He shouted, "Don't forget the promise!"

Suddenly, the infant spirit inside the jar let out a shriek, the soul liquid surged violently, and countless black tentacles stretched out from the mouth of the jar, instantly wrapping around my ankles.

"Oh no! Resentful energy has entered his body!"

Liu Sandao's expression changed drastically the moment the peach wood sword cleaved through the tentacle.

I saw the infant spirit's face twisted and deformed, its once clear pupils now stained with black mist.

The remnant soul of the female ghost let out a mournful cry: "My child!"

Her resentment mingled with the black aura of the infant's spirit, turning all the candlelight on the altar a ghostly blue.

At the critical moment, Liu Sandao suddenly bit his tongue and spat his heart's blood onto the soul-guiding tablet.

The talisman's red light surged, but at the same time, the soul-suppressing tattoo on his chest began to bleed.

That was the backlash from forcibly using forbidden techniques.

"Quickly recite the Rebirth Mantra!"

Liu Sandao roared and shook the Soul-Binding Bell, making my eardrums ache.

I endured the excruciating pain of the black energy entering my body, bit my fingertip to draw a blood talisman on the peach wood sword, and then, along with the incantation, stabbed it into the black pottery jar.

The moment the sword tip touched the mouth of the jar, the infant's soul let out a deafening cry.

The ghost's remnant soul suddenly transformed into a cocoon of light, enveloping the jar.

Upon seeing this, Liu Sandao immediately took out the last antidote talisman.

"She's using her last remaining soul to protect her child!"

In the ashes of the burning talisman, I saw what the female ghost looked like in her previous life.

A young mother holds her baby in her arms, her face beaming with happiness.

As the Rebirth Mantra reached its final verse, the black pottery jar emitted a buzzing sound, and the black aura of the infant's soul was completely drawn out, transforming into a golden light that shot into the sky.

The female ghost gave us a deep look, bowed deeply, and a faint murmur drifted through the air: "Thank you..."

Liu Sandao slumped to the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the gradually brightening sky: "If you meddle in other people's business again, I'll be a dog."

I rubbed my wrist, which was burned by the black energy, and looked at the mess on the altar.

In the morning light, the lotus pattern on the black pottery jar gleamed with a warm luster, as if it had never been tainted by resentment.

From the direction of the western alleyway in the distance, faint cries could be heard.

It is unclear whether it is a newborn baby or a little soul that has finally been reborn.