In the early morning, I faintly heard Grandma Zhou's light footsteps pausing outside the door, peering at Wen Heng and me through the crack in the door.
When she saw Wen Heng's bare back, exposed and naked, embracing me,
All that could be heard was Old Mrs. Zhou's smug laughter, followed by the sound of her footsteps silently leaving.
The days passed by unnoticed.
Time quickly came to the night of the full moon. I opened the window beside my bed, and the moonlight from the distant sky shone just enough to illuminate Wen Heng, who was still fast asleep on the bed.
Prepare my summoning plan.
To avoid inexplicably summoning a large number of spirits from all directions as before,
I consulted Mr. Old Ghost for some professional knowledge. He said that I needed to use Wen Heng's blood and my blood to draw a talisman on a piece of paper, write Wen Heng's name on it, and stick it on Wen Heng's forehead to summon Wen Heng's soul.
I looked at Wen Heng, who was lying upright, and shook my head with a sigh: "I'm afraid you'll have to donate some blood."
Fortunately, Wen Heng has an unwavering sleep quality that never wakes up, no matter what.
I made a small cut on his hand with the dagger. I was quick, and he just frowned slightly before falling back into a deep sleep without any further reaction.
His blood is my blood. After drawing the talisman and signing Wen Heng's name, he spat and slapped it onto Wen Heng's bright forehead.
I couldn't resist pinching his chubby cheeks again, looking at his somewhat disheveled face.
I chuckled inwardly with a wicked glint in my eye: "You never thought you'd be so easily humiliated by me!"
After everything is ready, you still need to chant incantations and call his name. This kind of mortal soul-summoning magic is troublesome.
Nothing beats the convenience of a spell I can cast with a flick of my finger. I miss my spells more and more these days...
Maybe if I successfully summon the soul tonight, I'll regain my freedom...
I was secretly delighted.
However, I left my door open all night as dawn was approaching.
When she was calling Wen Heng's name in fluent gibberish until her throat was almost ruined.
My eyes lit up.
Three expressionless, dull-looking creatures, radiating green light and possessing translucent bodies with faces identical to Wen Heng, were slowly drifting towards my door at a tortoise-like pace...
Humans have three souls and seven spirits. The one that glows with golden light is the soul, and the one that glows with green light is the spirit. The soul and spirit depend on each other, and the soul comes first and then the spirit.
Now, Wen Heng's body only contains two souls: the Heavenly Soul and the Life Soul, which sustains his life.
It is normal to first recall the soul that is dependent on it.
But this...
Why are these three souls so slow? Looking at the three unhurried and dazed souls, I anxiously waited for them to return to Wen Heng's body as soon as possible.
If it weren't for the fact that you can't summon spirits by urging them or scolding them, otherwise you'd scare them away, I would have kicked each of them in the butt first thing this morning.
When the three men, each with an air of authority, approached me, the one in front looked at me expressionlessly and asked, word by word, "Who are you? What business do you have with me?"
Wow, this spirit is quite thoughtful. No wonder it's a divine being; even its spirit has such a personality. It even asked me, "I'm your mother!"
"I don't have a mother. You've hired the wrong people," Po Yi said, enunciating each word clearly, before turning to leave with Po Er and Po San.
I hurriedly pointed to Wen Heng lying on the bed and said, "Your father knows him, right? Once you're back in his body, you won't be wandering around outside, starving and freezing!"
Po turned his head and glanced at the person on the bed, then remained silent, seemingly sensing the call from Wen Heng's body.
Guai Guai, carrying the two spirits behind her, floated towards Wen Heng's body.
Looks like it's done!
I had a sudden inspiration: before they return to their bodies, could I ask Wen Heng where the other soul is?
After all, they are family.
I followed up with the other soul and asked, "Do you know where your other soul is?"
As a result, Po coldly uttered three words without any expression: "I don't know."
Unwilling to give up, I asked Po Er, who was following behind Po Yi, "Where is your soul?"
"..."
Po Er is a complete idiot who doesn't reply to me at all.
Undeterred, I asked the third soul again, "Where is your soul?"
"..."
They ignored me.
Just then, a sneer suddenly came from not far outside the door, and I looked up sharply towards the door.
A wisp of demonic energy glowing red hovered at the doorway, accompanied by a mocking laugh.
Two bright red, upward-pointing eyes were staring intently at me, looking quite sinister.
I exclaimed in surprise, "Where did this ghost come from?"
To everyone's surprise, the dark thing laughed even more arrogantly, "Little flower spirit, how have you been!"
He called her "little flower fairy".
It suddenly dawned on me that this was the same evil spirit that had been haunting me all day, trying to bewitch me into using forbidden techniques and even trying to seize Wen Heng's immortal body.
He's a demon who absorbed Wen Heng's spiritual energy, so I must have summoned him along with me this time. Wen Heng's soul hasn't yet merged with his body, which is now imbued with Wen Heng's spiritual power.
It is highly likely that they will have another chance to take away Wen Heng's body.
I warily blocked the doorway with my entire body, took out the peach wood sword I had prepared, pointed it at the disgusting evil aura, and said: "You bastard! I didn't even bother to settle accounts with you, but you delivered yourself right to my doorstep."
"Why are you so angry, my benefactor! I came here to help you!"
"Look at those three gods, so dull-witted, they must have lost their divine consciousness. It's lucky you managed to recall their souls with your limited abilities. How could a mortal without any magical power possibly summon back the remaining souls of the gods?"
"Stop spreading your lies! I won't be fooled by you anymore! If you know what's good for you, get out of here, or I might spare your life!"
I could tell that this thing must have been injured during the last soul explosion, and now it was blocked by the powerful spiritual energy of me and Wen Heng, and dared not approach.
Otherwise, he could have easily taken over Wen Heng's body before his soul returned, instead of wasting time talking to me here.
As long as I guard the door and wait for the three souls to return and reunite, this ghost will no longer have the chance to possess Wen Heng's body.
I turned my head and glanced at the three old men behind me who were still slowly drifting towards Wen Heng's body at a tortoise-like speed.
I was so frustrated and had a terrible headache. I finally understood why they only showed up when I had shouted myself hoarse and it was almost dawn.
"I'm giving my great benefactor a chance to lift the curse of heavenly punishment. As long as I take over this body, I will be its host, and I will be the Demon Lord Wen Heng! Your heavenly punishment will naturally be lifted! How about it?"
That ghostly thing continued its incessant chatter in my ear.
But I will never again believe his nonsense or associate with this scoundrel.
In order to stall for time and buy him some time, we can only let him continue to spread alarmist rumors.
"Without magic, it's incredibly difficult to summon the soul of a god. A body without divine consciousness is no different from a mortal without divine memories. Don't forget, you still need to beg for his forgiveness to lift the curse..."
Recalling back a sentient, intelligent, formless, and incorporeal spirit is even more difficult! Only by cooperating with me will you have a chance to break the curse of divine punishment!
This thing saw that I was unmoved
He seemed even more sinister, using every possible reason to bewitch and persuade me to cooperate with him to achieve his desired goals.
I impatiently picked at my ear, flicked the filth out with my finger, and with a wicked grin, sent him three words: "You're dreaming!"
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