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Hearing Asen's words, Lin Jiuying turned her head subconsciously.

When he reacted and turned back, the white man had disappeared.

"Master Lin, my ancestors will ask you next time."

Her brows furrowed, and Lin Jiuying didn't wait for Lin Jiuying to figure out the reason.

Arsen's slightly excited voice came from behind, pulling his thoughts back.

"no problem."

Looking at the corpse of the ancestors of the Deng family's clan at the auction, Lin Jiuying nodded and responded immediately.

He did not forget that the purpose of his master and apprentice trip to London was to bring the corpse back to Hong Kong Island.

...

"I see your soul, your soul belongs to me, your body belongs to me..."

London, inside an unknown church.

With one hand on the bone dagger on Toad's back, the black man chanted a spell in his mouth.

Strange spells lingered in the church, and a large amount of black blood gushed out from the toad's body, dyeing the ground a strange pitch-black tone.

He stretched out his index finger and plucked out one of the toad's eyes and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly. The black man chewed the toad's eye while making a high and rapid curse.

In the eyes covered by the cloak, a vague white shadow began to gradually become clear.

Reconnect with the revived corpse.

The expression on the face under the black man's cloak became a bit more gloomy. He learned the news of the failure of the auction from the mouth of the revived corpse.

Resurrection does not auction off immortal corpses.

Thinking of the consequences of not getting the corpse, a look of fear flashed across the black man's gloomy face.

...

"Narsis!"

However, it has not yet arrived at what the black people in the unknown church control the revived corpse to do.

The flames around the altar suddenly began to beat, and along with the flashing light, a distorted face appeared in it, making a huge roar.

"The High Priest."

Looking at the face that appeared in the flames, the voodoo wizard named Narcissus hurriedly knelt down and replied in a tone of fear mixed with awe.

Unlike most mainstream religious systems in the world today, voodoo is a belief religion founded on the rule of fear. The main doctrine is that everything in the world is just an appearance, and there is a more important soul force behind it.

And the high priest of voodoo has mastered the power of this soul and can curse and kill others thousands of miles away.

"Have you got the offering yet?"

In the flames, the beating flames formed an abstract face.

The face opened its mouth and questioned Narcissus in the church.

Facing the question of the high priest, the expression on Narcissus' face became a little more frightened. He did not dare to hesitate or lie, because this would only anger the high priest and lead to greater punishment.

"No, I failed, High Priest."

"It was just a short while before I was able to get the sacrifice, but there was a problem, and my corpse suddenly lost control."

Hearing Narcissus' answer, the face of the high priest in the flames jumped.

"You should know the consequences of failure, Narcissus."

Voodoo does not only impose fear on its believers, but even the wizards within the religion are also under the rule of fear.

"Give me another chance, High Priest."

Kneeling on the ground, against the icy ground of the church, Narcissus pleaded.

"I can feel that the sacrifice is still in London, and I will bring it back."

In the flames, the high priest stared at Narcissus in the church with a beating and twisted face, and roared: "This is the last chance, Narcissus, I hope you can bring the offerings back."

As the high priest's voice fell, the beating flames around the altar returned to their original appearance and burned quietly.

Inside the church, Narcissus, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly got up.

...

"Master Lin, do you need me to help someone carry the ancestor's body outside?"

London, Sotheby's auction.

By applauding the ancestors of the Deng clan, Asen's biggest purpose of this trip is accomplished.

However, looking at the motionless corpse at the auction site, he was in a bit of trouble.

Sotheby's handles auctions but doesn't appear to offer shipping.

If the three of them alone carried their ancestors out and accidentally bumped into them, Asen was worried that he would be scolded to death by the Deng family's family.

"No need to be so troublesome."

Looking at Asen with a troubled face, Lin Jiuying said something to him.

"Next, you just need to find a quieter room to put your ancestor's body, and leave the rest to me."

Looking at Lin Jiuying with a confident look in front of him, although Asen had doubts in his heart, he still chose to believe the other party's words.

He found the staff of Sotheby's auction and quickly arranged a room for them.

"Ahao, prepare something."

In the room, Lin Jiuying looked at Yin Corpse lying quietly in the center. She took off her coat to reveal the yellow Taoist robe inside. She stretched out her hand to take the black crown cap handed over by her apprentice Ah Hao and put it on. Holding a peach wood sword, she faced Yin Corpse. He tapped three times on his head, chest, and feet, followed by stepping on the Yin-Yang Bagua Step ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and pinching the magic with one hand, chanting words in his mouth.

"Opening the heavenly court, making people live forever, three souls and seven souls, returning to the gods and anti-babies, three souls on the left, seven souls on the right, listening to the orders of the gods, but also ignorant, no one sees when they walk, no one knows when they sit, and is in a hurry. Law!"

"Ahao, what is Master Lin doing?"

Aside, seeing Lin Jiuying's way of chanting a spell, Asen couldn't help but ask Ahao who was at the side.

"Master is doing it, let your ancestors come back to life."

"Ah, let my ancestors come alive!"

However, when he heard Ah Hao's words, Ah Sen's face didn't have the slightest surprise, and he looked startled.

His ancestor of the Deng clan has been dead for more than 100 years. If he really came back to life, he would have invited a living ancestor to join the family.

Seeing Ah Sen's frightened look, Ah Hao couldn't help showing a smirk on his face, so he comforted and explained: "Don't worry, it's not that your ancestors really came here, the master just passed the corpse spell to let him go. Your ancestor moved on his own, so it was convenient for him to travel."

"I told you earlier, it scared me a lot."

Hearing Ah Hao's explanation, Ah Sen patted his chest with a look of fear.

"Ahao, Soul Town Bell!"

While Ahao and Asen were talking, in the middle of the room, Lin Jiuying finished reading the spell in his mouth, waved the peach wood sword in his hand, picked up a talisman and stuck it on the head of Yin Zhe, and then did not look back. He shouted to the apprentice behind him.

"Master, go on."

Hearing the master's explanation, Ah Hao hurriedly threw the bell that he had kept in his hand.

Reaching out to catch the bell in the air, Lin Jiuying placed it in front of Yin Corpse and shook it gently.

jingle!

In the next instant, Yin Corpse, who was still lying motionless in the room, suddenly opened his eyes.