Huang Xiaolong used an Illusion Technique, and then summoned the wandering souls near the hospital.
He released just a sliver of the Yin Emperor's majesty, and those souls were so frightened they almost collapsed, hastily floating over to kneel down in front of Huang Xiaolong in a well-behaved throng.
"Woo woo~~ woo woo~~ woo woo woo~~~"
These souls all burst into sorrowful cries, as if they had encountered something heartbreakingly dismal.
"No way? My lord, there are so many souls~~ easily over a hundred~~" Qingqing, standing to the side, was dumbstruck.
"Hmm~~ Normally, when a person loses their soul, the spirit would not, and dare not, stray far; it always stays near the body... heh, it seems this hospital's business must be quite good." Huang Xiaolong chuckled, then inquired, "Tell me, how did you lose your souls, what thing bewitched you?"
"My lord~~ we don't know, we are also unclear, it just happened in a daze."
