Just as Qin Nan was about to step forward to help Luo Lin up, he heard sounds coming from outside the cave. It sounded like there were many people and the clattering of armor.
Luo Lin snapped out of his daze, picked up the fallen sword, and stood up.
It's obvious who came from outside.
Song Huiru's eyes, bound with red silk, seemed to see something. She stared at Luo Lin's back, remaining silent and still.
Zhao Wan was still caught in a jumble of memories.
She was the one who tortured Song Huiru to death, she was the one who destroyed the blooming flower in her heart, she dragged her into the abyss, and together they were doomed to eternal damnation.
And she has been dead for a very, very long time.
It was Song Huiru, who had become a vengeful ghost, who killed her with her own hands.
Shan You and Li You weren't very good at fighting. If it came down to a serious fight, neither of them might be able to beat Qiong Ruiheng. So, they wisely took Jiang Jiang, who was equally useless, and stood aside.
With Bai Hao and Qiong Ruiheng on his left and right sides, Qin Nan felt very safe, but he wasn't afraid of anything.
He used to be afraid of ghosts because when the underworld was dark and gloomy, he was torn apart and cursed by thousands of ghosts. He was naturally unafraid before, but after becoming human, those remaining traces became his nightmares.
Speaking of which, Qin Nan vaguely remembered something. When he was a child, he was even more afraid of ghosts. Later, it seemed that his father taught him to recite some strange incantations. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but it actually worked. Although it did not cure him, it alleviated his fear a lot.
At this moment, Qin Nan was not afraid because he remembered some things. Also, he was not afraid of the people coming from outside because he sensed that the other half of the jade pendant seemed to be not far from him.
This means that Li Yuchu was there, and he must have known something too.
Bai Hao also said that Song Huiru was related to the painting, and now that she had an accident, Li Yuchu would definitely have to show up.
As Luo Lin went out to meet the enemy, Bai Hao and the others followed him to the entrance of the cave.
There were many torches outside, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.
As expected, the soldiers who arrived were government troops. Luo Lin discovered that among them were enemy soldiers who had attacked Gucheng after it was captured, all of whom had been killed by Song Huiru, who was known as a vengeful ghost.
Luo Lin gripped his sword tightly, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent. Although he wasn't in control of the body, he had personally experienced the battlefield and the fighting, and he could remain calm even when facing thousands of troops.
More importantly, there are people he needs to protect behind him, and he will never back down!
Bai Hao glanced at Luo Lin indifferently. His courage was commendable, but his brain wasn't very sharp. Ordinary methods couldn't kill them. They were a group of ghosts who relied on the painting to survive. Even if they were killed, they would be resurrected. It was an endless cycle.
Qin Nan looked at the crowd surrounding them and suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. He looked in one direction.
Qin Nan: "Bai Hao, over there, the jade pendant is not far away."
Qin Nan quietly pointed out the direction to Bai Hao.
Bai Hao grunted in response, his black eyes turning into silver-white beastly pupils as he appeared before the cave. The small array that Bai Hao had casually set up was activated.
In the blink of an eye, thick fog enveloped the mountains, and visibility outside the cave was barely an inch.
Taking advantage of this moment, Bai Hao grabbed Luo Lin and brought him back outside, while simultaneously tossing out a small fire seed.
When Luo Lin was dragged back to the cave, he was still dazed. After getting up from the ground, he saw a huge fire suddenly burst into flames outside, and the ghosts that had been controlled and were extremely quiet at the same time let out screams and wails.
Although I couldn't see what was happening outside, just hearing their shrill cries sent chills down my spine.
Qin Nan asked curiously, "What did you do?"
Bai Hao: "I borrowed the fire a long time ago and forgot to return it. It just so happens to come in handy. The Red Lotus Karmic Fire can burn away karmic obstacles and cleanse the soul. It's just that the process is a bit painful. After they are burned, they will leave the painting. The ghost messengers of the underworld will find them and enter the underworld. They can then enter the cycle of reincarnation again."
Qin Nan: "Is this the only way? This seems a bit painful, it's almost like slaughtering a pig!"
Bai Hao: "There are others, but they are troublesome. Whether they are in pain or not depends on how much karma they have. The amount of karma depends on whether they did good or evil in their previous life. It has nothing to do with the karmic fire. Moreover, after their souls are purified by the karmic fire, they no longer need to be judged by the judges of the underworld."
There are eighteen levels of hell, and a total of three hundred and sixty-five hells of varying sizes. All sins committed in life are punished there; compared to that, this is really just a little painful.
Bai Hao spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without any pity. He believed that Heaven was watching what people did, and that there were gods watching from above. Debts in life could be repaid after death.
As they spoke, the sounds outside gradually subsided and stopped, the fog slowly dissipated, the karmic fire had burned out, and all the people in front of the cave had disappeared, yet the flowers, plants, and trees remained undamaged.
Qin Nan noticed something and looked in a certain direction, where a person slowly walked out.
He wore a snow-white, straight-collared long robe made of silk with an excellent drape, and a wide, moon-white belt with gold thread around his waist, from which hung half of a dark jade pendant inlaid with gold thread.
His face was like jade, his skin was pale and bloodless, his pupils were dark red, his long hair was tied up, he had no beard or stubble, and his crimson lips were slightly upturned with a faint smile.
Luo Lin exclaimed in surprise: "Li Yuchu!"
His voice immediately jolted Zhao Wan awake. After learning the whole truth, upon hearing Li Yuchu's name, her hatred and resentment, which had never stirred before, grew wildly.
She was surrounded by black mist, and everyone else felt the temperature drop sharply.
Not only Zhao Wan, but Song Huiru's fingernails also became long and sharp, exuding a strong ghostly aura.
Upon seeing this, Luo Lin had a bad feeling, but before he could speak, Zhao Wan and Song Huiru pounced on Li Yuchu at lightning speed.
When Li Yu first saw this, he remained calm and showed no fear.
The next moment, several black chains appeared out of thin air and bound them tightly.
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