He turned his back to the pond, breaking and extinguishing the incense in the incense burner in his hand.
Little Huang Ying did not let go, still clutching his arm.
She didn't want to leave.
At this moment, the situation truly exemplified the difficulty of sending away a spirit after inviting it in.
Run Sheng had already picked up the Soul Returning Basket, ready to cover the Corpse with it and plunge into the water, embracing it.
Li Zhiyuan rubbed a bell against his face, smearing it with fresh blood, and then swung it behind him. The crisp sound of the bell rang out in the air before plummeting into the fish pond.
Little Huang Ying let go of his hand, turned around, and walked towards the pond.
The water gradually covered her body, and she reached for the bell floating on the surface.
Li Zhiyuan quickly pulled out two pieces of yellow paper, lit them with a candle, opened his arms, and then slapped them hard with the burning papers in his hands!
"Snap!"
