Chapter 208: Harvesting a Minion

Huo Qinghuang's eyes focused and his body suddenly flew into the air.

The next moment, dozens of corpse puppets emerged from the cracks, baring their fangs and claws, roaring and pouncing towards Huo Qinghuang.

The number of these corpse puppets far exceeded Huo Qinghuang's imagination. They densely surrounded her feet, stretched out their arms, jumped around and tried to pull her down.

"How many graves did you dig to gather so many corpses?"

Looking at the demons dancing wildly under his feet, Huo Qinghuang's eyes twitched slightly.

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure emerged from the ground. It was a ghost cultivator wearing a black robe!

The ghost cultivator had a haggard face, sunken eyes, and a strong yin aura emanating from his body.

In his hand he held a bone banner, on which was depicted a horrific skull with a huge black hole-like mouth, as if it was a passage to hell.

"Little girl, how dare you ruin my good thing!"

The ghost cultivator looked at Huo Qinghuang coldly, his voice hoarse and cold.

Huo Qinghuang's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "How dare a mere ghost cultivator act so presumptuously in front of me?"

When the ghost cultivator heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Arrogant! Do you think that with your little Taoist skills, you can compete with me?"

Huo Qinghuang sneered: "Just try it and you'll know."

Before she finished speaking, her aura suddenly changed.

Her pupils flashed with a cold golden light, and a powerful pressure instantly spread out in all directions with her as the center.

She did not make hand seals as complicated as before, but just raised her hand lightly and whispered, "Break!"

In an instant, countless golden talismans appeared out of thin air and shot towards the corpse puppets at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Wherever the golden talisman goes, it exudes divine power that suppresses everything.

The corpse puppet didn't even have time to struggle before it turned into powder and disappeared in the gloomy and desolate mountain, without even a drop of black sewage left.

"How is that possible!"

The ghost cultivator's terrified voice echoed in the mountains, full of disbelief.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Huo Qinghuang's eyes were as fast as lightning. He took a step forward and appeared in front of the ghost cultivator.

The previous attack had depleted eight out of ten of the spiritual power in her dantian.

But even so, for her, one punch is enough to deal with a mere ghost cultivator!

"boom!"

She punched down with unstoppable force, hitting the ghost cultivator like a meteor.

When the ghost cultivator saw this, his face changed drastically and he hurriedly waved the white bone banner in his hand, trying to block the attack.

"boom!"

The fist wind collided with the white bone banner, making a deafening sound.

The ghost cultivator only felt an unrivaled force coming from the white bone banner, which made his arms numb. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"puff!"

The ghost cultivator spat out a mouthful of black blood and his face turned pale in an instant.

He looked at Huo Qinghuang in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You, who are you?"

The ghost cultivator spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly.

Huo Qinghuang looked at him coldly and said indifferently: "Who am I? You are not worthy of knowing."

She walked towards the ghost cultivator step by step, and every step seemed to step on the ghost cultivator's heart, making him feel extremely oppressive.

"You...you can't kill me!"

The ghost cultivator struggled to retreat, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

Huo Qinghuang said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

When the ghost cultivator heard this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

However, Huo Qinghuang's next words made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"I will make you live a life worse than death."

She walked up to the ghost cultivator, put her hand on his forehead, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness quickly penetrated into his body and began to explore his memory.

The ghost cultivator's body began to tremble violently, his eyes filled with fear.

He wanted to struggle, but Huo Qinghuang's hands were like iron clamps, firmly controlling him.

After a moment, Huo Qinghuang withdrew his hand, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"It's you, great Song family."

Huo Qinghuang murmured in a low voice.

From the ghost cultivator's memory, we learned that this ghost cultivator was indeed the one invited by Old Master Song.

Mr. Song’s purpose was simple, he wanted to kill Huo Yuheng and get the whereabouts of Song Yuanhang from his soul.

As long as Huo Yuheng dies, the Huo family will be in chaos, and the Song family will have to break the current situation that is about to fall apart. After embezzling the Huo family's property, they may even go a step further.

"That's a really good calculation."

Huo Qinghuang shook her head and chuckled.

She looked down at the dying ghost cultivator, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

People like this deserve to be put to death.

She swung her fist decisively, and was about to kill the opponent with one blow, but after thinking for a moment, she retracted her fist.

This guy may be hateful, but if she can use him well, she won't need to take any action to take revenge on the Song family.

"Do you want to die?"

She asked calmly, with a hint of amusement in her tone.

The ghost cultivator was already lying on the ground, worse off than death, but after hearing this, he still raised his head with difficulty and asked in a hoarse and weak voice: "You, what on earth do you want to do?"

Huo Qinghuang squatted down and stared at him coldly: "I'll give you a chance, a chance to live."

The ghost cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "You, you won't kill me?"

Huo Qinghuang chuckled: "Kill you? That's too easy for you. I want you to do something for me. If you do it well, I can consider letting you live."

The ghost cultivator gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

Huo Qinghuang said calmly: "It's very simple. Go back to the Song family and give them a taste of their own medicine."

“…”

The ghost cultivator looked at her in shock, not expecting her to make such a request.

"Isn't this asking me to break my promise? No, I can't do that, can I?"

He said with difficulty.

"Hmm? You're quite trustworthy?"

Huo Qinghuang glanced at him in surprise and shook her head: "You are just a tool. The Song family uses you, and I use you too. What's the difference? What's more, do you still have a choice now?"

The ghost cultivator was silent.

He knew that he really had no choice.

If he didn't agree to Huo Qinghuang, death would be the only thing waiting for him.

Or die immediately, without even waiting for the third watch.

"Okay, I promise."

The ghost cultivator nodded with difficulty.

Huo Qinghuang smiled with satisfaction: "Very good. However, in order to prevent you from regretting it, I have to leave something on you."

Before she finished her words, she drew a talisman in the air, and in a few strokes it formed a golden talisman which quickly sank into the ghost cultivator's body.

"ah!"

The ghost cultivator let out a shrill scream and his body began to tremble violently.

Countless black lines appeared on his skin, as if something was wreaking havoc inside his body.

"This is the Soul-Eating Curse!" the ghost cultivator shouted in horror.

Huo Qinghuang said calmly: "Yes, it is the Soul Devouring Curse. From now on, as long as you disobey my orders, you will suffer the pain of soul devouring day and night until you complete the mission, or your soul is scattered."

When the ghost cultivator heard this, his eyes were filled with despair.

He knew that he was completely finished.

You will never be able to escape the other party's control in this life and will completely become their pawn.

Huo Qinghuang no longer paid attention to the ghost cultivator and turned to leave the barren mountain.