Having devoted myself to guiding souls, I was surrounded by them after my death.

If it's not a coincidence, then what does this mean?

Not right.

I always feel a cold sensation in a certain part of my body.

Just then, Luo Xiaoyu took out a silver chain, which transformed into small spirals that blocked the middle.

"Well!"

She kept her eyes tightly shut, her little head shaking wildly, making "woo-woo" sounds as if she were saying "No, no."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

Chen Shi snapped out of his daze and quickly waved his hand, saying:

"I just said that I suddenly thought of something and my brain crashed in a moment of impulse."

Luo Xiaoyu looked away, and only after the distance between them had increased did she put the silver chain back. Her round face still looked like a boiling kettle.

"Hello." Su Yining's voice came from behind.

Turning my head, I saw her pouting, her cheeks puffed out, and her eyes squinting as she stared.

"Chen Shi, aren't you into older men?" she said irritably.

I've said it countless times, I'm not just controlling my age.

Forget it, I feel like saying it out loud would only make things more unclear.

It's best not to speculate about the bracelet until we have more information.

"Is your perception of me so fixated on older men?"

"Oh, isn't Jiang Liu also the older sister type?"

"Uh."

You know what, it's true.

Chen Shi changed the subject, saying:

"Alright, let's look for the body parts first."

He went to the full-length mirror, looked at the shards of glass scattered on the floor, and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, inspiration struck, and a thread slowly emerged from the wall, spreading out before my eyes.

"found it."

Chen Shi closed his eyes, the bandages on his arm gleaming, and slammed his fist against the wall.

In an instant, a strong wind rose up, the brick wall shattered, revealing a gap.

A wooden box was stuffed into the gap.

Unlike the small wooden box under the hospital bed, this one is longer.

Chen Shi took it out, and just as he was about to open it, he handed it to Su Yining first.

"Senior, why don't you take a look?"

"uh-huh."

Su Yining's cheeks were still a little chubby.

She took the box, cushioned it first, and then opened it.

"Oh……"

Su Yining's expression was like that of a child who had received a new figurine.

Chen Shi was unsure what expression to make.

What was placed in the box was an arm—the entire left arm, but without a hand.

Alright, the mecha assembly is here. I'll go back and add arms and hands, and then I can assemble a complete mecha.

Su Yining weighed it again, felt it for a moment, and said:

"This looks like my arm."

"if not……"

Chen Shi's expression did not soften.

Last time in the hospital, there was only a mournful spirit, and only one hand was placed under the bed.

This time, there are two malevolent spirits: the Mirror Spirit and the Sound Spirit.

Correspondingly, the area of ​​the body parts was also much larger.

From this perspective, it's now confirmed that Su Yining's physique is capable of nurturing evil spirits.

But Hu Lizhang said that during Su Yining's lifetime, the interference of the mirror spirit and the sound spirit had no effect on her.

Who exactly is this hot female senior?

And the correspondence between their pupils and the beads on their bracelets...

"Senior."

"Ok?"

Let's reminisce.

Chapter 85 Spirit Weapon Hunter

That evening, in the western suburbs of Nanhai City.

"Da...da..."

The high heels clicked crisply on the ground, creating a graceful silhouette.

She wore a high-slit cheongsam, high heels, and had long, flowing brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders with wavy ends.

It was Song Qingmei.

"Oh, Nanhai City is great in every way, except that the pace of life is too fast and the pressure is too high, and it's too hot at night."

Her voice was alluring, and as she walked alone on the street, it was as if she were talking to thin air.

The cheongsam accentuated her figure, and even without deliberately posing, her figure already showed a clear "S" curve.

Song Qingmei looked around. The shops had their roller shutters down, and the walls were covered with strip advertisements for locksmiths and plumbers. The surrounding apartment buildings were only six or seven stories high, and the windows were all sealed with iron bars.

The residents of Nanhai City focus their lives primarily on the city center; the more bustling the city center is, the more deserted the surrounding suburbs become.

It was nearly midnight, and there were hardly any people on the streets.

She continued walking into the alley, swaying her hips. Several men had set up tables and chairs on the street, drinking and chatting, talking about everything from space to history.

One of the men was drunk. He caught sight of Song Qingmei and whistled at her. The other two brothers immediately looked over.

"Ah……"

Song Qingmei smiled faintly, took out an eyeliner from her makeup bag and applied it—making her already curled eyelashes even more lustrous.

