Fan Zhiyi did as he was told and walked in front of Bing Nandong. Seeing that he had already started, he poured out spiritual power from one hand, and his fingertips flipped, changing movements very quickly to press several acupoints in the air. With the other hand, he cast a spell to lift the girl's arm, and moved his fingertips outward to force it.
Then, as if encountering something obstructing him, Bing Nandong increased the strength of his spell. Fan Zhiyi saw a black air being forced by Bing Nandong to the tip of the girl's middle finger.
Bing Nandong formed seals with his hands and raised them upwards. A red rope emerged from his Qiankun bag and bound the woman's wrists tightly, emitting a red light.
Fan Zhiyi had seen this thin red rope before, on the night when he subdued Xue Xiuniang's ghost.
The woman moved restlessly a few times, with beads of sweat on her forehead, and she looked extremely painful.
Bing Nandong turned his hand over in the air and said, "Get a cup and get some water, quickly."
Fan Zhiyi immediately did as he was told and handed over the cup. The moment Bing Nandong took it, he chanted a spell, scraped the rim of the cup with his index finger, then pierced the girl's middle finger to force out a drop of blood and put it in the cup. However, the water quickly turned black and emitted a foul odor.
Bing Nandong squeezed out three drops in total. When he saw the color of the blood returned to bright red, he turned the woman's hand back, with her palm facing them, and drew a talisman on her palm. This ended everything.
The girl's hand fell steadily on the bed and her breathing became much more even.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "How come the aftereffects of her possession are more serious than mine?"
"This girl is already weak and has a Yin element in her horoscope. She was so frightened that she's completely shaken. I just expelled the Yin energy from her and painted a talisman to calm her soul. She'll slowly wake up."
But Bing Nandong's face remained solemn. "The Ghost Gate's presence is growing stronger and stronger, and its influence on ghosts is too severe. Logically, Yue Tang's wronged soul is being arbitrarily bound. In addition, after interrogation, we learned that she only possessed these girls to gain physical possession and manipulate them. She has not done any other evil deeds. Her strength should not be increasing so quickly."
It’s about the Ghost Gate again. Since Fan Zhiyi came to this world, everything he came into contact with was related to the Ghost Gate.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi and concluded, "Ghost Gate can't delay any longer. If this continues, even someone like Yue Tang, who only wants to seek revenge on a specific person and doesn't want to involve innocent people, will lose control of his own power and cause unintentional mistakes."
In short, the time for Bing Nandong's sacrifice is approaching.
Fan Zhiyi felt a little depressed, so depressed that he had difficulty breathing whenever he thought about Bing Nandong's death.
The two of them did not delay here any longer. In addition to this girl, there were two or three other people in similar or even worse conditions waiting for help.
This time, Fan Zhiyi didn't want to go in again. He felt uncomfortable just looking at Bing Nandong, so he just guarded the door and took some time off. Bing Nandong agreed.
Not long after Fan Zhiyi fell into deep thought, he felt someone standing in front of him. He looked up and found that it was Wu Sheng who had been sitting there.
Noticing that Fan Zhiyi was looking at him, the man dressed as a scholar took a step back and bowed to Fan Zhiyi. The closer they were, the more he noticed the other person's dejected look. His face, which originally had a bookish air, now had a circle of short blue-gray stubble.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what to do with the other party's attitude, so he asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Is this immortal familiar with the immortal in this room?"
"Not really familiar." Fan Zhiyi was cautious.
The other party pursed his lips, but suddenly lifted his robe and was about to kneel down. Fan Zhiyi widened his eyes and didn't understand what was going on. He subconsciously reached out to help him, but found that he couldn't stop him at all, and let him kneel in front of him.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly had an idea and knelt down with a plop, causing his knees to hurt a little.
Now it was his turn to directly hit the other party, who was stunned. Fan Zhiyi shrugged nonchalantly: "It's my fault that I can't pull you. Ouch, my legs hurt."
In his haste, Fan Zhiyi actually forgot about the injury on his leg. What a sin! He said, "Either we all stand up and talk, or we all kneel down."
The scholar was so confused by Fan Zhiyi that he wanted to reach out to help him but didn't dare. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Finally, he made up his mind and kowtowed to Fan Zhiyi, "Please, Master, let me see Miss Yue. I just found out yesterday that she has been tortured by Qian Hu and has not been able to rest in peace. I want to see her. Please, Master."
Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear to see others treat him like this, so he kowtowed to Wu Sheng and said, "There's nothing I can do about this."
I guess Wu Sheng knew that Yue Tang was taken in by Bing Nandong, and he also asked Bing Nandong for help, but Bing Nandong did not respond, so he came here. Seeing that I was traveling with Bing Nandong, he wanted me to go and talk to Bing Nandong.
"Master, what are you doing..." Seeing him like this, Wu Sheng became visibly anxious.
Their strange movements attracted others. Xu Qing pushed them aside and said sternly, "How can you still stand here and watch? Hurry and do your own things, or you'll get scolded by Senior Brother again." Then she softened her voice, "Girls, stop watching. Once the exorcism is complete, go home and rest."
After saying that, she ran over, the emerald green tassel hairpin in her hair swaying gracefully with her movements.
For convenience, Xu Qing wore a green skirt that was short in front and long in the back today. There were a few touches of emerald green on the front of her white shoes. She rolled up her sleeves and ran over, with the green sleeves and skirt fluttering.
She didn't blame Fan Zhiyi for causing trouble. Instead, she frowned at Wu Sheng and said, "Sir, I've told you many times that this is confidential and cannot be disclosed. Please go back. Also, we don't allow trouble in the Immortal Court. If you do it again, I won't let you off easily."
Wu Sheng pursed his lips and lowered his head dejectedly, but showed no intention of getting up.
Fan Zhiyi was not going to kneel with him anyway, and Xu Qing was here too, so he didn't need to waste any more time here.
At this moment, the door behind them was opened from the inside, and the four people looked at each other and fell into silence.
Bing Nandong lowered his eyes and looked at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi turned his head and stared at Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong asked him, "What are you doing again?"
"Please give me a hand. I can't get up." Fan Zhiyi didn't explain. Things were too complicated. He just wanted to go crazy.
Bing Nandong seemed speechless but helpless. He held Fan Zhiyi's outstretched hand and pulled him up with force. Fan Zhiyi stood up with this force, and for a moment the two of them were very close to each other. Bing Nandong could even see the tiny hairs on Fan Zhiyi's face.
However, Bing Nandong only took a quick glance and immediately looked away as if he had been burned, letting go of his hand. He still needed to maintain his usual composure as the eldest senior brother in front of others, so he stared at Wu Sheng: "Why are you still here?"
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