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Nan Qing squatted down, extended her fair fingers, and gently lifted the chin of the bride ghost. On that half of her exquisite face, blood and tears had already congealed into beads.

"Poor little thing, go, endure the punishment you deserve, and then be reincarnated."

After saying that, she touched the forehead of the bride in her wedding dress, and the already dimmed soul instantly dissipated. Upon seeing this, the Taoist priest suddenly let out a hysterical roar.

"No! That's mine, mine!!"

He frantically made hand seals and chanted incantations, only to discover to his horror that the contractual bond between himself and the vengeful ghost in the wedding dress was being forcibly erased by some ancient and powerful force.

The Taoist priest was furious. He looked up in Nanqing's direction and was about to pounce, but before he could take a step, he was frozen in place by a golden talisman.

Su Lin held a peach wood sword in his hand, walking with ease. A talisman glowing with blue light was between his left fingers. He first glanced at Nan Qing, and then focused his gaze on the Taoist priest.

Suddenly, the ferocious look on the Taoist priest's face, which had been controlled by the talisman, faded, and he returned to the same expression he had when he first appeared. He looked at Su Lin, who exuded righteousness, and his gaze lingered on the peach wood sword in Su Lin's hand.

"The Su family's 'exorcism of evil'."

"Are you a member of the Su family?"

Su Lin remained expressionless. His moon-white robes made him appear even more otherworldly. His chin was slightly raised, and his gentle, jade-like face looked exceptionally upright in the sunlight.

"The next head of the Su family, Su Lin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist priest suddenly burst into a strange laugh, and his gaze instantly turned sinister.

"OK....."

"You're that little kid who used to follow behind Old Man Su."

Do you know how your grandfather hunted me down back then?!

Su Lin's peach wood sword drooped slightly, its tip gleaming with golden light, his voice remaining gentle:

“Zhengyang, the 146th successor to the position of Qingyang Temple, should be the Qingyang Daoist of this generation if you do not betray us.”

“You have been practicing forbidden techniques in secret, searching for souls everywhere and refining them for your own use. My Su family has been searching for you for more than ten years. It’s time to settle this matter.”

The Taoist priest laughed loudly, and strange black patterns suddenly appeared on his neck. He roared:

"What do you know!"

"The Xuanmen sect is declining; only forbidden techniques can continue its lineage!"

Su Lin remained silent, only pointing his sword at the man. He made a hand seal with his left hand, and golden light flowed from his fingertips. However, the Taoist priest Zheng Yang also used magic to break free of the restraints on his body. His Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and seven black wisps of energy shot out from his sleeves, transforming into hideous ghost faces that rushed towards him!

Su Lin neither dodged nor evaded, but lightly twirled the peach wood sword in his hand, the sword body radiating golden light, and the lightning patterns on the sword body lit up one by one.

"The mysteries of heaven and earth are the origin of all things."

As soon as the incantation was uttered, the ghostly faces that rushed towards them twisted and howled in mid-air, gradually revealing their true forms, which turned out to be seven young disciples dressed in Qingyang Taoist Temple attire.

Seeing this, Su Lin's gentle voice finally revealed a hint of anger:

"Zhengyang, you don't even spare your own disciple!"

Master Zhengyang retreated with a sinister grin, the bone bell in his hand jingling incessantly.

"It is their good fortune that they can dedicate themselves to their master's great cause!"

"Today, I will show you what real..."

The arrogant shouting suddenly stopped.

A dagger pierced his heart precisely from the front, the tip protruding through his back, and bright red blood immediately spilled out.

Qin Mobei pulled Nan Qinglou, who was watching with great interest, into his arms and pressed her head against his chest to stop her from looking at the pretentious man. His dark eyes were as cold as ice as he looked down at the two people facing each other.

"You talk too much nonsense."

A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. Swords and talismans, this pretty boy showing off these fancy moves in front of Qingqing, it's ridiculous!

In Donglin, if anyone dared to put on such a show in front of his empress, he would have them killed long ago!

Master Zhengyang's body began to convulse. No matter how many skills he possessed, he was still just a mortal. He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but Qin Mobei waved his hand again, and a black light instantly pierced through the man's brow.

This once renowned Taoist priest of Qingyang Temple, Zhengyang, collapsed without even being able to utter his last words.

Qin Mobei pinched Nan Qing's chubby chin, turning her face towards the direction where Daoist Zhengyang had fallen. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his dark pupils were fixed on her without blinking. Although he didn't say anything, Nan Qing instantly understood what he meant.

Nan Qing took a deep breath, forced an exaggerated smile, blinked her big eyes, and began her flamboyant performance by giving a thumbs-up:

"Wow~ Our Emperor is incredibly powerful! That person couldn't even withstand a single move from you!"

Qin Mobei's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his hand around her waist tightened before he gave a reserved reply:

"Um."

My mood instantly brightened, and even the chilly aura around me dissipated somewhat.

Su Lin sheathed his sword, turned to look at Nan Qing and Qin Mobei, who were embracing each other, his gentle face revealing no emotion:

"Mr. Qin's actions were swift and decisive."

Qin Mobei glanced at him indifferently and replied coldly, "Not as entertaining as Young Master Su's show."

Nan Qing: "......"

Let's have a showdown! Who can outdo you two?

When the group entered the cave, it was empty; they must have escaped through another passage.

The entire cave has been transformed into a huge laboratory, with the ceiling covered with cool white LED strips, illuminating the vast cave as brightly as day.

However, within this artificial light, there was a dense, yin energy that was invisible to the naked eye. This yin energy was so thick that it was impossible to disperse, like an invisible mist that clung to every instrument and corpse.

Sensing Nan Qing's slight trembling, Qin Mobei raised his hand and absorbed all the Yin energy into his body, which restored the temperature inside the cave to normal, making it no longer so cold and biting.

Nan Qing and the other two walked among giant glass jars, each containing a pale blue corpse. The corpses were all fixed upright by special supports, floating like specimens in the light green liquid.

Some bodies were dissected, revealing their blackened internal organs, while others were fitted with artificial blood vessels, with dark red blood slowly circulating in transparent tubes.

Nan Qing stopped in front of a dissected corpse jar. The skull of the corpse inside had been sawed open by one-third, exposing the cerebral cortex, which was covered with grooves. Dozens of silver needles were inserted into the gray surface of the cerebral cortex, with colored wires connected to the ends of the needles.

She tapped the jar with her finger, her eyes showing no fear, no disgust, no pity, only a soft click of her tongue, and said:

"Some people have really peculiar hobbies. Of all the things they could do, they just have to enjoy playing with corpses."

Humans...

It's always such a contradiction: both fearing death and desecrating life.

Those who play with death will eventually be played with by death.