Li Muge's soul floated in the Yellow Springs, and she walked along the silent path of the Yellow Springs.
Beside her were other undead like her, heads bowed, in all sorts of deathly postures.
Just as Li Muge was about to step into the gates of hell, she suddenly heard someone calling her name from behind.
The voice carried a mix of longing and an indescribable emotion.
"Li Muge was born in the Year of the Dragon."
"Those who are noisy in life will be sent to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling After Death."
"Those who commit evil in life will not be reincarnated after death."
"Who, who dares to speak to me like that? Who's talking nonsense?" Li Muge turned around abruptly, wanting to see which grandson dared to curse her like that.
As she turned around, a rope radiating a pale golden light immediately appeared around Li Muge's waist.
Before she could react, she was suddenly pulled out of the underworld.
Speed like the wind.
Li Muge almost thought his back was definitely broken.
Mo Yan was meditating, holding Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, with a contract in front of him.
Li Muge was pulled by the rope and landed headfirst on the ground, suffering a severe fall.
Fortunately, she's a ghost now, so she won't die from falling. Li Muge rubbed her head and pressed her broken cervical vertebra back into place.
"Li Muge, how could it be you?"
A questioning voice came from beside me.
Li Muge perked up and floated to Mo Yan's side: "Mo Yan, how come it's you? You, me, how did I get here?"
Strange, she clearly remembered being stabbed to death by Xiao Shaoyao, so even if she was conscious, she should be a ghost. How could she be by Mo Yan's side? Did Mo Yan change careers?
I've switched careers to ghost hunting.
"That's the question I should be asking you, Li Muge, what are you doing here?"
Mo Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the formation.
This confused Li Muge: "I don't know. By the way, wasn't it you who was muttering and cursing me earlier?"
"I'm insulting you, Li Muge. You're nothing but a dead spirit now. Do you even deserve to insult me?"
Li Muge: "..."
She rolled up her sleeves: "Mo Yan, you're pretty arrogant, believe me or not, I'll..."
Li Muge made a move to grab Mo Yan, but passed right through Mo Yan's body without even touching a hair on his head.
"Strange." Mo Yan's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Li Muge, what's going on? You're dead, so why can't I see you?"
"Mind your own business, you dog mouth that can't utter a single ivory..." Before Li Muge could finish her sarcastic remark, Mo Yan grabbed her wrist.
Li Muge hadn't even had time to think about why she wanted to punch Mo Yan but couldn't reach him, while Mo Yan could easily touch her body.
Is this really that unfair?
Mo Yan pulled Li Muge into his arms, bit his finger, and ran it across Li Muge's eyes.
Instantly, Li Muge felt a sharp pain in her eyes. She broke free from Mo Yan's hand and covered her eyes.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now." Mo Yan's cold voice rang in Li Muge's ear.
As if by magic, Li Muge obediently opened her eyes.
But she found that everything before her eyes was clear, and she could see again.
"What's going on? I can see now!"
For so many years, Li Muge had never seen the light again, but he never expected that he would be able to see it today.
"What did you do? Why can I see you, Mo Yan?"
Perhaps the joy of regaining her sight was too great, causing Li Muge to forget the conflict she had just had with Mo Yan.
Mo Yan's thin lips were pressed tightly together; his figure was elegant and refined, and he held a Buddhist rosary in his hand.
For some reason, four words suddenly popped into Li Muge's mind.
Hypocritical and sanctimonious.
“Li Muge, I’ve opened your spiritual eye, but don’t be too happy yet. This isn’t for nothing. In return, you must become my ghost spirit.”
"A ghost." Li Muge blinked. So the reason she was here was because Mo Yan was summoning a ghost!
The Ghost Spirit Contract is another type of cultivation contract. The contractor will create a dead spirit in the Yellow Springs and refine it into their own ghost spirit.
He feeds the spirit with his own blood every day, and in return, the spirit can only obey the one who feeds him.
Ghosts and spirits can be helpful to cultivators to a large extent, but this is strictly prohibited in the Immortal Alliance.
She must have heard correctly; this prominent figure in the Immortal Alliance was going to break the law and raise ghosts.
And you also have to raise this great demon.
If this is discovered, Mo Yan will definitely not be able to stay in the Immortal Alliance.
Mo Yan pressed his handprint on the contract paper, then lightly cast a spell, placing the contract paper in front of Li Muge.
"Li Muge, put your handprint here. From now on, you will only be my ghost."
"Why should I?" Li Muge's face darkened. "Mo Yan, even if I die, I, Li Muge, will never be controlled by anyone."
"I only have one chance to summon a ghost, Li Muge. Since you have ruined my chance, I can only accept my fate and make the best of a bad situation."
"Li Muge, no matter what your identity was before, you must stay by my side and be my contracted ghost spirit."
"How can you blame me? It was that broken rope that bound me. Otherwise, I would have already entered the cycle of reincarnation. How could I have become your contracted ghost?"
Li Muge simply refused to sign. She wasn't stupid; once she signed the contract, it would mean she would have an inextricable entanglement with Mo Yan.
"I disagree."
Li Muge turned to leave.
"Li Muge, do you think you still have a choice?"
Mo Yan gathered spiritual power in his palm, pulled Li Muyang into her arms, and controlled Li Muge so that she could not move.
He grabbed Li Muge's hand and bit the tip of Li Muge's ring finger.
"Mo Yan".
For a moment, Li Muge felt a little scared; she had a premonition.
She felt as if she had provoked a madman.
Mo Yan grabbed the finger that dared to hold her down and pressed his handprint onto the ghost contract.
As Li Muge pressed the contract...
The contract paper burned out, emitting a faint light that entered the space between Mo Yan and Li Muge's foreheads.
Li Muge gradually gained a physical form.
The magical restraints imposed on her by Mo Yan gradually faded.
Once you gain freedom.
Li Muge grabbed Mo Yan's shoulder, intending to throw him over her shoulder.
As a result, Mo Yan did not resist and let Li Muge throw her hard to the ground.
Then Li Muge covered her shoulder.
I also felt the pain of being thrown down.
Mo Yan remained much calmer: "The first rule of the Ghost Spirits."
"You cannot attack your own master, otherwise you will repay the ghost with three times the pain."
"So, Sect Master, you don't need to show me any mercy. Hit me and I'll let you vent your anger."
"Mo Yan, you scoundrel." Li Muge guessed that the potion of forgetfulness might have side effects. They clearly remembered how kind and upright Mo Yan used to be.
Now it's become so infuriating that I want to beat it up.
Li Muge couldn't hold back any longer and kicked Mo Yan's leg.
As a result, I was clutching my leg, and it hurt terribly.
"Damn it, Mo Yan, you despicable scoundrel, do you even have any sense of reason? You've clearly mistaken the undead for me, and I have no desire to be your ghost."
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