Ren Qianjing's body became fainter and fainter, and her soul finally turned into a ball of mist and completely disappeared from the world.
Jin Banwei drew back the Soul-Breaking Knife, her fingers slightly bent, and her fingertips rubbed across the blade stained with Ren Qianjing's blood. She was a little dazed, and the nightmare of yesterday was still vaguely in her mind. She even remembered how she was frightened by Ren Qianjing and became speechless when she just came to this world. She didn't expect that she could kill her calmly now.
She gained more courage to face ghosts, and became stronger and more ruthless.
Just because she had killed another person who had hurt Yu Li, she didn't feel happy in her heart. She just felt sad. Sad for Yu Li's life, sad for Bai Xiaozhu and Ren Qianjing's selfish lives. They were so selfish that they couldn't even feel the kindness in the world.
Jin Banwei understood. She understood that the world of Yin-Yang magicians was not quite the same as the way normal people thought. Every person and every ghost was trying desperately to become stronger and to step on others under their feet. But... she still felt it was not worth it for Yu Li.
Although she has not been here for very long, she has met the beautiful and kind-hearted Ren Qiao, the loyal Leng Xiangying who changes her face as quickly as turning the pages of a book, the cold-mouthed but kind-hearted Guan Jiyue, the simple and innocent A Yuan, the silly Guan Xue... Some of them are humans, some are ghosts, some are spirits, and some are monsters. Even if you don't have a close relationship with them, you can still feel their kindness. However, throughout Yu Li's short life, she seems to have been meeting scumbags.
But she herself is so kind.
Jin Banwei sighed softly, she put away the Soul-Breaking Sword and touched the Bone Spirit Lamp at her waist. With Ren Qianjing's power being drained away, Zhuo Ning's witch dream technique should not be able to trap them anymore.
She took another blood-replenishing pill, and then a spirit-nourishing pill to replenish the lost blood and energy, and then she took the paper puppet back to the rear.
The body of the paper puppet was slightly damaged, but it could still hold on.
She returned to the silkworm pupae, but they still showed no signs of loosening, which made Jin Banwei a little anxious. She checked the pupae one by one but was helpless. She did not dare to destroy them rashly, after all, one mistake might lead to their death.
However, Guan Jiyue said that as long as they solved the problem of the thing that lent Zhuo Ning her abilities, this witch dream technique would not be able to trap them.
This made Jin Banwei feel relieved.
She sat on the ground, staring at the silkworm pupae in a daze.
It was a little strange. She always felt like a pair of eyes were staring at her, and Zhuo Ning had not shown up yet. They had no reaction to Ren Qianjing's death.
Jin Banwei looked at the memory access card in her hand, which contained the memories of Ren Qianjing.
Waiting like this won't help.
Jin Banwei took out the painting and looked at it. The painting was still covered with blood mist. She couldn't see anything clearly. She murmured, "Ghost Sister."
She put away the scroll and looked at the memory reading card again.
She was the only one awake now, and it wasn't safe.
Jin Banwei stood up and decisively took out a paper figure from her bag. She took out the spiritual paper that she had prepared in advance, and counted out four pieces of spiritual paper with the word "general" printed on them, and one piece of spiritual paper with the word "shuai" printed on it.
She decided to lure out five more Yin generals, which would make a total of six if the paper puppet was added, just enough to protect the six silkworm pupae.
She touched the word "Shuai". There was only one ghost pattern on the paper, but this was a "Shuai" card, so what it attracted was not a Yin general, but a Yin Shuai. Although it was a Yin Shuai whose strength was reduced a lot, and this Yin Shuai did not really refer to the ten Yin Shuai who had Yin official positions in the underworld, but a ghost with the strength of Yin Shuai level. Anyway, it was finally touching the threshold of the Ghost King.
She stuck the spirit paper on the five paper men respectively, bit her fingertips and pushed gently, and the spirit paper penetrated into the paper men's bodies. With a flash of golden light, the word "general" in red appeared on the faces of the five paper men, and three and four ghost patterns appeared on their foreheads respectively. However, the one with the strongest aura was the Yin Shuai paper man with only one ghost pattern.
"God of Hell is above, the ghost soldiers are on paper, my soul is gone, where can I stay? The three souls have come early, the seven spirits have come to the world, the ghost soldiers are out of the house, punishing evil and promoting good!"
