Chapter 9 Do you plead guilty?
On the way back, Han Zhen kept wanting to speak but hesitated. When he was about to reach Xuanmen, Han Zhen couldn't help but ask, "Is my brother-in-law really with my sister?"
Duan Anluo didn't answer him directly, "Are you scared?"
Han Zhen shook his head without even thinking, "I'm not afraid. He's my family. What should I be afraid of?"
He thought of a sentence he saw on the Internet: The ghost you are afraid of is the person others long to see.
He just felt sorry for his sister and brother-in-law. He was still protecting his sister even after his brother-in-law died. If his sister knew about this, she might never get over it.
Duan Anluo comforted him: "I'll let you see him tonight. His soul is too weak and he can't come out now."
Han Zhen suddenly became nervous. He could see dead people. Could he be the protagonist in the novel?
Is this the turning point in his life?
Will he use this as an opportunity to be discovered by his great-grandfather for his amazing talent, and from then on become his disciple, seven or eight generations older than Jiang Yuan, and then take Jiang Yuan, his best friend and cannon fodder, with him, and embark on the road to becoming the top of Long Aotian?
Jiang Yuan might be harmed one day, and he would have to follow the example of Sun Wukong and go to the underworld to rescue him.
Jiang Yuan: Brother Han, he’s dead, grab him!
He: Brother is here! From now on, you have to call me Grandpa!
Isn’t that awesome?
Han Zhen looked at Duan Anluo excitedly, "Grandpa, I think..."
"You're dreaming." Duan Anluo had a blank expression on his face. He kept saying the same thing. How could someone be so smart if he could play with his little loser for so many years?
In the afternoon, Duan Anluo was making soul flags. After absorbing the evil energy from Han Ying, he saw some scenes again, which made his face more and more cold, and even exuded murderous aura.
The two children didn't dare to disturb him and cleaned up the hall together. They also bought some god tablets and nails online, and hung them all on the wall after they arrived.
Because Duan Anluo said that the God of Wealth is in the middle, which means he should be placed in the C position, Jiang Yuan specially bought him a big sign with lace around it.
In order to make it easier to carry, Duan Anluo made the soul flag into an umbrella shape and drew runes on it with cinnabar. This thing needs to be constantly refined to produce spirituality, and it can only become a magic weapon after a long time.
Unfortunately, the Soul-Devouring Banner he used before was destroyed. The ancient evil god was indeed not so easy to kill. Even now, whenever he used his magic power, the wound on his soul was still excruciatingly painful, and he could only recover slowly.
In the evening, Duan Anluo began to set up the formation. He didn't want to use too much magic power, so he could only borrow the force.
Jiang Yuan took a notebook and followed behind to learn, "Master, will she really come? Don't we need to go to the West Mountain Temple to check?"
Duan Anluo's hands kept moving, "Can you carry me up?"
Jiang Yuan thought about it and said, "No."
It was obvious that with his master's current physical condition, he would not be able to climb up. His master would be out of breath after taking two steps.
He could have climbed up by himself, even though he wasn't a good student and wasn't very tall, but he was good at sports, having practiced martial arts since childhood and knew a few boxing and kicking techniques. But climbing the mountain with his master on his back was a bit strenuous.
Jiang Yuan thought that his practice must not be enough. He had to work hard so that he could run on the mountain with his master on his back in the future.
"That temple is no longer useful. The seal has been broken, and it escaped long ago. It doesn't matter if it wants to come or not. I tell it to come, and it must come."
Duan Anluo placed the evil energy in the center of the formation, separating it from the opponent. Although the Soul-Devouring Banner was not as evil as shown on TV, it still had the ability to summon souls.
Tonight, it must die.
Jiang Yuan was ready to fight. "I will stand in front of you."
Duan Anluo patted the child's shoulder and coaxed him: "My dear grandson, buying a coffin is quite expensive nowadays, don't commit suicide."
Jiang Yuan was about to cry. He would definitely work harder and harder! Practice as hard as he could!
As soon as it got dark, Duan Anluo ate something and went to bed.
Jiang Yuan didn't dare to sleep, so he meditated under the tablets of his ancestors and fell asleep while sitting.
It was not until midnight that Duan Anluo, who was sleeping soundly, slowly opened his eyes. The time had come.
