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In fact, Zhou Ziqiu's guess was correct. Wen Su did know something because he was in Guanxing on the night of the fire. News travels fast among colleagues, not to mention that it happened to the Sun family, one of the major families. After receiving the news, Wen Su rushed to the scene immediately.
As he stood there, he saw something.
Amidst the towering flames, some cried out, some laughed wildly.
He immediately realized that there might be something fishy about the fire, but after looking around at the people who were trying to put out the fire, he found that they hadn't heard those sounds. As he wondered about this, he noticed that the sounds were getting quieter, so he quickly took a compass from the magical artifacts that the Sun family had salvaged. When he got the compass, he confirmed his suspicions.
The compass needle was spinning rapidly, not because the compass was burned, but because... the yin energy here was very strong.
Realizing this, Wen Su quickly looked up, facing the blinding light of the flames into the depths of the fire. In the red and yellow flames reflected in his dark pupils, faint black smoke flowed.
Wen Su could have ignored this matter. He was not a member of the Sun family, so even if all the Sun family members were dead, it would have nothing to do with him. However, he wanted to take this opportunity to extort a treasure from the Sun family. The Sun family used to be unyielding, but now that he had finally seized the opportunity to exploit them, he naturally wanted to squeeze them dry. So he used magic to follow the compass all the way from Guanxing to Luoqi.
At the time, he only thought that the Sun family had offended something and suffered a backlash. He didn't think about anything else and just thought that finding the guy who was guided by the compass would solve the problem. But he should have realized that ghosts don't easily leave the place where they died or where their obsessions are.
Why did the compass point him north?
However, now is not the time to think about that. Wantonly harming the living is a great sin, so few ghosts would harm people without a reason. The reasons why ghosts harm people are nothing more than a few. Therefore, Wen Su has come to the Sun family mansion to find the reason.
Fire can destroy everything, but there are always things that can withstand the heat of the flames.
For example, ceramics.
Things that are born from fire will naturally not be destroyed by fire.
The flashlight beam was refracted, and Wen Su squinted at the object shimmering in the ruins. He carefully reached out and took it out, only to find that it was a broken piece of ceramic. It seemed that this was originally a pottery jar that was placed inside the house to store something. It fell to the ground and shattered during the fire, and it was impossible to know what was inside before.
But there's always a way to overcome difficulties. Wen Su reached into the small backpack hanging at his waist and put the pottery shards into it. Suddenly, a sharp, extremely yin and evil aura assaulted his back—
Wen Su had anticipated that he would dare to go to the fire alone in the middle of the night. He rolled away to avoid the attack and quickly pulled out his dagger from his boot, ready to stab back. But when he looked up, he saw a deathly pale face.
His face looked like it had been submerged in water for a long time, swollen and pale, resembling a giant balloon. A red spot appeared on his forehead, from which blood flowed, like a knife slicing through his face. Not only his face, but his entire naked body was swollen and pale, billowing white smoke rising from it—whether from heat or yin energy, it was unclear. He was holding out his hand, his fingers curled up; had Wen Su reacted even a fraction slower, he would have ripped out his heart.
But it seemed as if his movements were frozen by something. Wen Su's gaze slowly descended, and he saw the tip of a black knife piercing through the ghost's chest.
Wen Su paused, then looked up again, meeting Zhou Ziqiu's gaze behind the ghost.
He raised an eyebrow and greeted her naturally, "Oh, good evening, little beauty."
Wen Su's casual tone made Zhou Ziqiu think that Wen Su had just run into him while taking a walk. He did not respond to Wen Su's greeting, but instead pulled the black scimitar from the ghost's chest and then put it away.
Wen Su narrowed his eyes as he watched Zhou Ziqiu's actions and smiled: "Thank you for saving my life."
Zhou Ziqiu, who was watching from the side, clearly understood that even if he hadn't helped, Wen Su wouldn't have been injured given his speed. He said calmly, "Aren't you going to stand up?"
Wen Su laughed as he got up from the ground and patted his dusty bottom.
At the same time, the previously ignored vengeful ghost suddenly let out a shriek, and black wind suddenly rose from the ground around the two of them. In the black whirlwind, several human faces swirled around them, seemingly crying and laughing, seemingly infatuated and angry. The innocent giggles of an infant rang out, ethereal yet close to their ears.
Then, the whirlwind grew smaller and smaller, constantly converging towards the center, as if trying to trap the two people in the middle of the whirlwind.
Wen Su frowned, reached into the pouch hanging at his waist, and took out several yellow talismans.
"Lightning Summoning Technique, manifest!"
A series of crackling sounds rang out as silver lightning suddenly appeared from the talisman. As Wen Su threw the talisman, it rushed into the black whirlwind in front of the two. However, in an instant, the black whirlwind emitted a "pop" sound, and the whirlwind did not seem as stable as before.
Before it could even rejoice, the whirlwind suddenly increased in speed, shooting straight at the swollen ghost like an arrow. In an instant, the black whirlwind was absorbed into the ghost's body, and the various childlike faces that had been on the whirlwind reappeared on the ghost's body.
Without hesitation, Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su drew their weapons and stabbed at the ghost. The black scimitar pierced the ghost's body again, and the silver dagger pierced the ghost's forehead, the sound of burning flesh ringing out.
