"Three uncles", I shouted. The compass really points out that there are two breath of soul. In order to further confirm the specific direction, I need to do a magic.

"three uncles, put the blood on the Changxiang and light it. Recite the names of the fifth day and the third aunt. They are nearby. They must be able to sense them," I said.

uncle Sanshu was excited and trembled, and cut a long wound on his middle finger. The blood almost soaked the fragrance.

Zhao Gang's ghost was trapped in the grass man, and the seal it placed had no effect. Soon I found the ghost of the fifth...