She strode forward, walked to the three-person table, and slammed one hand on it:

"Snapped!"

Instantly, a wave of air rose up, overturning all the surrounding bottles, and the three men's eyes cleared instantly.

"Gentlemen..."

Song Qingmei smiled charmingly, her gaze meeting the three men in turn, her eyelashes fluttering slightly:

"You've had too much to drink, you're feeling unwell, and you feel like throwing up."

"Wh...cough!"

Song Qingmei's words were like a curse, and the three men immediately clutched their stomachs and began to retch.

"It seems like he drank too much..."

"Let's disperse!"

"Who brought this cheap liquor? Ugh..."

The three of them got up one after another, gagging and retching, and fled as if they were escaping.

"Alas, for a ferryman, sometimes being too charming can be a problem."

Song Qingmei tossed her long hair and took out a makeup mirror—a portable mirror, about the size of a palm, with twisted patterns engraved on its surface, and entirely black.

She flipped the mirror over and saw several figures flashing by on the roof of the low building behind her.

"Tsk tsk, there are always mice who think they are cats."

Song Qingmei licked her lips, strode into the dead end in her high heels, and then stretched to loosen her muscles.

"Alright, the area is cleared. Everyone, please come out." She spoke, her voice strong as if she had a built-in megaphone.

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures landed one after another, and several more figures emerged from the shadows.

At first glance, there are 6 people.

The man in the lead was very tall and wore a hound mask, obscuring his face. However, he had short white hair and a missing little finger.

"Beautiful lady, you have quite a few magical artifacts on you. I have indeed heard that there are a few good-looking ferrymen, but I didn't expect to meet one today."

"The masked, fingerless man," Lu Jin said.

"What do you mean you ran into me today? Please~ You guys have had people following me ever since I entered the city, and the more they follow, the more people follow. Didn't anyone tell you that men who are persistent and clingy will get points deducted?"

Song Qingmei looked around; all six people were approaching her, each holding at least one offensive magical weapon—some were blunt blades, others were daggers…

Just as the intelligence indicated, a group of spirit artifact hunters were causing trouble in Nanhai City, specifically targeting ferrymen and stealing their spirit artifacts.

Each magical artifact can sell for at least 10 on the black market, with no upper limit.

But... how did the ferryman's whereabouts get leaked?

Her purpose in coming to the city this time was threefold: first, to escort Luo Xiaoyu down the mountain; second, to deliver items and information to Jiang Liu; and third, to deal with the matter of the spirit weapon hunter.

Surrounded by six people, she remained calm, instead taking out a lipstick and applying it to her lower lip before pursing her lips.

"Bang~"

"Forget it, there's no point in wasting time talking to you. Let's dismember your limbs and then ask you slowly."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lost her nonchalant expression, suddenly turned to face the two people behind her, and her lips parted abruptly. Without any unnecessary shouting, a deep sonic boom exploded from her throat:

"Om——"

The air was distorted by the sound waves, and a sharp howl filled their ears. Even the floor trembled slightly, generating wind pressure that blasted directly at the two of them.

"What is that!?"

"What kind of magical artifact is this?"

The two men responsible for blocking the rear widened their eyes, and were instantly blasted away by the sound wave. Their eyes rolled back and they lost consciousness, and were directly shaken out of the alley and fell heavily onto the road.

Everything around her was shaking violently, and an invisible wave of sound rolled forward until Song Qingmei elegantly pursed her lips, at which point the sound wave completely dissipated, leaving only aftershocks echoing in the alleyway.

"It's a pity, beauty is just my least noteworthy advantage."

Song Qingmei's voice was alluring. As she spoke, she glanced at the person in the shadows on her right, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly as their eyes met.

"You're very tired today, you're too lazy to even breathe."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's breathing became rapid, his face visibly turned red, and he finally collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck.

“Spirit Weapon Hunters, you do have a wide range of territory, a large number of people, and rich intelligence routes. But unfortunately, there are differences between inspirations.”

Song Qingmei sneered, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the two people rushing towards her from the left. She calmly reapplied her lipstick and parted her lips slightly to the side:

"Om-"

In an instant, a sonic wave erupted, blasting the two men against the wall. The sonic pressure was like an invisible giant hand, pressing them firmly against the earthen wall until cracks appeared and the sound of bones shattering erupted from their bodies.

"Alright, now it's just you left."