"You...you know?"

Zhang Shu stared at Bai Han in surprise, slightly surprised. He had passed away in Li Mubai and drew it on his chest. He knew the most about how obscure the rune was. Even ordinary Maoshan outer disciples could not know, because he had obtained this kind of talisman by chance.

"What's so strange about the little soul-retaining talisman? Li Mubai, get up!"

Bai Han reached out and patted his face, then frowned and stretched out his hand to rub the strange red rune on Li Mubai's chest. The red rune was rubbed like this, as if the ink stains were fainted. The drawn rune was actually rubbed. Then he pinched Li Mubai's bright red lips with one hand, and pressed the other hand slightly on his chest. A black air overflowed from Li Mubai's mouth, which was extremely strange.

The black air was only a trace of it at first, and finally it spit out in big mouthfuls.

Until there was no longer a black mist spraying out from his mouth, Li Mubai frowned, and then slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Bai Han looking at him with a cold face and then looking at the surrounding environment, Li Mubai breathed a sigh of relief. He finally got rid of this terrifying coffin. After he came out, his strength slowly returned.

"Brother Zhang, what should I do now? This outsider has ruined this kind of thing, and they have taken out the spirit plaques offered to the ancient temple last night."

Zhou Dafu glanced at Zhang Shu, a disciple of Maoshan’s outer sect with a gloomy face, and spoke softly.

Zhang Shu looked over the altar in the mourning hall, and saw the pitch-black spirit card on it. He hurriedly turned over and reached out to grab the spirit card. His face became increasingly ugly. Finally, he put down the spirit card and turned around and spoke to Bai Han in anger:

"You...have you released him? He will become a ghost!"

Bai Han ignored him and watched the strange bright red color on Li Mubai's lips slowly disappear. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It's not what I have let it go. Are you not a disciple of Maoshan's outer sect? Are you able to do such things, but you are not able to handle them yet?"

There was actually some ridiculous meaning in the words.

"You... OK, don't think I can't help but burn his body and let his soul go away."

Zhang Shu spoke with a sneer.

"No, Brother Zhang, you said that Xianyang will still be buried in the corpse raising ground. If it is burned, how can he be resurrected?"

When Zhou Dafu heard that Zhang Shu was going to burn his son's body, he immediately shook his head and spoke. In such a remote rural area, cremation is very taboo, and it is not like in cities. Moreover, the village is very far away from the county town and the transportation is very inconvenient, so it is even more backward.

"Not now. First, the ghost marriage failed, and second, the soul of your son has been released. He didn't know that he was dead. If he knew the cause of his death, he would definitely turn into a ghost to seek revenge. Even if you are his father, he would never let you go, and it might even harm the entire village. Don't you know how much effort it took for me to do this? We all have to finish it this time."

Zhang Shu stared at Chow Tai Fook with a serious expression, gritted his teeth, and spoke in resentment.

"I am his father, we may harm me."

Chow Tai Fook shook his head, obviously not believing Zhang Shu's words.

"Hmph, you can't blame it for your son's death. And after a person dies, you think it's the same as a living person. It's so naive. When you make this decision, you must know that there will be such a result and the consequences will be caused by them."

Zhang Shu pointed to Bai Han, and Li Mubai, who had woken up next to the coffin. Li Mubai rubbed the back of his neck and spoke angrily:

"Uncle Zhou, how can you do this? It's obviously your son, but he's seriously ill and makes such a move. I know you want him to enter the corpse raising ground after he dies, but you didn't hear Bai Han say that people cannot be resurrected when they die. Even if he comes out of the soil, he is not your son, but a bloodthirsty monster. His soul is released by me. Don't worry, leave this matter to us and we will handle it, but I have a condition, I hope you can surrender. After all, this is murder!"

After hearing Li Mubai's words, the surroundings fell into silence, but the expressions of these people were strange. Zhou Dafu was in a daze, his face was confused and a little dull, but Zhang Shu was different. His already tiny eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

Bai Han stood up with a sneer and walked out of the mourning hall.

"Where are you going?"

Li Mubai was slightly shocked and spoke out. Last night, he used the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Light to draw Zhou Xianyang's soul, but now he doesn't know how to deal with it. Only Bai Han, only him, can avoid this disaster. Of course, if it is really as serious as they said.

"go home."

Bai Han's faint voice sounded.

"You can't leave. If you leave and Xianyang returns to your soul, how can we solve it? This Maoshan outer disciple is also so afraid of Xianyang who turns into a ghost. It is obviously impossible to resolve it."

When Li Mubai heard that he was leaving, his face suddenly changed.

"This time the entrustment was originally a loss, but now it's not worth it."

Bai Han has a very good reason.
Chapter completed!