When the centipede crawled out, the surrounding air seemed to cool down a bit. When it crawled into the scarecrow's body, a layer of cold air floated on the scarecrow's body.
The monk closed his eyes, chanting sutras with one hand while writing and drawing on the scarecrow with the other. Wherever his fingers passed through the air, corresponding positions on the scarecrow would flash with black blood light, quickly forming a meridian incantation that spread throughout the body, with incomprehensible Sanskrit characters swirling within it.
The notes that were originally floating in the wind, and the black centipede that had crawled back to the opening, were all locked and imprisoned by these spells, and remained motionless.
"alright."
The monk wrapped the scarecrow in a yellow cloth and handed it to Song Ruier.
"The person whose birth date corresponds to this will gradually lose their spiritual senses within the next month, exhibiting symptoms such as mental confusion, dullness, and idiocy. After a month, they will lose all their three souls and six spirits, becoming a living dead, and even a great immortal could not save them."
Song Ruier took the scarecrow, feeling excited. If it could really achieve this effect, then 200,000 taels of silver wouldn't be too expensive.
You have to understand that Qiao Lian'er has worked hard all her life and who knows how much she could have earned. She even earns more than 200,000 taels a day now. It's really worth it to buy her life with that money.
The monk watched Song Ruier's light and quick steps as she left, stroked his beard, and his eyes revealed a gloomy and dark meaning.
He was entrusted with a task and was simply doing what he was supposed to do.
Whether that girl will become a living dead or escape unscathed depends on her own abilities.
Of course, this move of his cannot be prevented if one does not take precautions from the beginning.
Having acquired such a "treasure," Song Ruier tried to linger in front of Qiao Lian'er to observe her condition.
"Sister, I've passed the imperial examination and become a scholar. You should be proud of me too. Won't you treat me to a meal?"
Qiao Lian'er was a little surprised that Song Rui'er dared to come close to her.
Since gaining an extra layer of protection, Song Ruier has become increasingly bold, but not to the point of being this arrogant.
The Song Ruier in front of him had a provocative expression, and the way he looked at her was condescending; you could even say he was looking at a dead person.
Qiao Lian'er became interested. No one had ever looked at her like that before. There must be a reason why Song Rui'er suddenly became so confident.
"Okay, it's on you."
Qiao Lian'er simply picked a nearby restaurant and ordered a few dishes at random.
In front of her, Song Ruier took out a box from her sleeve, took out a silver needle, and tested the wine and dishes.
He laughed freely: "Sister, don't blame me for being rude, but you always wish for my death, so I have to be careful."
"It's good to be cautious," Qiao Lian'er said dismissively. "Just as I don't believe you came to me with any good intentions."
Song Ruier looked at Qiao Lian'er and sighed: "If I told you that a month from now, you wouldn't be like this, and you would end up in a terrible state, would you believe me?"
He still felt a little regretful. If he could have used Qiao Lian'er's skills, he wouldn't have had to be so ruthless.
Qiao Lian'er pondered Song Rui'er's words. Song Rui'er must have made some move, and it was probably a killer move, which was why he was so certain and confident.
However, she did not feel any danger, nor did she notice anything unusual.
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