Chapter 11
Just as I was getting anxious, the golden light became dimmer and dimmer, and it seemed that it was about to disappear. If the golden light disappeared, Maomao's soul would be unprotected, and those wild ghosts would definitely eat him and then take his body. By then, Maomao would be really dead!
How could I just watch this happen? So I took a deep breath and forced myself to chant a spell: "Exchange the fire bells, exterminate the evil..."
Just when I was halfway through reading, I felt dizzy, my chest ached unbearably, my throat tasted fishy, and a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of my mouth.
When Zhang Song saw me like this, he became anxious and rushed over to support me.
Without Zhang Song's support, Maomao's spirit quickly fled backwards. Luckily, I had Zhang Song destroy the Soul-Guiding Path beforehand, otherwise his spirit would have been nowhere to be found. But success and failure are both due to the same person. If the rice hadn't been destroyed, Maomao's spirit could have escaped. Now, it's completely trapped on this Soul-Guiding Path.
I saw Maomao's soul constantly bumping around at the broken part of the soul-guiding road, trying to escape. The ghosts around him frightened him greatly.
Seeing me vomiting blood, Zhang Song also felt the tension and hurriedly said, "Little sister, what's wrong?"
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and said weakly, "There are many evil spirits around Maomao's soul now, trying to replace Maomao's soul. If the spell I just cast is broken, Maomao's soul will be scattered!"
Zhang Song's eyes widened when he heard what I said. He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he stood up and yelled at everyone around him, "You bunch of bastards, come at me if you dare! I'm not afraid of you!"
Then he shouted a few more times.
As he shouted, I saw a shocking scene. The aura he emitted turned into a golden tiger. The golden tiger opened its bloody mouth, and its hair was like steel needles, standing up. The roar of the tiger spread in the air.
The ghosts closest to Maomao's soul were shaken away by him and turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.
The rest of the ghosts looked at Zhang Song in horror, and then quickly fled, fearing that they would become food for the tiger.
The demons coming down from the distant mountain also stopped and did not dare to move forward. It seemed that they were also very afraid of the tiger.
Fortunately, Maomao's soul was familiar with Zhang Song's breath, otherwise, even if he was a soul, he would probably be scared to death.
Seeing that the crisis was resolved by Zhang Song's shouts, I was delighted. At the same time, I finally understood why the man born in the year of the tiger was asked to hold the rear. I didn't expect it to be so useful.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing Zhang Song still shouting there, I hurriedly said, "Stop shouting in the middle of the night, you're scarier than ghosts." I couldn't help but smile after saying this, weren't these evil ghosts scared away by him!
Zhang Song stopped shouting and said stubbornly, "I don't want them to hurt Maomao."
"You scared them all away. No need to shout anymore," I said.
"Really?" Zhang Song was also surprised, because he never thought that his voice would really work.
"Really? How could I lie to you about something like this?" I felt a lot more relaxed and my tone became cheerful.
I took a deep breath, shook the copper bell in my hand, and continued to scatter rice to lead the way. At this time, I was not so nervous anymore and walked towards Xigou slowly.
Zhang Song also quickly walked to the back to continue to support the team, but he had a smile on his face the whole time. That smile was because he had done something very remarkable.
The last leg of the journey passed without incident. When I reached Maomao's home, I guided his spirit to the soul-fixing platform. Then I lit the cypress incense in the copper censer, and its smoke swirled around Maomao's spirit, forming a humanoid shape.
Zhang Song also saw the humanoid white smoke. He didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of blowing it away. He stared at it without blinking. This was the real manifestation of Maomao's soul.
I picked up the vest next to Maomao and turned it three times on the incense burner. The human-shaped white smoke then entered the vest. Then I asked Zhang Song to put the vest on Maomao, and his soul finally returned to the main body.
At this point, the entire soul-calling ceremony is completed.
I looked at my watch. It was still a while before midnight. I didn't expect to be back so soon. This was all thanks to Zhang Song. Otherwise, not only would I not be able to call Maomao's soul back, but his soul would have been scattered.
This also reminds me that I must be fully prepared in the future to prevent accidents.
People will feel particularly tired when they relax from a highly tense state. Seeing that Maomao's soul had merged with his body, I collapsed to the ground.
I suddenly felt dizzy, my limbs were sore, and my chest was aching badly.
Zhang Song came over to support me and asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
I shook my head and said, "Maybe I've exhausted too much mental energy. I'll be fine after a rest."
Zhang Song helped me onto the stool, looking at me and Maomao at the same time. It was really difficult for him.
Zhang Song and I didn't sleep all night and kept watching Maomao. When Aunt Chen came back early the next day, he and I were yawning.
As soon as Aunt Chen entered the room, she looked at Maomao. His breathing was steady and his face was rosy. He was completely different from before.
Aunt Chen hugged Maomao and cried, "Son, you've finally recovered."
Maomao woke up slowly after being hugged. He opened his eyes and looked at Aunt Chen and started crying.
"Mom, I'm scared!" Maomao cried.
At this point, I was completely relieved. His current mental state is no different from that of a normal person.
The moment Maomao woke up, I felt the feather stone I was wearing warm up slightly, and a small amount of energy entered into it.
We were observing Maomao's condition the whole morning, fearing that there would be any more accidents.
Maomao fell asleep after talking to us for a while. It might be because his soul had been out of his body for too long and he needed to rest.
Seeing him sleeping soundly, I said to Aunt Chen, "Auntie, he should be fine. He may be a little sleepy in the next two days, but he will be fine after a while."
Aunt Chen hugged me, tears streaming from her eyes, and kept patting my back.
After she calmed down for a while, she held my arm with both hands and said, "Thank you so much." Then she looked at Zhang Song and said, "And you."
When Zhang Song heard Aunt Chen's thanks, he scratched his head and smiled shyly.
"Auntie, if everything is fine, we'll leave first. My family will be worried if I don't go home for one night. I will come to see Maomao every day."
When Aunt Chen heard that we were leaving, she kept asking us to stay for dinner. Unable to resist her enthusiasm, we had lunch at her house before leaving.
Maomao and Zhang Song became best friends from then on. Afterwards, he explained the reason. It turned out that although his soul was unconscious at that time, he still felt afraid instinctively. Zhang Song's shouting scared away the ghosts and gave him a great sense of security.
After this incident, I became even more fascinated by the knowledge in "Yin Fu Lu" and devoted myself to it. This also caused my academic performance to become worse and worse, so that I dropped out of school after junior high school.
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