052. Borrowing a Knife
The scriptures left by the Qing family include not only orthodox methods, but also evil methods that are regarded as heterodox.
It's just a matter of seeing how to use it.
Qingling came here specifically to see if the ghost that made Yang Chengcai look like that was strong enough. The ghosts in this room were enough to cause some trouble.
“It’s okay to collect the debt of karma, but if you hurt innocent people, it will be difficult for you to enter the cycle of reincarnation.” Qing Ling said this in advance to these newly dead ghosts who still had some rationality.
The evil spirits could be easily provoked to kill. The eyes of the girl who seemed to be the youngest and most fragile were red, and the evil spirit was the strongest. She looked so pitiful, but also revealed a bit of cold and strangeness. She said: "If these beasts are alive and well, we will not be able to rest in peace in the underworld."
"Kill them and turn them into rotten meat!"
The few people who had already lost their minds seemed to be touched by the word "kill", and the suppressed evil energy around them began to become unstable.
"No rush, let's do it at night." Qing Ling entered the room and closed the door, then walked to the table. The naked female ghosts around him immediately moved away.
Yang Chengcai's soul was still lying on the ground, as if he had lost the land of peace and tranquility, and was muttering dirty words.
Qing Ling frowned in disgust, but thinking that he would not live long, he endured it for the time being and just took out all the things needed for drawing talismans from the bag.
As for raising evil spirits, he can do that too, and he has excellent nourishment.
Ink was poured into the white porcelain cup, and then the superficial veins at the wrist were cut. The deep red blood melted into the ink, but Qingling's face remained calm.
This is a rare and powerful medicine that can nourish both his soul and body, and it is most effective in nourishing evil spirits. However, Shang Changheng, who was standing aside, had an unpleasant expression on his face. He walked forward and stared at Qing Ling solemnly, "You use your own blood to nourish them?"
"Yeah." Qing Ling deserved it and lowered his eyes. "Why?"
Shang Changheng gnashed his teeth silently. He didn't even force this heartless little thing to suck blood and eat meat, but he had already raised another ghost first.
Qing Ling didn't care what Shang Changheng thought. This evil ghost had a fickle mind and was moody. Since they parted unhappily last time, he could be used, but there was no need to ask for his help. He was not incapable of doing it himself.
They were both angry with each other, but Shang Changheng didn't stop them. When Qingling's blood was more than half the ink, he took some gauze to bandage the small cut that was less than the width of a fingernail. Then he pushed away the square table in the middle of the room, took a pen dipped in blood and ink, and began to outline the array pattern on the ground. He concentrated and calmed his mind when drawing the talisman. It was the first time for him to draw such a large array, and he was also methodical.
Every stroke is full of spiritual energy, but the moment the magic circle is finally formed, it can use pure yin blood to nurture an extremely ferocious ghost.
Although Shang Changheng was angry, he had to praise Qingling for his intelligence.
He used the Evil-Raising Formation to help these ghosts gain the power of revenge, but he never controlled the ghosts and made them slaves. Even if these ghosts really hurt innocent people, the consequences could not be blamed on Qing Ling. Just like he hadn't really taken action in the Qing family, but some specious illusions had led those people to turn their knives against each other.
But Shang Changheng always felt that Qingling would not really allow these evil spirits to do whatever they want.
It took Qingling nearly an hour to finish drawing the formation. The moment the formation took shape, a chilly wind suddenly arose, and a scarlet light like tentacles spread from the formation, entwining all the evil spirits present. The only living soul, Yang Chengcai, was moved into the inner room by several female ghosts before that.
It takes time to cultivate evil spirits, and Qingling was already showing signs of fatigue, but he had a lot of talismans for self-protection and warding off evil spirits in his clothes, so he was not afraid that these evil spirits would turn against him.
He walked to the table, took out the things needed for drawing talismans, changed to a new pen and began to draw slowly again.
But he was already very tired.
Shang Changheng grasped his uninjured right hand and stared at Qingling fiercely without saying a word.
Qing Ling just said softly: "Shang Changheng, if you can't help, don't hinder me from doing it myself."
"How do you know I can't help?" Shang Changheng's face was tense.
Qing Ling was holding back his anger. He was too weak and powerless to resist. He had long since convinced himself that it would be good enough to just stay alive. But as he walked further and further and saw more and more, Qing Ling suddenly stopped thinking about it.
He didn't want Shang Changheng to treat him like this, it was like... he was treated as a toy, teased when he wanted to pay attention to him, and silent all day long when he didn't want to pay attention to him.
"I can do a lot without you." Qing Ling took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound calm, but he thought of Chang Heng who was still alive.
It has been a thousand years, and he has no idea what Shang Changheng experienced before his death, let alone how he survived these thousand years.
So his tone softened a bit, "Since you don't want to talk to me, you don't have to bother with me now."
Shang Changheng was stunned for a moment.
Finally, I understood something from Qingling's sarcastic, angry and aggrieved complaints.
Are you blaming yourself for... neglecting him?