The moment the paper man's body filled up, it almost drained out most of Jin Banwei's strength that she had just replenished. Her body swayed, and she quickly sat down again.
It was still too difficult for her to summon Yin Shuai. She just drew a piece of Yin Shuai's spirit paper and wanted to give it a try, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult.
The paper man gradually changed along with Yin Shuai's appearance and turned into a very tall man. Jin Banwei actually felt that he looked somewhat familiar.
Jin Banwei frowned and suddenly caught a glimpse of the birth characters behind him. These characters looked very familiar and she felt as if she had seen them somewhere before.
Before Jin Banwei realized Yin Shuai's identity, Yin Shuai actually bent down to look at her. He asked Jin Banwei, "Where's my braised pork?"
When she heard the word "braised pork", Jin Banwei reacted immediately.
The Yin General in front of her was actually the Yin General with three ghost patterns that she summoned in the ghost town. Naturally, her Yin General spirit paper did not have the ability to summon Yin General. The only explanation was that he might be too idle, and when he felt someone calling him, he crawled out by himself.
This time he was no longer suppressing the strength of Yin Jiang. Yin Shuai's paper man body allowed him to use more strength, and his momentum was even more terrifying. He looked down at Jin Banwei and urged: "I felt your call and ran out on purpose. Where is my braised pork!"
He should not be a serious handsome man, and all he is thinking about is his braised pork.
Fortunately, Jin Banwei was ready.
Jin Banwei took out the braised pork that was stained with Hu Yuexi's blood and was already cooked: "It's already prepared, but I haven't had the chance to give it to you yet."
Hu Yuexi is indeed a fox demon who has lived for more than 3,000 years. The braised pork with her fox blood is bright in color and tender in texture. The eyes of the Yin generals following Yin Shuai are all bright. Yin Shuai takes the braised pork and looks at the overly beautiful color. He is a little surprised: "Huh? What kind of blood did you use?"
Although he was greedy, his reason forced him to ask clearly.
Jin Banwei also understood that the ghosts in the underworld dared not touch human blood or devour other people's souls, which was expressly prohibited by Hades. But for ghosts, human blood and human souls were both excellent supplements. This Yin Shuai must have seen that the color of the braised pork was too bright and there was a faint sugar fragrance wafting out, which made him suspicious.
"The blood of the fox demon."
Hearing that it was the fox demon's blood, Yin Shuai subconsciously sensed the silkworm pupae: "Hu Yuexi's blood."
He actually knew Hu Yuexi!
This made Jin Banwei doubt his identity, but he had no intention of saying anything further. However, when he thought about the fact that Hu Yuexi had lived for more than three thousand years, it seemed reasonable that he knew all kinds of people and ghosts.
Yin Shuai was delighted by the braised pork stained with the blood of the great monster: "Sure enough, I thought you could get good stuff."
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Jin Banwei boldly asked, "Sir, what level of ghost soldier are you?"
Unlike Ren Qiao, their bodies were not system-grade. The bodies of these paper figures were only made by Jin Banwei, and they could not maintain too many changes in expressions for the time being. However, Jin Banwei clearly noticed that when she asked about Yin Shuai's identity, those Yin generals tacitly turned their eyes away.
In fact, Jin Banwei could have deprived them of their consciousness and let them fight under her control. This is also the normal summoning process. Before, the paper-making masters were not of high enough level, and now Jin Banwei wanted them to protect the law, so she did not deprive them of their consciousness, so that she could appreciate their changes.
Yin Shuai held the braised pork in his hand and said, "Don't worry about this."
He was unwilling to reveal his identity, and Jin Banwei was reluctant to ask. Yin Shuai's attention was quickly attracted by the breath in the silkworm pupa. He walked up to the pupa, his eyebrows knitted into a line: "Witch Dream Art... Xiangying seems to be in trouble."
His perception was indeed quite strong. He first sensed Hu Yuexi and then recognized Jin Banwei.
The way he addressed Leng Xiangying was quite intimate, so he must be somewhat familiar with her.
Although the Yin Shuai she summoned was unlikely to disobey her orders, Jin Banwei also wanted to understand the background of this Yin Shuai to have peace of mind.