In the living room, the soul flag moved without wind, and the cluster of evil spirit below it flickered like a burning candle.
It wanted to leave, but was caught by the soul flag and was tightly controlled under it.
The lightly closed wooden door creaked, and a cold wind blew in the mixed smell of earth from the rain soaking the ground through the crack in the door.
Duan Anluo slowly walked to the armchair beside the Eight Immortals Table and sat down slowly. "Since you are here, come in and die."
With a clang, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the door, which had been barely repaired, crashed to the ground again. Jiang Yuan, who had fallen asleep while sitting, was blown to the ground by the wind and woke up suddenly.
Duan Anluo frowned in dissatisfaction. His child was still growing, and yet they dared not let him sleep!
A woman in a red cheongsam, with black lotus flowers under her feet, stepped over the threshold and looked at Duan Anluo with resentment, "I didn't want to confront you, but you insisted on me coming. Since you are tired of living, I will help you."
It turned out to be the poor woman who was rented out by her husband.
Duan Anluo looked at her aura and nodded slowly, "No wonder your child is so ugly. It's up to you. His head is full of bumps and it's pitch black."
"You're looking for death!" The murderous aura on the woman's body surged like a sharp blade, scraping the few things in the hall.
"You're just like those stinky Taoist priests. You want to kill me without any reason. They're the ones who deserve to die. I'm just seeking revenge!"
Duan Anluo raised his finger slightly, and the trap array he had set up before was instantly activated. The whole room formed a transparent cage with spiritual energy.
The ghost asked sarcastically, "Do you think this thing can trap me? Dream on."
Duan Anluo held his chin and yawned lazily. He had just woken up, and the corners of his eyes were red. Even the red mole was a little brighter than usual. "Are you sure those experiences were yours? Do you want to recall them carefully?"
The female ghost approached step by step, leaving a trail of bloody footprints under her feet. Lotus flowers bloomed with each step, and the lotus flowers wept blood. Her resentment corroded the ground, emitting a foul odor. "You stinky Taoist priest, I will tear your mouth apart!"
Her family was in the cloth business, and although they weren't wealthy, they had enough to eat and drink, having accumulated enough wealth to own more than a dozen shops. She had sneaked out to play and got lost, but a kind scholar treated her to a bowl of noodles and sent her home, thus beginning their ill-fated relationship.
Why was she so blind at that time that she felt that he was different from others, and why was she bewitched by him and insisted on marrying him?
Her parents disagreed, so she ran away from home and followed him.
In the first year of their marriage, her husband was very good to her, but gradually, she became less and less attentive and more and more demanding of him.
She has been at home for more than ten years without doing any housework, but she has endless work to do in her husband's house.
Later, her husband beat and scolded her. She couldn't stand it anymore and ran back to her parents' home. She found out that half a year after she left, her mother fell ill due to excessive worry and passed away soon after.
My father was furious and thought she was a disgrace, so he didn't want her anymore.
Her younger brother hated her so much that she made his mother angry to death, and he wouldn't let her in.
Since then, her husband has been treating her worse and worse.
She hated it. Why didn't her father want her? If he had let her go home, she wouldn't have been sold by her husband.
She hated her husband. Why did he treat her like this? She didn't care about his background or his poverty. She gave up her wealthy life to live a hard life with him, but he killed her.
She hated Mr. Huang and his wife. Mrs. Huang couldn't have children, so why did they rent her out to do so? She got pregnant again and again, and when the doctors confirmed it was a girl, they gave her drugs to abort the baby. She only gave birth to one of the six children, and they finally abandoned her in the mountains to die.
She hated the doctor. Why did he tell Mr. Huang that she was pregnant with a girl? If he hadn't told them, they wouldn't have died.
She hated the two people who abandoned her in the mountains!
She hates everyone!
They all deserve to die!
It was the Bodhisattva who took pity on her, saved her soul, granted her magical powers, and allowed her to seek revenge. Everything she did was permitted by the Bodhisattva, and it was all right. They were the ones who were wrong!
Why was that woman so lucky? She had loving parents and in-laws, and a husband who loved her dearly. She deserved to die! She deserved to be the vessel for her child!
That stupid boy deserves to die. He protected his sister so carefully, but when she died, her brother didn't come to save her. He deserves to die too!
