At this time, Mrs. Yun did not understand the deep meaning of these words, and could not help but comfort him.

"Don't be silly."

Yun Lan Yi already had an idea in her mind. She turned to look at her mother and then spoke.

"Everyone likes Yun Ji now, so I will take her body. What do you think, mother?"

The moonlight shone through the window screen, half of her face was hidden in the shadow, and there was a crazy light in her eyes.

The blood-stained jade hairpin was tightly grasped in his palm, and he was unaware of the fragments piercing his flesh.

At this moment, her mind was filled with only one thought: even if she fell into the endless hell, she would drag Yun Ji with her to eternal damnation!

Since I can't be the most noble daughter of the Yun family, then I'll be a ghost that takes lives.

Even Mrs. Yun had never thought of doing this.

"you mean?"

"Mother, do you still remember what's hidden in the secret compartment of our grandfather's study?"

Yun Lanyi's voice was gentle, but it made Madam Yun shiver all over.

"The Secret Book of Soul Transfer?!" Madam Yun gasped, "That's a forbidden technique! If it fails, the caster's soul will be shattered, and they will never be able to reincarnate!"

Yun Lanyi slowly stood up and walked barefoot across the mess on the ground.

She opened the window and looked at the sky in the distance.

"It doesn't matter if my soul is scattered. I only want Yun Ji's body. I want her to watch me use her face and enjoy everything about her."

Madam Yun took a deep breath and made a decision in her heart.

"Now that you've made up your mind, let me help you."

…

Just after the third watch, Madam Yun, wearing a dark cloak, walked through the winding corridors of the Yun Mansion like a ghost.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and only the green lamp in her hand illuminated the way ahead.

The wick was soaked in corpse oil, and it burned a cold green flame. It couldn't warm the night at all, but it could avoid the eyes and ears of the night watchmen.

Outside Yun Wangtian's study, two guards were leaning on their spears and drowsy.

Madam Yun shook out a wisp of bewitching incense from her sleeve, and green smoke rose up. The guard's eyelids immediately felt heavy as lead.

In just three breaths, snoring sounds began to rise one after another.

She gently pushed open the carved wooden door, and was greeted by the scent of aged ink and the unique, decadent aroma of ancient books.

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled lattice shadows on the bluestone floor.

Madam Yun sneered and ran her fingertips over the "Yun Family Instructions" on the third shelf of the bookshelf.

As she gave the volume a half-turn, there was a clattering sound of gears turning from within the wall.

The secret compartment slowly opened, revealing a yellowed ancient book inside. On the cover were written four large characters "Secret Book of Soul Transfer" in cinnabar, and the brushstrokes were as hideous as blood.

Madam Yun's breathing quickened. She reached out to take the book, but the moment she touched it, a flash of golden light burned her fingers.

"Bloodline restriction?"

She retracted her hand in pain, looked at the green smoke coming out of her fingertips, and resentment flashed in her eyes.

"You're even on guard against me, damn old bastard!"

Then she took out a white porcelain bottle from her arms and murmured.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

The porcelain bottle contained a drop of Yun Lanyi's blood. As that drop of blood dripped, the restriction was lifted, and the rustling sound of the pages turning was particularly clear in the silent night.

Madam Yun greedily browsed through those bizarre pictures and texts, using skin to make paper, bones to make pens, and even the blood of her loved ones to draw talismans... Every page exuded a disgusting smell of blood.

…

It was a dark night, and only a dim oil lamp was lit in the side hall in the backyard of the Yun Mansion, making Mrs. Yun's face half bright and half dark.

She sat upright on a rosewood chair, her eyes as cold as a knife.

"Xiao He, how long have you been following the Second Young Lady?"

She suddenly spoke, her voice soft but carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.

The maid kneeling on the ground trembled, her forehead almost touching the ground.

"Ma'am, it's been five years."

Madam Yun curled her lips slightly, took out a brocade bag embroidered with gold thread from her sleeve, and gently placed it on the table.

The mouth of the brocade bag was slightly open, revealing a few round oriental pearls inside, which glowed with a cold luster under the candlelight.

"Five years isn't a short time. You have a sickly younger brother at home, right?"

Xiao He looked up suddenly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

Madam Yun continued slowly, "I heard that he needs a certain herb called Chalcedony and Ganoderma Lucidum to prolong his life, but it's a pity that this medicine is worth a fortune."

She tapped the sachet lightly with her fingertips and continued.

"There's enough stuff in here for you to buy ten plants."

Xiao He's breathing quickened, her fingers tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, but she didn't take it immediately.

Madam Yun suddenly leaned forward and lowered her voice to a very low level.

"What I want you to do is very simple. Just add a little Soul Locking Powder to the Second Young Lady's tea tomorrow."

Xiao He's pupils suddenly shrank. Soul-Locking Powder is a medicine that can seal a person's supernatural power!

"No, my lady has done me such a great favor. Madam, please forgive me."

"Don't worry, no one will die."

Mrs. Yun moved forward slightly, a little closer to Xiaohe.

"You don't want your brother to suffer every day, do you?"

After a long time, Xiao He reached out her hand tremblingly and grabbed the brocade bag.