Yun Yuan flipped his palm downwards and the rune disappeared.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"I'm just a kid passing by." The shadow's eyes rolled around, and seeing that the woman in front of him seemed to have relaxed her guard, he seized the opportunity to run away.

Then it was slapped on the wall again.

It hurts so much! The shadow felt his soul eroding, and he was shocked and terrified.

Yun Yuan slowly retracted his right hand, his expression calm, and slapped a truth talisman on the phantom.

"Be honest, was it Fu Wanqing who sent you here?"

The ghostly energy around the shadow surged, as if it was struggling hard, but it eventually subsided, just like a stone thrown into a lake, which only caused a few ripples before becoming silent.

"Yes." As soon as he said that, he slowly slumped to the ground, resigned to his fate, and said weakly, "How did you know?"

Facing his question, Yun Yuan did not intend to answer his question, but continued to ask: "What are you doing here?"

"Head...hair." The shadowy figure stammered with difficulty for a few times before squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "I have been ordered to take three strands of your hair a day for a...year."

Yun Yuan's expression grew increasingly cold, and she asked, "How long have you been taking your hair?"

The phantom became more and more certain that the person opposite was not Yun Yuan, but an old monster who came from nowhere and pretended to be Yun Yuan. If she was really Yun Yuan, with her current strength, she would definitely know everything he had done in the past.

He replied: "Three more... uh..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly groaned, and his whole body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, unable to speak anymore.

"Three? Three days, three weeks, or three months?"

The phantom's face was distorted, and he grabbed his neck in pain. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, he exploded like a balloon that was inflated to the extreme.

In an instant, a thick black aura gushed out from the explosion and quickly spread.

These black gases rolled and twisted wildly in the air as if they had life, but not long after, they began to gradually dissipate until they completely disappeared.

"It's the Ghost Servant Technique," the system said. "Fu Wanqing sensed something was wrong and used the contract to control the Ghost Servant, causing it to self-destruct."

Yun Yuan looked solemn and said, "Let me see what Fu Wanqing is doing."

"Okay, host!" The system found Fu Wanqing's location and brought up the live broadcast screen.

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In an upscale residential complex in City B, in an elegantly decorated bedroom, a woman in a white Taoist robe was sitting upright on the big bed.

Suddenly her face turned pale and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of her mouth, spilling onto the bed sheet embroidered with small white flowers.

"Who on earth captured my ghost servant?" Fu Wanqing covered her chest with her hands, her brows furrowed, her face full of pain.

It has been a year since she traveled here. After understanding what she has learned during this period, she knows that the Taoist priests today lack inheritance and are far less powerful than those a thousand years ago.

Moreover, she was a Heavenly Master who lived thousands of years ago. In this world where Taoism was declining, she believed that no one could compare to her when it came to Taoist cultivation.

"Could it be that a powerful person has come out of seclusion?" Fu Wanqing did not doubt Yun Yuan.

In her opinion, apart from her peculiar fate, Yun Yuan is no different from an ordinary woman.

Besides, if Yun Yuan had such ability, how could she allow the ghost servant to steal her hair? And it took so long, so it definitely couldn't be Yun Yuan.

"It's a pity that the ghost servant didn't bring back Yun Yuan's hair."

Fu Wanqing got out of bed, squatted in front of the cupboard, reached her hands to the bottom layer, and took out a clay jar filled with black air.

There were twelve runes painted on the earthenware jar with cinnabar. Nine of the runes had lost their original bright colors and became dull, showing a heart-pounding dark tone. Only the last three runes still retained the original color of cinnabar.

Fu Wanqing carefully carried the earthenware jar to the center of the room and sat on the floor. In the past, whenever she felt unwell, she would draw the breath from it to nourish herself.

Fu Wanqing closed her eyes tightly and muttered something, as if she was chanting an ancient and obscure spell.

As her chanting began, the earthenware jar began to move strangely, as if the liquid inside had suddenly boiled. The lid kept shaking slightly, and accompanied by a series of "da da da" sounds, billowing black mist continued to emerge.

At this moment, Yun Yuan felt as if her body was entangled by countless thin threads, and she felt very uncomfortable.

But not long after, this strange feeling receded like the tide and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

On the other side, Fu Wanqing opened her eyes and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"How is this possible!" She widened her eyes, her face full of astonishment and disbelief.

"Why doesn't Yun Yuan have any negative factors anymore? What on earth is Gu Juncheng doing? I clearly told him to make Yun Yuan suffer, but what's going on now?"

Yun Yuan raised an eyebrow: "So it's the method of seizing luck with one's own life object."

This life-threatening method can be said to be high risk, high reward.

First of all, it has quite strict requirements. In addition to the natal objects, such as hair, nails, and birth date, it also requires the owner to be in a negative state for a long time, such as depression, fatigue, physical deficiency, self-doubt, etc.

Depending on the good or bad fortune, this state will last for a year or several years. During this period, once the state of the person changes, everything the caster has will be slowly returned.

High returns mean that after the spell is completed, the caster will completely possess the fate of the person being cast. No matter what method is used in the future, the person being cast will not be able to take it back. It is like it is innate, and no matter how powerful the master is, he will not be able to see any clues.

Now that Yun Yuan is here, Fu Wanqing's magic has been broken. Everything she took away from the original owner will have to be returned gradually in the future.

Yun Yuan had studied the Secret Book of Heaven. She looked at Fu Wanqing's face and, combining it with the birth date and eight characters given by the system, easily figured out that Fu Wanqing had committed two of the five disadvantages: one was a widow, which would harm her husband; the other was an orphan, which would harm her parents.

Two of the three deficiencies have been committed. One is the lack of power and the inability to obtain authority.

The second is lack of money, which is relatively minor. Judging from her facial features, Fu Wanqing is already trying her best to make up for the gap in "money".

Fu Wanqing was devastated. She had finally reunited with her lover from her previous life, but as long as her fate did not change, she would not be able to be with Gu Junyan.

Thinking of Gu Junyan, Fu Wanqing felt both distressed and guilty.

Since she was little, her master had always told her, "You must remember that there is a flaw in your destiny. You must not let your emotions get in the way. If you do, you will bring hardship to the one you love, and then you will regret it too late."

A fortune teller cannot tell his own fortune.

She was initially skeptical about her master's words, wondering if they were just lies he made up to get her to concentrate on her cultivation.