Chapter 133 Red Rope Binding Ghost
'Slow down, don't rush, don't step on me!'
Lao Jiu cried out, climbing up from the other side of the mirror. San Qi ignored him and swung out the Soul Hooking Rope fiercely, "I want to see what dares to run wild on my San Qi's chassis!"
"What do you mean by 'your territory'? Haishi is clearly under my jurisdiction!"
Laojiu was not willing to be outdone. He swung the soul-hooking rope, and with a flash of dark light, many densely packed serrations appeared on the chain. It was obvious that he wanted to compete with Sanqi.
Just as the two Yincha were comparing each other, the giant snake turned its head and bit Sanqi.
'Go away.'
He was so close to capturing Wang Zixi, but was intercepted mid-flight. Sanqi hurled the mourning stick directly into the giant snake's mouth. The moment it bit down, it suddenly expanded, wedging itself against the snake's jaws. Its fangs bared in vain, but it couldn't continue its attack. All it could do was swish its tail, ruffling the already chaotic room into even greater disarray.
Lao Jiu had a "you're so disgusting" expression on his face. While Sanqi was fighting with the giant snake, he dodged and stopped Wang Zixi who was trying to escape through the window.
"There are plenty of places in the underworld prison. You can stay wherever you want. Come back with me and I will spare you the pain."
Seeing that the way was blocked, Wang Zixi frowned slightly, and a bright green light appeared from his fingertips again.
Seeing this, Lao Jiu hurriedly turned around and dodged, but who would have thought that Wang Zixi had no intention of attacking at all. Instead, he used his backhand to cut a hole in the air, revealing a passage that was large enough for one person to pass through.
Seeing that Wang Zixi was about to escape, Sanqi jumped onto the giant snake's seven inches, pointed his right hand forward, and the soul-catching rope moved and rushed straight forward.
Lao Jiu, who had originally dodged sideways, turned his upper body in another direction and pounced towards Wang Zixi, grabbing her feet tightly and refusing to let go.
A shimmering green light flashed, and the pursuing soul-snatching rope was severed on the spot. His eyes moved downward, and his fingers transformed into sharp blades, just as he was about to sever the Yincha's hand bones, he noticed something falling before his eyes.
Then, a green light began to flicker at the fingertips, sometimes on and sometimes off. Old Nine, who had been clutching her ankle tightly, jumped up with a strange, sinister smile on his face. "You're even stealing a dead body. How immoral!"
Outside the mirror, Qin Qinsen held a bowl in his hand, and the blue flame inside ignited the yellow talisman, burning more and more fiercely.
"Is her body any good?"
Qin Qinsen's voice was low, and he stood still. But in Wang Zixi's eyes, he was even more hateful than the smug and smirking Old Nine.
"What did you do?"
The speed of body damage was accelerating. In just a few words, only white bones were left on Wang Zixi's legs, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his face.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. If you take something from someone else, you must return it sooner or later."
"Thank you." A ghost that looked exactly like Wang Zixi appeared, accompanied by Boss Huang, but its complexion was pale and it was obviously very weak.
"Impossible! I clearly put you—"
"Eat it?" He added a few more pieces of talisman paper to the bowl. The red rope under Qin Qinsen's feet seemed to come alive and flew towards the mirror. "The red rope binds ghosts. Can you hide the fact that you are a ghost by taking over someone else's body?"
Wang Zixi's body had been dead for three years, and although it was possessed by an evil spirit, it was difficult to conceal the fact of his death.
After three years, the corpse had long since decayed, leaving only bones. Red ropes now bound its limbs, and two thick ropes were wrapped around its neck, tightening threateningly.
The alms bowl in Qin Qinsen's hand is a Buddhist implement that no one in Siyuntang would buy. It is usually put aside and is only remembered by Boss Huang when cleaning.
Today marks its debut – as a container.
