After obtaining the old lady's birth date and time, Wen Zhixuan returned home.
Wen Yicheng is over four months old. He has just learned to roll over and can make some monosyllable sounds.
After all, he was his own flesh and blood. Wen Zhixuan couldn't bear to send him away back then, so he naturally took good care of him.
The child was very close to him, and was currently being held in his arms, grinning and waving his little arms, trying to grab his hair.
Wen Zhixuan's eyes softened unconsciously.
He's only twenty years old this year; in ancient times, he would have just come of age.
Unfortunately, no one held a coming-of-age ceremony for him.
"Child, your father needs your help with something, but you'll have to bear with it."
Wen Zhixuan wasn't stupid. He vaguely sensed that he had been tricked and could no longer use magic to do evil. In addition, he was now seriously injured and his spiritual power was damaged, so he could no longer withstand the backlash.
He could only borrow the essence and blood of Wen Yicheng, who was connected to him by blood.
The knife cut the child's finger, and blood gushed out.
Wen Yicheng immediately burst into tears.
He couldn't speak yet, and the only way he could express his emotions was by crying.
Wen Zhixuan treated his wounds, carried him out, and handed him over to the wet nurse.
"Young Master just knocked over a teacup and cut his finger. Please be careful when serving him and make sure he doesn't get it wet."
The wet nurse nodded repeatedly, "Yes."
Wen Zhi entered through the doorway, wrote his son's birth date and time on a paper effigy in his son's blood, and then went into the secret room.
Looking at the ghost trapped in the soul-locking array—Jiang Sixian.
Before Jiang Sixian died, he had already set up the formation. This woman was competitive all her life, and with her enemy still alive, she naturally harbored deep resentment; otherwise, she wouldn't have asked Shen Zhixian to avenge her before her death.
After raising her for so long, it's time for her to prove herself.
"Now you have a chance for revenge, do you want to give it a try?"
A person's soul is transparent, and even their expression cannot be seen. Jiang Sixian's resentment was probably too deep. Even though only her soul remained, her eyes still held an intense and unyielding hatred.
"What should we do?"
The old lady possessed great merit, and ghosts could not approach her.
Wen Zhixuan unfolded the paper figure, "You should be able to use your soul power now."
Ghosts are under the control of the underworld, but with so many people dying every day, especially during wartime, the underworld can't keep up. To prevent ghosts from causing harm while wandering the human world, they are subject to the rule of Heaven for a year after death. If they haven't returned to the underworld after a year, they can either be reborn in another body or cultivate the path of ghosts.
Jiang Sixian's soul had just left her body when she was trapped by Wen Zhixuan, so she naturally didn't understand the key to this.
After being nurtured in the Soul-Locking Array for a year, she did indeed sense the soul power belonging to a ghost.
"What should we do?"
Jiang Sixian lost her father and brother at the age of three, and her mother at the age of five. Then she entered the palace and got married at the age of fifteen. In terms of understanding the old lady, she was really not as good as her own daughter, Shen Zhixian.
For example, she didn't know the old lady's birth date and time.
That's why Wen Zhixuan went to find Shen Zhixian.
"Infuse a wisp of your soul power into this paper figure, and your enemy will soon die."
Jiang Sixian had worked with him before and knew he also deeply resented the Jiang family. Whatever his motives, as long as he could get revenge, that was enough.
Soul power overflowed from between her brows and landed on the paper figure.
Wen Zhixuan bit his finger and sealed it with his blood.
The paper figure burst forth with a bright light.
Jiang Shumiao, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes. She felt her blood surging and someone was casting a spell on her blood relatives.
His mind covered the entire princess's residence, and he was unaware of the danger.
Then there's only one option—
The Duke of Anguo's Mansion.
That dog of a male lead, he never learns his lesson!
Wen Zhixuan didn't use spiritual power; he must have relied on external forces.
It's either a demon or a ghost.
Fuqu had not found any other demons or spirits in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion before, so it was probably a ghost, or even an evil ghost.
That useless bastard, the Emperor of Fengdu, doesn't he ever look at the Book of Life and Death? He actually lets evil spirits run rampant in the human world.
What kind of awful world is this? It's one thing for demons to be able to walk among humans, but ghosts can't even enter the underworld for reincarnation.
What exactly is the Way of Heaven doing?
Jiang Shumiao truly never expected that after being reincarnated as a mortal, this old immortal would actually have to be responsible for catching ghosts!
When she gets angry, she unleashes a fierce attack.
Jiang Sixian suddenly let out a shrill scream. The powerful force pierced through her soul, causing pain a hundred times worse than poison that kills instantly.
Before she could even cry for help, her entire soul shattered and vanished into thin air.
Although Wen Zhixuan had expected it, he was still somewhat shocked to witness it with his own eyes.
That person is too strong; he can easily destroy a demon from a distance.
My palm felt hot.
The once radiant paper figure instantly dimmed and turned to ashes. He spat out another mouthful of blood, but a smile appeared on his lips.
It's just a pity, the old lady was too lucky to live.
Jiang Shumiao also realized what was going on.
The restriction she placed on the male protagonist was lifted by him using external force!?
Using the blood of one's closest relatives as a medium, the divine power borrowed from oneself is attached to the medium, and then the power of the evil spirit is used to cast the spell.
The evil spirit was annihilated, and his protective barrier naturally disappeared as well.
As expected of the male lead, he's quite clever; he even managed to scheme against her.
Jiang Shumiao was unhappy.
Fuqu noticed her emotions and comforted her, "Goddess, don't be angry. With your strength, dealing with a mere mortal like him is a piece of cake. Moreover, your mental space is so vast that if he does evil again in the future, you will be able to detect it immediately and thwart his plans."
Jiang Shumiao said irritably, "I am a mortal now, and a child who has just turned one year old."
Fuqu was confused. "Then what happened?"
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