacked old woman reached out and grabbed a cloth doll. She guided it with one hand, as if she was pulling something away.
"Ah! Granny Ghost is so scary! "
The rag dolls and scarecrows that were originally surrounding the old woman cried out in alarm and quickly dispersed. Not a single one of them was left behind, leaving only the ball of cloth that was struggling in the old woman's hand.
Just as she was astonished by the change in the scene, she saw that within a few breaths, the old woman's hand seemed to be guiding something as she pulled out a ball of light from the rag doll and pinched it in her hand. That feeling, to her, was as casual as pinching a rag.
"Ah! Help … Ghost Granny is so scary … "
That ball of light that looked like cotton candy jumped around. It wanted to escape but couldn't. It was pinched flat in his hand and walked back.
Was that ball of light a vengeful spirit? She was slightly startled and found it hard to believe. Those that were related to the word 'spirit' were indeed much better looking than those that were related to ghosts. At the very least, this ball of light was pleasing to the eye.
Moreover, this old woman was really powerful. She was actually able to grab the vengeful spirit and pull it out with just one move.
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