That girl deserves to die. She enjoys everything in the modern world, yet she's unhappy every day. What is she unhappy about? Damn it!
And this person in front of her, he always ruins her plans, damn it!
The ghost girl's eyes turned blood red and her nails grew longer. Just as she was about to attack, a bowl of cinnabar was thrown in her face. The cinnabar could suppress evil spirits, and a big hole was corroded on her cheongsam.
Jiang Yuan took action.
The female ghost stared motionlessly at the clothes emitting black smoke. This was the piece of clothing she had snatched from other female ghosts after killing them. It was her favorite piece of clothing at the moment!
Jiang Yuan thought it worked, so he picked up the small broken peach wood sword and went up to stab Gu.
He stabbed the ghost girl's neck with a sword, but failed to move it.
I poked it again and again...still nothing happened.
The slow-reacting Sect Leader Jiang then sensed something was wrong. Before he could distance himself from the female ghost, he met her blood-red eyes.
Jiang Yuan's eyes widened and he ran away, "Master, save me!"
The female ghost pressed close to him, and her scarlet nails dug into the back of Jiang Yuan's head.
Duan Anluo raised his hand tiredly and used his spiritual energy to create a barrier between the two of them. The female ghost bumped into the spiritual energy and grimaced in pain.
Jiang Yuan hid behind Duan Anluo, his face turned pale with fright. This female ghost was too fierce!
The female ghost rammed the barrier frantically, staring at the two of them with tears of blood in her eyes and a ferocious grin on her face. She knew that only by tearing them to pieces could she relieve the hatred in her heart.
Jiang Yuan became more and more frightened as he watched. He hid behind Duan Anluo, his hand holding the peach wood sword shaking. "Master, her level has been rising. According to the guild's classification, she is already an A-level evil spirit. How about I call someone?"
Duan Anluo frowned in disdain, "If you can't beat her, bite her? You dare to bite her like this? My dear grandson, are you too hungry?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I was shaking people, not biting them!" Jiang Yuan stomped his feet as he explained. The generation gap was too big!
Duan Anluo was too lazy to listen and pushed him out of the barrier. He told them that children should not interfere when adults are fighting.
A stream of spiritual energy lifted up the Soul Devouring Banner, while another stream of spiritual energy condensed into a three-meter-long whip in his hand. "So, for revenge, you killed your husband, and more than forty people including Master Huang and his servants, including Aunt Wu, the old servant who was usually so kind to you?
You killed twenty-three members of your family, even your infant niece?
Even the hunter who took pity on you and collected your body was killed. Do they all deserve to die?"
Duan Anluo sat on the armchair, shook the long whip, and the tail of the whip accurately hooked the female ghost's neck. With another swing of the whip, the female ghost was smashed to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy pressed down, and an invisible big hand held the ghost girl's head and pressed it down heavily in the direction of Duan Anluo - all the way to the bottom.
Duan Anluo was still sitting, even in his usual lazy posture. He lowered his eyes, looking down at her condescendingly, "You are not her at all. Until her death, she only hated her husband and Master Huang, and cared about her children. She felt only guilt towards her parents and brothers. You are that blood-stained copper lump that absorbed her dying resentment and slaughtered innocent people in the name of revenge. That temple is the one that suppressed you back then!"
The Taoist priest at that time was not powerful enough to destroy it, so he could only suppress it in the temple and slowly consume its evil spirit.
However, as time passed, the temple fell into disrepair and few people went there to burn incense anymore.
In recent years, spiritual energy has revived and become strangely active. I don’t know whether this thing broke through the seal after its ability was enhanced, or whether the seal was broken and it escaped again.
The reasons for harming people are still so funny.
Duan Anluo's eyes were cold as he lowered his gaze to the evil creature kneeling at his feet. "Do you plead guilty?"
"Hehehe...hahahahaha...confess? Why should I confess?"
The evil spirit surged through the barrier, cracks appearing on the aura shield, as if it would shatter at any moment. The ghost woman's eyes were bloodshot, her mind devoured by the evil spirit, leaving only the instinct to kill. "They deserve to die! All of them! You deserve to die even more!"
Duan Anluo nodded. Based on his previous experience, there was only one reason for not confessing: not being beaten enough.
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