Unlike last time, this woman had an iron chain tied around her waist.

"Sir! What's going on here? Why are there chains around the corpse?!"

The fat man saw the chain and reached out to grab it, but I slapped him.

"Go ahead and touch it if you want to die!"

I cursed in annoyance.

Although the coffin itself didn't seem to have any evil aura, the chain clearly made me feel uneasy.

"It should be the [Soul-Binding Chains]!"

The woman stared at the chain for a long time before slowly speaking.

Although the older woman's skill level wasn't particularly high, she at least knew some esoteric knowledge.

Some of their obscure knowledge is even more extensive than I know.

The Soul-Binding Chain, as the name suggests, is used to bind souls; it is an extremely cruel magical artifact.

What is this?

The fat man had never heard of it before, so he looked at the old woman with a puzzled expression.

I patiently explained it to the fat man.

"Unless there's a deep-seated hatred, no one would use this thing; it's a deal that could wipe out your lineage!"

After I finished explaining briefly, I sighed slightly.

I saw this thing in the book that Yingniang left me; it has been lost for many years.

It can trap a person's soul, keeping it forever immersed in suffering, preventing it from falling into the cycle of reincarnation.

The price is that the user will also suffer a backlash. I find it hard to imagine why a fat man would have such a thing in his house.

This hatred is far too great!