For people these days, falling leaves return to their roots is an obsession that cannot be erased even if they die. Lin Jue's first money he got after leaving his hometown to seek the truth was to help two ghosts bring letters and fallen leaves return to their roots. Luo Gong was heroic and chivalrous, intentionally collecting corpses and bones for his fellow villagers who died tragically outside the frontier, and Lin Jue also intended to find monsters.

So I went forward at night, walked more roads, returned to Beijing earlier, and found some fate.

The sound of hooves all the way.

The fox turned his head from time to time and looked around strangely, not knowing what he was looking at.

The sky is getting darker and darker.

Suddenly, the fox walking in front stopped, looked ahead first, and then turned to Lin Jue.

"Yeah~"

Lin Jue followed their eyes.

I saw a small river in front of me, with gurgling river water, grass and yellow-leaf forest on the roadside, which was an autumn scenery, but there were some blurry figures on the road, floating with the wind.

All three of them were afraid and the horses didn't stop.

This place is just this road. This is probably what the team of merchants said, "There are places where merchants and warriors are harmed by monsters?"

Lin Jue took a closer look—

There are more than a dozen of these figures, most of them are martial artists. The reason is that the warriors practice martial arts all year round, have firm thoughts, are brave and fierce, and have strong qi and blood. After death, they are easily unwilling to leave because of a moment of resentment and uneven thoughts.

They seemed to be ferocious, but they did not hurt anyone. Luo Seng approached them to check, and they did not attack Luo Seng.

"It's really the face of me, a person from Central Plains, and his soul is not peaceful. It's really not easy." Luo Seng said, rubbing his feet on the ground a few times, finding some clothes and rags from the sand pile, and finding some bones in the forest.

"This is not a lonely ghost, but a remnant soul obsession." Lin Jue said this, took out a small bottle and said to these remnant souls, "Dear heroes, if anyone is willing to return home, you can come in the bottle."

The Taoist has the same mind and words, and he will be able to understand ghosts and gods.

Immediately, a few remnants of souls looked at him, wandering in the wind, flying in difficulty, and drilling into the bottle.

“Huh?”

Lin Jue looked at the other figures and thought for a while, and felt that it was just right:

"If you are harmed by a demon and are unwilling to seek revenge from the demon, you can also come into the bottle and guide us. I will find peace for you."

Lin Jue's words were still calm and his heart was as consistent:

"After that, you can disperse and rest in peace, or follow me. It just so happens that my bean soldiers' method lacks some heroes to help me, so I will work with me to eradicate the demons and evil spirits in the world."

"Shushu..."

The remnants of souls hesitated for a moment and got into the bottle one after another.

One collects corpses and bones, the other requiems the soul and the ghosts floating around quickly stopped.

This scene that scared ordinary business travelers not only failed to scare the Taoist and the martial artists, but instead, under their simple manner, they quickly returned to peace, just like an ordinary grass forest by the road.

In this process, the Taoist did not use any magic, and the warrior did not draw his sword. The truth is just based on his heart.

The little junior sister watched from the side, thinking.

Then the three of them made a fire on the spot.

The fox gained abilities again and caught fish from the river next to him, while the Caili caught rabbits, and the naan bread he brought was for dinner tonight.
Chapter completed!