"What a good trick of using burning paper as a medium. I wonder if your paper can recognize who it is burning for." Wang Zixi in the mirror showed a triumphant and arrogant smile. Her eyeballs fell off while she was talking, and her empty eye sockets looked at the ghost beside Qin Qinsen with full of ridicule.
No one spoke for a while, and the ghost who had just awakened looked very calm.
There was no panic and wailing as Wang Zixi had imagined. The ghost that she had hidden in her body as a scapegoat was safe and sound.
As the talisman paper in the bowl burned, the ghost's form gradually solidified. He looked at the person in the mirror, who was only a few pieces of flesh hanging on the skeleton, and wrinkled his nose. "After I die... I will be so ugly."
Qin Qinsen chuckled, "In the end, they're all just a piece of yellow earth, there's no difference."
"you--!"
Even the dumbest person could tell that it was Qin Qinsen who had done something. The skeleton in the mirror was furious, but unable to move.
"You think you can be resurrected by wearing a layer of human skin. Not only are you a ghost, you are also a stupid ghost."
Qin Qinsen's words seemed to give the ghost a signal, and two soul-catching ropes tied up the skeleton and dragged it directly to Siyun Hall.
"Others are reborn from corpses, but you kill them and take their place. You're committing a sin of murder and damaging your virtue. Do you really want to be alive?"
"I was clearly following the proper route and hadn't strayed from the main road. Not only did she die inexplicably, she also hid my body and shaped a dead tree trunk into my image and threw it into the river."
This led to the villagers later discovering the body and the funeral home issuing various death certificates.
Sprinkle the paper ash in the bowl forward, and the mirror that temporarily serves as a passage will dissipate into the air without leaving any trace.
At this moment, the door of Siyun Hall opened.
"Are you okay?"
Before the rolling door was completely opened, Teng Su anxiously bent down and got in, heading straight for Qin Qinsen.
"It's okay. How about you guys?" Qin Qinsen looked at Shangguan Yue behind the man. There were still traces of tears on her face, and her cheeks were red and swollen. It was obvious that she had been beaten.
But when Shangguan Yue heard the question, she just wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "It's okay, luckily Brother Han is here."
The man called Brother Han smiled shyly and nodded at Qin Qinsen as a greeting.
"Han Fang?!"
The skeleton, tied up like a dumpling, screamed, "You treacherous bastard!"
"Sorry, I'm not Han Fang." The man remained polite. "I'm also paid by President Teng."
"Han Guangxiu, Lu Zhi's former comrade-in-arms, has been working as a driver for the Luo Company."
Teng Su explained briefly, scanning the scene in Siyun Hall, "It's quieter than I thought."
"Little?!" Old Nine snorted twice and kicked the skeleton, feeling unsatisfied. "This guy's identity is unknown. Not only did he evade the Yin Clan's search, but he also stole the body and killed people. This matter alone will keep us busy for a while."
"If you hadn't played dirty tricks on me, how could I—"
"I didn't ask you to speak." Qin Qinsen threw out the talisman paper and stuck it on the skull's mouth that kept opening and closing. He made a grabbing motion with his right hand, and the dark soul and the talisman paper were pulled out together.
Watching itself being separated from the body it had used for three years, the ghost struggled continuously and kept reaching out towards the skeleton, trying to stuff itself back in.
No matter how the ghost struggled, Qin Qinsen rolled her and the yellow talisman into a ball and stuffed it into the bowl.
With a "hum" sound, bursts of chanting sound came from the bowl, brushing away the anxiety in everyone's hearts.
"Is this... salvation?"
"No! The trial hasn't started yet!" Lao Jiu hurried forward, but was blinded by the faint Buddha light from the bowl. "It's over, I'm going to be saved too."
Not to mention Qin Qinsen couldn't bear to watch it, even Jiang Wei, who was not familiar with Yin Cha, couldn't help it and pulled him away from the bowl.
"You are a ghost messenger, you can't be saved!"
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