She couldn't help but ask again, "Sir, are you familiar with Officer Shen?"
Yin Shuai's hand holding the braised pork trembled: "You do your thing, I do mine, since there is no need to fight, we will not interfere with each other, what do you think?"
He was keen on immersing himself in his own world. He didn't even wait for Jin Banwei to respond to him. He looked at the next silkworm pupa and frowned even more: "Why is Min Ziyu in there too? If Lord Pluto knew about this..."
Jin Banwei didn't know what to say except "good".
She heard clearly what this Yin Shuai said. He also knew Min Ziyu, or rather, he knew Min Ziyu. But Jin Banwei didn't quite understand what this had to do with Hades. Why did he subconsciously mention Hades when he saw Min Ziyu in danger? Could it be that apart from bestowing longevity on Min Ziyu, they had other connections?
If you think carefully about what Hu Yuexi said, it doesn't seem to make sense.
Although she had never seen Hades in person, the Hades mentioned by Leng Xiangying and the others was definitely not kind. She was the ruler of the underworld, in charge of life and death, reincarnation, and karma. If she was a person who was easily soft-hearted, then the order of the underworld would have been disrupted long ago.
Over the years, it is impossible that Min Ziyu is the only one who treats ghosts well. Who in the Guan family used to be bad to ghosts? But the Hades has only granted Min Ziyu a birthday in all these years, and even made an exception to allow Min Ziyu, a living person, to live in Yin Street. Why would he be partial to Min Ziyu?
There must be some reason.
Jin Banwei couldn't think of a solution, but Yin Shuai ignored her and she was helpless in the face of the predicament. She had no idea where Zhuo Ning and the others were watching them, and she didn't understand why they were hesitating to take action. But she was already prepared for a sneak attack.
She now had to stay with Guan Jiyue and the others at all times. She always felt that this witch dream technique could not be easily resolved as Guan Jiyue said.
I don't know where Cheng Lanyi took her sister to...
Jin Banwei couldn't help but squeeze the memory reading card in her palm hard. The card was not sharp, but it cut her palm at this moment, and blood spilled on the card. Jin Banwei was startled, and many memories of Ren Qianjing suddenly flooded into her mind.
Ren Qianjing's memories are similar to what Bai Xiaozhu said, including some scenes from their childhood, scenes of surviving by eating human flesh, and meeting a monk and Yu Li.
They had begged Yu Li for help, but when Yu Li fell into their trap, they pointed at him with contempt, "Qian Jing, do you know what that is?"
"Gold." This was Ren Qianjing's answer, and Bai Xiaozhu also agreed with this answer. They smiled at each other, full of joy at their shared opinion.
Sure enough, in their eyes, Yu Li was not a living person, but a wealth built up by gold bars. She was money, not a person.
Jin Banwei saw how they plotted against Yu Li's life step by step, watched them use tears to gain sympathy, and saw their greed and cruelty revealed after they turned their backs on Yu Li. She also saw how they were at school...
Suddenly, her consciousness seemed to enter a simulated space.
The strong wind blew the branches, and the fallen leaves were covered with traces of being eaten away by ghostly energy. A light sniff could be smelled with a strong smell of blood.
"Hurry up, the sacrifice will begin soon." There was an urging voice in her ears, and she frowned and looked up at the sky.
The sun, the red sun.
The red sun cannot be seen normally, she must be in the barrier.
There were densely packed people around her, and not just around her, but the entire barrier was filled with people. At a glance, all you could see were bodies huddled together, young and old, men and women, at least tens of thousands of people.
Each of them looked terrified and uneasy, with fear in their eyes.
Their hands and feet were pierced by black nails. They were like puppets in the hands of others and could only move forward numbly.
Blood flowed from their bodies. Talismans were pasted on their throats, so they couldn't even make a sound of pain. The only way they could express their pain and despair was with their tearful eyes.
Suddenly, someone pushed her.
She fell into a lake with a splash.
It was a clear and clean lake, so clear that you could see the bottom of the lake. There were sea lettuce flowers blooming on the lake. The pure white petals looked like pieces of shells pieced together, and the light yellow stamens complemented each other. The crisp, tender and green rhizomes could be seen clearly.
However, blood has already melted into the clean lake, and the blood color begins to devour that little bit of pure white beauty.