The vengeful ghost cried out in pain.
Wen Su disliked people screaming in his ear the most. He twisted his wrist holding the dagger, as if he was about to cut the ghost in half. Zhou Ziqiu quickly stopped him.
"What are you doing?" Wen Su asked.
"Something's not right. Let's not kill him yet."
Wen Su didn't say much, he could also see that there was something wrong with this ghost: "Then let's take this guy in for now."
But then a problem arises: what should be used to trap them?
Normally, Taoist priests need containers, such as bottles and jars, to exorcise ghosts. Not to mention that they didn't bring any of these with them today, given how badly the Sun family's house was burned, it's highly unlikely that they did.
Zhou Ziqiu had come up with a plan: "You freeze him first, and I'll see if there are any intact jars here."
"good."
Wen Su reached out and took out a talisman, slapping it on the face of the vengeful ghost.
On the other side, Zhou Ziqiu was searching for intact bottles and jars in the ruins. Naturally, he didn't need to search as meticulously as Wen Su.
In the darkness of night, Zhou Ziqiu's eyes were terrifyingly deep.
In a short while, Zhou Ziqiu found a complete jar, but he hesitated when taking it out. Wen Su didn't notice and reached out to take the jar, but he also showed the same hesitation as Zhou Ziqiu.
Wen Su looked up and saw that the ghost in front of him was reacting very differently. It was staring fiercely at the jar in Wen Su's hand, and the Yin energy around it was impacting the immobilization talisman that Wen Su had just stuck on it. After a few impacts, the talisman was about to fall off and was obviously about to break free from Wen Su's restraint.
"Wen Su!" Zhou Ziqiu shouted.
Wen Su remained calm and quickly chanted the incantation. As the incantation was chanted, the swollen ghost's body seemed to be pulled by a force, and it disappeared from its original spot a few seconds later. The immobilization talisman floated down from the air. At the same time, a clattering sound came from inside the jar in Wen Su's hand. He quickly took out a talisman and covered the mouth of the jar, sealing the mouth of the jar just as the ghost was about to rush out.
No! No!
A muffled cry came from inside the jar, as if it didn't want to be inside, and the banging became more and more intense.
Wen Su raised an eyebrow, patted the jar, and said arrogantly, "I'm being kind by not killing you. Live or die, it's up to you. If you don't want to live, I'll kill you right now, no matter what grievances or complaints you have."
It must be said that this threat was indeed effective; the jar in Wen Su's hand immediately fell silent.
"Let me ask you a few questions. What's your name?"
*
daytime.
Zhou Ziqiu followed Cui Yongle to the hospital to visit Mr. Sun, who had suffered severe burns. Mr. Sun was the most senior member of the Sun family, and even among many prominent families, he was over eighty years old. Although he was sometimes in poor health, he would recover after some treatment. He was a robust old man and was deeply loved by the Sun family.
The Sun family members stood in the ward, some wiping away tears, others sighing. Mr. Sun's son stood to one side, discussing related matters with Cui Yongle.
Zhou Ziqiu remained silent, standing in front of the hospital bed looking at the old man whose face was distorted by the fever. He thought that if he had not gone through this ordeal, he would definitely be a very energetic person.
However, he deserved this calamity.
In Zhou Ziqiu's eyes, the old man was surrounded by a large amount of yin energy, and the face of a baby crying was also visible in the flow of the yin energy. This made him think of the black whirlwind from last night. The baby's crying face and the old man's ugly face due to burns looked perfectly matched.
But Zhou Ziqiu didn't show anything on his face. He silently followed Cui Yongle out of the ward.
"What did you see?" Cui Yongle asked in a low voice, knowing that Zhou Ziqiu could see things that ordinary people couldn't.
Zhou Ziqiu opened his mouth: "...He won't live past tonight."
Cui Yongle immediately looked around to make sure no one had heard him before asking, "Why do you say that?"
"He should have died long ago, but he's survived until today thanks to the little devil."
Little devil, may you live!
The "little ghost prolonging life" technique violates the principles of Yin and Yang. After a child dies, their three souls and six spirits leave the body, leaving one soul and one spirit to guard it. Those with malicious intent target this soul and spirit, using the child's corpse to refine corpse oil. What is corpse oil? Corpse oil is considered the essence of the human body. A person has three points of essence blood: one on the tip of the tongue, one between the fingers, and the remaining one on the chin. By heating the chin with a candle, the corpse oil can be extracted. After extraction, the oil is placed in a small copper bowl, and a flame is lit underneath. Once boiling, the oil produces smoke, which is the manifestation of the soul and spirit. A dying person who inhales this smoke can have their life extended.
"I'll go back and investigate," Cui Yongle said in a deep voice. This kind of thing is absolutely forbidden in the industry. "What else did you find out?"
Zhou Ziqiu nodded, "The time that the little ghost can extend his life is too short. He is no longer satisfied with using only the little ghost to extend his life."
It seemed Zhou Ziqiu had already found something. Cui Yongle asked, "What else did he use?"
Zhou Ziqiu's voice was calm, "To kill someone and borrow their life."
Cui Yongle froze on the spot, seemingly unable to believe that the usually respected Mr. Sun could have done such a vicious thing. He suddenly thought of the employee who had recently disappeared from Qingdeng—
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