Qingling took the opportunity to brush his hand away and continued to draw his own talisman. Shang Changheng looked down and found that what he drew was actually a soul-sending talisman. This thing is similar to the ghost-controlling technique, both of which are used to temporarily dispatch ghosts.
Shang Changheng frowned.
Once this thing is used, it can temporarily control these ghosts, but if any ghost breaks free and hurts innocent people, the consequences will fall on Qingling's head.
Qing Ling finished drawing the talisman and said to the youngest girl in the evil spirit formation, "Catch one of their ghosts."
The girl immediately took action, snatching a strand from a ghost and offering her own strand, but Qingling refused. He put those souls into the Soul Removal Talisman, and then injected the talisman into the girl's body. Then he said gently: "They will all obey your orders. Keep them under control, otherwise you will be contaminated by the karma of innocent people and you will not be able to enter the reincarnation."
The girl's face was filled with horror: "..."
Shang Changheng was stunned and silent: "..."
Qingling found a place to sit down, calm and upright.
It's one thing to fight, but there's no reason to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. He suffered a great loss today for losing all this blood.
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They waited like this until night fell. During this time, the steward asked several times outside the door, but Qingling evaded their questions.
Perhaps because he was really scared, he didn't rush in.
When midnight arrived, these evil spirits filled with murderous aura stood up one after another. They were covered with scars and looked miserable and dead. From this moment on, all the pain inflicted on them would be returned to the murderers.
The wind was howling, and the ghosts were eating Yang Chengcai's soul, but he still had a soul left in his body, maintaining a glimmer of life. The evil ghosts walked out of the room that they had not been able to leave until their death.
Qingling gave them one night to take revenge, and ordered them to return before the morning light of tomorrow set on the earth.
Soon, Qingling heard a shrill scream coming from not far away, which sounded like the voice of Manager Jiang.
He gave them the power of revenge, so they no longer had to struggle for half a month without killing anyone, so this time... the deaths of those outside were not as carefree as those of Yang Chengcai who had been here for the past half month.
Compared to Qingling, Shang Changheng's eyes were more meaningful.
Karma is cyclical, retribution will come inevitably. Qingling's move was in accordance with the will of heaven. He freed himself without bloodshed, and then destroyed the Yang family and killed the people of Chunhong Courtyard.
This move is really... beautiful.
He made no secret of his admiration.
But Qingling's beautiful and clear eyes looked at him.
"Shang Changheng, you can't be too far away from me, right?" he asked.
He found out.
Shang Changheng said "hmm" and moved his wrist.
A marriage contract is not just a piece of paper. It is a more formal contract than a formal marriage in the human world. It has passed the test of heaven and hell. There is a red string tied around their wrists that no one can see. This thing does not bind people, but only ghosts. Shang Changheng can even rely on this mysterious feeling to sense Qingling's life and death.
Therefore, when he was in Xiahe Village, he was able to find Qingling's whereabouts. In fact, they were not far apart at that time, just in different places.
"No wonder." Qing Ling seemed to be talking to himself, and then sighed. He had been holding it in for a long time, and now that Shang Changheng was no longer keeping silent, he couldn't help but speak out, "You said before... it's hard to take back what has been spilled."
Speaking of this, Shang Changheng became even more depressed.
Qing Ling clearly had feelings for Shang Changheng from a thousand years ago.
"That's right." Shang Changheng said coldly, "What's spilled cannot be undone. Dead is dead. Ghosts are different from humans. You should have known that long ago."
"But you are also different from them." Qing Ling said, "A thousand-year-old ghost has retained his sanity, and your memory is recovering. But after a thousand years, even if you are a living person, it is impossible for you to remain unchanged over the years. You... don't have to mind it."
Shang Changheng smiled and said, "It's you who's bothered, Qingling."
It was just one sentence, but it was thought-provoking.
Who really cares?
Qingling was stunned for a long time.
He greedily used Shang Changheng's past to fill the gap in his own lifetime. He admired and respected the young general who died young, but now Shang Changheng stood here. After thousands of years of torture, he was no longer the same person he used to be, but turned into a resentful and evil ghost.
They are the same person.
Qing Ling's already pale face turned even more bloodless, and his lips turned frosty. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"I don't remember what you saw." Shang Changheng said, "What I remember is the fighting, the death, and the loss. They died one by one, and the country was eaten away by city after city. The Dongyi people used their flesh and blood to fill their stomachs, used their bones to make cups and hammers for beating war drums, peeled off their skins to make flags, burned them, chopped them up, and skinned them alive..."
His voice had begun to tremble, and his negative energy was surging uncontrollably.
So Shang Changheng paused, calmed down for a moment, and put away his evil spirit before continuing, "Qingling, I am a fierce ghost. You can think whatever you want, but after the marriage contract, you are my wife."
Qingling finally understood why Shang Changheng said that he could only be an evil ghost.
What he remembered were the things that made the evil ghost more resentful. What he learned from him was ultimately different from the memories he had recovered.
Qingling couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but at the same time, another emotion also emerged.
It's that feeling again.
My heart feels sour.
I don’t know whether it was because of my own unlucky fate or because of Shang Changheng’s predetermined ending.
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