The lake reflected a still somewhat childish face, which was full of fear: “No, don’t kill me.”
That face belonged to Ren Qianjing. Ren Qianjing was not sealed by the talisman. She could still speak, but the words she said over and over were: "Don't kill me."
Jin Banwei reacted quickly and realized that she should be parasitic on Ren Qianjing at this moment, watching the tragedy of that year from Ren Qianjing's perspective.
Ren Qianjing had seen this place a long time ago in her memory. This was where Yu Li and her grandmother lived. This clean lake was Yu Li's favorite scenery.
Did they kill Yu Li at her doorstep? Then why didn't they come here earlier?
Jin Banwei pieced together the monk's words in her mind. The monk said that there was a formation here, which meant that he was unable to destroy the formation before. Or it could be said that he did not dare to destroy the formation for fear of alerting the person who set up the formation. But why did he dare to do so at this time?
"Qian Jing, are you okay?" A familiar and gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ears. She turned her head suddenly and saw that familiar beautiful face.
Jin Banwei's eyelids trembled violently.
She saw blood, lots of blood.
Yu Li's palms were pierced by long black nails, and her left and right scapulas were pierced by silver hooks. Her palms were still bleeding, and her shoulders were already soaked with blood. Her face was covered with sweat, and her lips were pale from excessive blood loss. Her blood rolled down her body and dyed the surface of the lake red. The petals of the sea lettuce on the lake surface were trembling slightly, as if feeling sad for her.
She was like this, but she was still asking if Ren Qianjing was okay...
Jin Banwei looked at her and his vision gradually blurred.
There were two silver chains tied to the silver hooks, and the chain was held by a woman. The woman had a decent appearance, but there was only indifference in her eyes. She pulled the silver chain suddenly, and the hook pulled Yu Li's body backwards. As the hook pulled, Yu Li screamed in pain, and her beautiful facial features were slightly deformed. The blood on her body was flowing more and more, but her eyes were still full of concern.
The woman cursed, "Damn it! She can't even learn to hate. How can we turn her into a ghost puppet? She's been deceived to such an extent, yet she still cares about the liar."
Jin Banwei couldn't make a sound and had no way to get away from Ren Qianjing.
She was just a bystander, unable to even make a sound. She watched as more and more blood flowed from Yu Li's body, and her tear-blurred eyes were fixed on the woman holding Yu Li's hand.
She hated it and felt pain, but she couldn't stop it.
This is different from Leng Siqing's method. Leng Siqing's method is that she only uses her eyes to watch, while the system's method makes her feel as if she is in the situation, which will also make her feel more painful.
The monk who followed the woman gently put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed them with his fingertips: "Zhuo Ning, don't be so angry. If she becomes a ghost puppet, it won't be our turn to command her. Didn't we agree to separate her soul and seal it?"
Zhuo Ning, she is Zhuo Ning.
Jiang Liluo's master, a user of the Wumeng technique.
Jin Banwei repeated Zhuo Ning's name over and over again, as if she wanted to carve Zhuo Ning's name into her flesh and blood, and then spend the rest of her life hating her.
However, it's not just Zhuo Ning's behavior that is hateful, even her words are frightening to hear. They actually wanted to refine Yu Li into a puppet ghost from the beginning. No wonder they had to reveal the truth that Ren Qianjing and Bai Xiaozhu deceived her in the end. They hoped that Yu Li would have enough resentment in her heart. A ghost without hatred and regret cannot be refined into a puppet ghost and be sent by others.
Jin Banwei suddenly began to feel fortunate that Yu Li was too kind and she could not learn to hate, thus escaping the fate of becoming a puppet ghost.
If Yu Li had been turned into a ghost puppet by these people from the beginning and lost her self-awareness, they would not have met.
"Take your hand away." Zhuo Ning shook off the monk's hand and snorted coldly: "I just want to test the strength of this level of puppet ghost. How about controlling her to attack the underworld?"
The monk shrugged and put his hand on Zhuo Ning's shoulder again, his eyes full of frivolity: "Don't think about it, she doesn't have any resentment at all, maybe she can't even transform into a ghost, let alone a puppet ghost."
He is Mikong, this monk is Mikong. The monk who instigated Bai Xiaozhu and others to deceive Yu Li again and again was indeed Mikong.
