Upon seeing this, Master Jin exclaimed in surprise, "It's Wong Tai Sin!"

Huang Xiangu was originally a female disciple, but she removed some of the ornaments related to immortals from her body just for the purpose of "crossing over to the underworld".

But at this critical moment, the spirit within her finally manifested its power.

Before I could even recover from this sudden turn of events, I saw Master Jin gritting his teeth, his hands gripping Huang Xiangu's shoulders tightly from behind like iron clamps, using all his strength to try and control her movements.

Even Su Mingyang, who had become timid and cowardly after seeing the ghost, clung tightly to Huang Xiangu's leg, constantly cursing to bolster his courage.

"A shaman can't cross the Shanhaiguan Pass. The spirit inside her won't last long. Quickly get rid of that water ghost on her!" Master Jin shouted at me.

I?

I have no idea how to send off spirits.

Master Jin struggled to control Huang Xiangu: "Use the Spirit Guiding Needle Technique."

I do know how to use the spirit-guiding needle.

This acupuncture technique is quite special and is used in certain funeral rites or when dealing with corpses believed to be haunted by spirits.

The mortician inserts spirit-guiding needles into the forehead, palms, and soles of the corpse, but the insertion depth is relatively shallow.

The purpose is to guide any potential spirits or grudges to be released or exorcised according to a set ritual procedure, so as to prevent spirits from wandering around the human world and causing disturbance or harm.

Although I had seen my grandfather use it, I had never tried it myself.

"Hurry up, we can't hold on any longer," Jin urged anxiously.

I turned my head and saw Huang Xiangu suddenly exert her strength.

Jin Ye was so shocked by her sudden struggle that he fell backward, his head hitting the ground hard, and he instantly lost consciousness.

At this moment, only Su Mingyang remained, clinging tightly to Huang Xiangu's leg, his body trembling uncontrollably, his face filled with terror and despair.

Yet they still gritted their teeth and persevered, making a final struggle.

I always carry the tools I use for sewing up corpses with me; they're small, just a cloth bag.

It's about the size of a cell phone when you put it in your pocket.

I took out the peach wood needles and used the remaining lime to draw a circle about three feet in diameter on the ground, then arranged the peach wood needles and silk threads in order.

This peach wood needle was given to me by my grandfather before he passed away. It wasn't used to sew up corpses, so I wore it as an ornament around my neck.

The needle is made of century-old peach wood, with a sharp tip and containing the power of peach wood to ward off evil.

The silk thread was also soaked in a mixture of black dog blood and cinnabar.

Black dog blood is used to ward off evil spirits, and cinnabar is used to suppress spirits; the combination of the two can deter ghosts and evil spirits.

We would normally need to prepare a tung oil lamp fueled by rapeseed oil, but we don't have that option now.

"Old Chen, hurry up, I'm fucking dying! This woman is too strong."

Seeing me slowly arranging things, Su Mingyang shouted anxiously.

I ignored him because once you get into a process, you can't interrupt it.

After arranging the items, I took out three cigarettes instead of incense and lit them in the east of the circle. I bit my index finger and scattered the smoke in the direction where Huang Xiangu was.

"Do not be alarmed, do not be angry, today I send you off to another place."

This is to soothe the restless emotions of the ghosts and make them feel that there is no malice intended.

Once everything was ready, I took a deep breath, picked up the peach wood needle and silk thread, and slowly walked up to Huang Xiangu.

At this moment, Huang Xiangu was still struggling violently, her body writhing like a python, trying to break free from Su Mingyang's restraints.

His eyes were filled with resentment and madness.

I took the peach wood needles and followed the steps of sewing up a corpse, starting with the "head".

Slowly threading the peach wood needle through the void, each time it is 'stitched,' a phrase is recited: "One needle dispels resentment, two needles resolve hatred, three needles sever thoughts, four needles dispel sorrow..."

As I was administering acupuncture, the phantom of Huang Daxian that rose behind Huang Xiangu began to fade gradually, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and gradually became transparent.

At the same time, the water plants that had been driven back seemed to sense that the danger had passed and began to surge wildly again.

Like a black tide, it quickly spread towards Su Mingyang.

Su Mingyang stared wide-eyed in horror. Before he could react, the water plants had already wrapped around his legs and waist and were rapidly climbing upwards.

As the water plants tightened their entanglement, his body was under immense pressure, his bones even cracking and popping, and his face instantly turned bright red.

"Help me! Old Chen, please help me!" Su Mingyang shouted at me with all his might.

I knew I couldn't afford to be distracted at this moment. If I stopped administering the acupuncture, not only would I fail to get rid of the water ghost, but it might also make it even more violent, and then everyone's lives would be in danger.

I gritted my teeth, hardened my heart, and completely ignored Su Mingyang's shouts, continuing to focus on the peach wood needle in my hand.

The peach wood needles darted through the air at an increasingly faster speed.

As the seaweed crawled into Su Mingyang's mouth, I finally finished sewing up the last stitch.

As the last needle was inserted, Huang Xiangu's struggles gradually weakened until she finally stopped moving, closed her eyes, and fell straight backward.

Huang Xiangu's body, which was originally disgusting and extremely bloated like a giant, began to slowly return to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The swollen skin gradually shrank, the distorted contours became smooth, and the blurred facial features became clear again.

At the same time, the rampant weeds and filthy mud, like wisps of clouds swept away by a gentle breeze, vanished without a trace in an instant.

The ground, which had been ravaged by aquatic plants, has now returned to its former cleanliness, as if nothing had ever happened.

They must have been sent away, right?

I looked at Su Mingyang.

As I expected, it was exactly what I had anticipated.

There was no trace of water plants on his body.

His mouth was wide open, and he kept stabbing his throat with both hands, making a strange gagging sound.

His eyes rolled upwards, exposing the whites of his eyes, leaving only a small black pupil visible at the edge, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

I walked up to him and patted him hard on the shoulder: "Snap out of it."

Su Mingyang was stunned by this sudden attack, and stood there frozen, his body stiffening slightly.

A moment later, he seemed to recover from that endless abyss of fear.

She suddenly hugged my leg, burst into tears, and snot streamed into her mouth.

"Old Chen... Waaah, I thought I was going to die. I've never been so scared before. I really thought I was going to die..."

Seeing that he was howling with great strength, he must be alright now.

I quickly went to see Jin Ye.

When he fell, the back of his head hit a broken chair leg, and blood was gushing out like crazy.

His face was deathly pale, and his breath was weak.

When I looked at Huang Xiangu again, my heart skipped a beat.

Her eyeballs were gone.