You're already dead

　　Aria's tongue was like a cowhide tendon, wrapped around Luna's neck as if she wanted to strangle her alive.

　　"Borrow the power of Zhu Rong, the God of Fire. let the celestial fire exterminate the evil!"

　　Luna didn't slow down as she bellowed, and the Yellow Taoist Talisman at her fingertips immediately transformed into a fiery serpent that burned Aria's tongue in half.

　　"You go first, I'll deal with her." Luna said to me.

　　"Thank you then." I said and hurriedly crawled towards the well, I don't know how to catch ghosts and it's useless to stay, so I might as well run away earlier.

　　"Trying to leave after lying to me, no way." Aria roared, that thick hair immediately transformed into a terrifying black snake, then chased me towards the wall of the well.

　　I shivered in fear and crawled faster, while Luna drew the peach wood sword behind her back and chopped down all the black snakes on the well wall.

　　Those black snakes twitched for a while after they landed on the ground, and instead of turning back into hair, they turned into a disgusting maggot.

　　I didn't dare to look at it again, and crawled towards the well with all my strength, and when I was almost there, Stein and Orwell reached out towards me from above, and I immediately jumped out as soon as I borrowed the strength.

　　Damn, finally out, the bottom of that well is both scary and depressing, and almost got fucked by a female ghost, this experience is a bit shameful to talk about.

　　Outside the well, besides Orwell and Stein, there was also a human skin and a weasel, the weasel squeaked, but was tied up, even difficult to move, and its eyes were covered by a Yellow Taoist Talisman.

　　Orwell said that a girl came just now and finished Lucky with three strokes of her hand, and used a Yellow Taoist Talisman to cover Lucky's eyes, saying that its eyes were evil and that it couldn't look at them, or else it would be trapped.

　　Luna's Taoist Talisman is really higher than Stella's, this weasel is not a problem at all, I just don't know if she can fight the evil spirits at the bottom of the well, by all accounts, that sword should have injured Aria just now, and Luna has a good chance of winning.

　　The bottom of the well was constantly emitting the sound of fighting, a burst of gloomy wind blew up from the bottom of the well, Luna never came up.

　　At this point I came to the weasel and I kicked it and asked if it could talk.

　　It squeaked a few more times, obviously not. Does this thing need human skin to talk? It is not particularly high, and the real Huang Daxian is far from it, in the north, there are legends of Huang Daxian transformed into a beautiful man to steal the girl, steal back to use up and eat, are not happy to steal chickens, so no one dares to offend Huang Daxian, are able to worship worship.

　　I told Stein to put the human skin back on it, but don't untie the rope, and don't reveal the Yellow Taoist Talisman, I have something to ask it, and there is one thing it may know.

　　Stein was a little puzzled but did as he was told, and sure enough, the Siberian weasel was able to speak again.

　　"Get off me, get off me!" The weasel kept yelling.

　　"Quiet, I'll slaughter you for a drink right now if you don't." I kicked it again, it was a little more honest, but the body was still struggling, but it was completely useless, the rope was very thick and hard, even if a tiger tied it, it would never want to struggle away.

　　"Tell me, is he ..." I pointed to Orwell, "is he village chief s stupid son?"

　　Weasel suddenly stopped struggling, do not move and do not speak, Orwell, on the contrary, was very excited, he grabbed my collar and scolded, "What do you mean."

　　I forcibly struggled away and then asked back, "You told us that you let us just call you Orwell, so what is your name anyway?"

　　"My name ... my name ... hey, my head hurts, what's my name? My second uncle's name is Luís, so my name should be?" Orwell suddenly clutched his head and shook it frantically, as if he had a violent headache, but what his name was, he actually didn't know himself.

　　"Also, you told us that you're in your thirties, but you look, obviously, like you're in your forties, or even close to fifty, showing your age can't be so exaggerated." I added.

　　Orwell was completely confused, he looked bewildered, then kept asking himself who the hell he was. He held his head and screamed angrily, as if trying to ease the pain a little.

　　But it didn't help at all, he still couldn't remember, and there was no way he could answer on the questions I asked.

　　"Your name is Jonas," Weasel said suddenly.

　　When Orwell heard that, he seemed to remember immediately, and he said to me ecstatically, "Yes, I remember, my name is Jonas, haha, I remember."

　　"Wrong, it's not that you remembered, it's that it said it to you." I said pointing at the weasel.

　　Orwell's face, which had just looked so jovial, darkened once more, he was even more confused than I was.

　　"Go ahead, you must know what's going on." I kicked the weasel again, but this time, extraordinarily lightly, because the weasel stopped struggling and stiffening his mouth.

　　After a minute or so, the weasel sighed and told the truth.

　　It turned out that Orwell had been dead for a long time, and that after the death of his second uncle Luís, he had tried to rescue Aria, but the village chief's eldest son had found out, and had been taken to the river to have his head pressed into the water for punishment, but the thing didn't know what it was doing, and had drowned Orwell outright.

　　Just that night, Aria turned into a ghost and killed the village chief's family, leaving only the fool behind.

　　The fool already had three souls, and although he wasn't killed, this scare directly scared his other two souls out of possession.

　　At this time, Weasel sacrificed half of his magical power and twenty years of life to change his destiny, and put the two souls of Orwell, who was already dead, into the fool's body.

　　Only two souls, because Orwell lost Sound Soul, can not be retrieved, that is the soul of memory, so Orwell will be some memory loss, some things how can not remember, he forgot his original appearance, name, and his own already dead things.

　　Now Orwell, the soul is still his own, but the physical body is that village chief stupid son, the real him, has long been dead.

　　We heard, dumbfounded, even Orwell also open mouth, but can not send out words, for a moment do not know what to say.

　　It was too much of a mystery, and coming from the mouth of a cunning weasel, to be believed?

　　I believed it after a few minutes of thinking, not to mention that it had no reason to make up such a story to lie to us, just think of all the strange things together can be known, the weasel's words should not be false.

　　Orwell was dead, but his soul was still his own, but his body was that of the village chief's stupid son, and that explained everything, including his age.

　　This was too much of a shock for Orwell, he couldn't accept or react for a moment, but I said to him in a hurry, "I know why you can't invoke your second uncle's soul, that's because you're not his nephew at all, call him something else, don't call him second uncle, call him Luís, quick!"

　　With Equinox Flower's tattoo, it's still possible to psychically invoke souls, only it's not as effective as the loved ones invoking souls, no matter what, we have to try, Luna may not necessarily win down there, judging by the situation just now, Luís is very important to Aria, and if we can invoke his soul, it'll be foolproof.

　　Orwell didn't know if he had accepted what the weasel had just said, but he listened to what I said, and he began to call out for Luís at the weasel's grave.

　　Just at this time, a mahogany sword flew up and crossed the entrance of the well, only to hear a few da-da-da-da-da's, Luna quickly jumped up from below, then grabbed the mahogany sword and jumped out of the well.

　　"Hurry up, that ghost is so powerful, I still can't beat her even though she's injured." Luna said as she came up covered in blood.