Spirit of a living person

t into the world... And I'm also unclear why they have so many informants in the outside world. Later, Mu Xia Qiao told me about these Corpse Refiners' schemes spanning years, and I realized there was...Drinking soul is usually executed better by close people as they are more sensitive to sound.

I don't have much of a connection with Liu Feifei, and I don't expect this to have any effect right away.

But that sound broke the silence, and something began to move in the still air.

Here is the underground, with sealed windows outside. Even if you break through, it's still in a confined environment.

The source of air is the ventilation ducts leading to the ground.

The whirring of the ventilation fan was faint, like a low moan from the "patients" who once lived in this underground house.

In the room where the shadow went, there was a small door. I followed it and shone my flashlight, revealing a dilapidated and rotten bed.

It's more like an operating table than a bed.

But this operating table was a little strange, like a giant massage chair. The lower half was still split and there were leather straps that were half rotten.

I hesitated for a moment, and my mind caught on to something — this was where Zheng Daochang had set up his practice as a travelling physician before, wasn't it This was the operating room where he performed abortions.

A chill ran down my spine thinking about this. How many tormented souls left these homes, their cycle of reincarnation brutally interrupted.

Perhaps already sensed, perhaps not yet formed…

I dared not look at the sickbed for too long. Younan's small hand patted my back and whispered, "Mama... there, there is someone..."

Huh!

I almost jumped out of my skin, even though I knew Liu Feifei was in this house. But Younan's low voice sent shivers down my spine.

Because I was holding Younan with one hand, Younan could see both directions forward and backward with me.

I turned to use the register's light to illuminate the direction Younan had pointed. It was indeed the entrance to that small door.

Behind the door, in the cold light of my flashlight, I saw a wooden ladder encased in metal.

Behind the wooden ladder, a gray-white face was faintly visible.

That was no ordinary vengeful spirit. Its face, with its gray-white eyeballs devoid of pupils, bore a gaze that pierced me like needles.

" —Zheng Daochang!" The face seemed about to vanish into the darkness, and I quickly called out his name!

The sound was like a bolt from the blue to the face, which had already been turned towards the darkness. Hearing it, the face suddenly turned directly towards the door.

A small door, like a boundary between two worlds. Since he dared to appear behind the door, it must be a dividing line.

I didn't rush forward recklessly, nor did I immediately invoke the thunderbolt.

I lowered the flashlight, not shining directly at the small door, and placed the Yu Nan gently by my feet.

"Zheng Daozhang." I repeated.

The humming sound from the ventilation shaft seemed to subside, and the air around them returned to a calm state after the sudden surge of energy moments before.

"Can you speak" I asked softly.

With such a polite attitude, the other party doesn't seem to intend to strike for now.

But being stared at by such a half-hearted ghost face, my heart still pounds.

"...Where is the younger generation... Come here to die..." A hoarse voice came out, and my heart relaxed instead.

He can communicate! He's not an ordinary ghost!

I handed the flashlight to Younan. His height cast his shadow onto the small door, but it wouldn't directly illuminate that pale gray face, just right.

"……"I performed a disciple's internal courtesy to the Shen family member in front of me. There seemed to be a moment of stunned silence on their face.

"Master Zheng, this junior has learned your name and origins. Please cease your transgressions and hasten to the cycle of rebirth." I tried to persuade him gently.

"...."

Facing the silence, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

I clutched the Zi Xiao Ruyi in one hand, prepared to deal with any sudden situations.

It's probably due to my personality that I always tend to play catch-up.

I was once teased by my older brother for being someone who "leaves ghosts alone, and ghosts leave me alone."

Although he often teased and made sarcastic remarks, he rarely took the initiative to use force. No one in the Xuanmen sect liked to resolve grievances through aggression.

Ugh... I thought about my brother again. I shook my head, trying to clear it. Since Jiang Qiyun said seven seven forty-nine days, I'd better not overthink things.

"Daozhang Senior..." I hesitantly spoke again.

"Senior… huhuhuh…" A strange, rasping laugh like a gasp echoed from the black doorway.

Hearing this, I knew that no matter how much I said, it wouldn't change anything. So, I silently tightened my grip on the sword formula, ready to transform the Purple Sky Ruyi into a jade sword.

"...I...have been banished from the mountain gate for many years... Where do I deserve to be called an 'elder' by your Shen family..." His voice was low, but his tone was somewhat sharp.

Like a file scraping against rust.

“Even if I am expelled from the mountain gate, I am ultimately a disciple of the Shen family. My senior has fallen into the demonic path. Now that I see my fellow disciples of the Shen family, I should repent and return to the righteous path. I will perform rituals at the altar and do everything in my power to alleviate the karmic sins and grievances of my predecessors, purifying the atmosphere here.” I said seriously.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph... A mere young woman dares to be so audacious... The Shen family is already gone..." Zheng Daochang sneered in reply.

Indeed, over thousands of years, the Taishang Xuanmen has taught countless disciples.

Some aristocratic families and sects are very serious about their lineages, accepting only those with good fortune, heavenly talent, and compatible Eight Characters (a system of Chinese astrology). Some even go so far as to consider facial features and bone structure.

Some influential clans and sects adopt an open-door policy, believing that anyone who is sincere in their pursuit of the Dao should be welcomed regardless of their background.

In this age of decline, faith has long since waned, leaving only a small number of people who still hold reverence.

It's great if more schools and clans can accept more disciples. There's no room to be picky.

But the unspoken rule within the circle is that if a disciple from a particular family causes trouble, then that family naturally takes responsibility for it.

This is firstly the rules of the Jianghu, and secondly, it's about face for the sect.

So even though I sincerely advise for good, in Zheng Daozhang's eyes, I am just a younger generation trying to "fix" the mess made by a senior.

It seems that a direct approach won't work. I have to take a step back and say, "The woman who just entered… I implore you, esteemed one, show mercy and cease this bloodshed..."

"That woman...hmph...is definitely not a good person. Since she dares to provoke this old man, naturally, I will make sure she has no way back!"

Here it is!

I heard a sound of wood hitting the ground, and suddenly a broken glass window behind me shattered!

"Mother, be careful!" Younan reacted quickly, immediately stepping in front of me and burying his small body under my legs, dodging the flying shards of glass.

Outside these windows is just a dirt wall, it's just for decoration.

I was wearing a windbreaker, the dust and debris hitting it didn't bother me. But the atmosphere around me had become aggressively charged, I was worried something else might fly out.

Thousands of kalpas ago, the Dharma prevailed and its influence was boundless.

Holding aloft a golden Ruyi scepter, he proclaimed the Jade Emperor's Sutra.

Unkempt and turned to dust, a signal was sent out as quickly as fire and wind.

Ding!

A rotten platter suddenly flew over me, I raised my hand with sword qi to block it, splitting it directly in two, falling to the ground and hitting the rotten fur strips, making two muffled sounds.

My whole body was tensed up.

The iron bed behind him, a bed that had held countless people and soaked in the blood of countless grievances, began to tremble with a "creaking" sound.

Is it coming

I stared warily at the small door, silently assuming a defensive stance and shielding Yunan behind me.

"Hissss..." Where was that hiss coming from

I had some doubts, but my eyes dared not move an inch.

From within the black door, a hand suddenly emerged, skeletal and covered in black spots.

Fingers like claws, clutching the door frame.

A wild and sharp scream suddenly came from behind the door.

"Xiaoqiao!!!!!!!!!!!!!"'s why my brother and I traveled a long way to this mountain village." … The hole in the Shen family's house wasn't enough to keep you busy You actually have the time to deal with other things." Jiang...