Hearing Mikong's words, Zhuo Ning became even more dissatisfied. She tugged at the silver chain again, and seeing Yu Li's facial features twisted due to the pain, but still wanting to care about Ren Qianjing, she suddenly covered her lips and chuckled, "Mikong, she looks more like a Buddhist than you."
Mikong followed her and laughed: "Are you saying that she has a kind heart?"
He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly faced Yu Li, clasped his hands together, and said devoutly: "Buddha, please bless me to kill you smoothly, and don't let anything unexpected happen."
Just waiting for him to raise his eyebrows again, full of contempt and ridicule.
Zhuo Ning smiled charmingly: "I find you, a monk, quite interesting."
As she was talking, she pulled the silver chain again. She seemed to be enjoying torturing Yu Li. Suddenly, a man appeared behind her. The man patted her shoulder and said, "Be gentle. Her blood is also good."
Zhuo Ning shrugged nonchalantly: "If you don't shed more blood, she would be dead if your Red Luo Gu didn't touch her heart."
She glanced at the girl following the man and shook her head gently: "Chang Yi, she will be dead soon. What's the point of you thinking about her?"
The girl was wearing a dark grey robe. She gently pulled down her hat, covering half of her face. Her expression was gloomy, but there were bugs constantly pouring out of her arms. She hummed dully and said nothing more.
Zhuo Ning lifted her hat in dissatisfaction, revealing her eyes that were staring straight at Yu Li: "If you want to see, then look openly. After all, you won't be able to see it in the future."
Although their ages did not match, Jin Banwei recognized at a glance that Sheng Changyi was the beautiful woman who deceived Ren Qiao together with Sheng Mao that day, and the man next to her should be Sheng Mao. She pretended to be Sheng Mao's mother that day, but their real relationship was that Sheng Mao was her father.
But for some reason Sheng Mao turned into a child, while she had only grown from a girl into a beautiful woman over the past hundreds of years.
Mi Kong was not as familiar with Zhuo Ning and Sheng Mao as they were. He looked at Sheng Changyi and suddenly felt dissatisfied: "Sheng Mao, have you managed to deal with Ren Qingxu? The master agreed to let your daughter share the spoils because you promised to deal with Ren Qingxu by yourself."
Sheng Mao curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, little bald donkey. The Sanqing Dao Sect calls itself the immortal sect left behind by Kunlun. Now that the ghosts in Nansai are causing chaos, of course they have to go. They won't be back for a month or so, so they can't take care of this place."
His calling of "little bald donkey" undoubtedly irritated Mikong.
Mikong stretched out his hand to grab Sheng Mao's chest, but Zhuo Ning's witch pattern on her face moved slightly, and she blocked Mikong lightly. She smiled and said, "We are all family, so why should we fight? In fact, I still want to see how devastated Ren Qingxu and Min Ziyu will be when they know the truth."
Sheng Mao's attitude towards her was far inferior to Mi Kong's. Sheng Mao patted his chest and glanced at Yu Li calmly: "If you want to die, don't drag us with you."
Before Zhuo Ning could say anything, Mi Kong was already speaking up for her: "I think you are just scared by Ren Qingxu's reputation. In my opinion, Ren Qingxu is not that scary."
Suddenly, a completely unfamiliar man appeared beside them. He smelled like a weasel. He looked at Yu Li with a look of pity in his eyes. "He's not the only one who's scary. None of them are good people. Even if we don't mention Ren Qingxu, let's talk about the old lady Yin who was with her. The old lady is not dead. Do you dare to do anything? As far as I know, Zhuo Ning's witchcraft was taught by old lady Yin."
Sheng Mao sneered: "Zhuo Ning is just a thief. How can you say that he was taught by someone else? He is clearly a thief."
Zhuo Ning couldn't hold back her smile anymore. She sneered and shook the silver chain in her hand again: "No matter how strong Old Lady Yin is, she didn't even notice when I put the undead spirit into her body. In the end, her soul was completely devoured by the undead spirit."
When she said this, she kept glancing at Yu Li out of the corner of her eye, but Yu Li still didn't react.
Zhuo Ning slapped the silver chain in annoyance. The silver hook was hanging with flesh and blood, leaving two new bloody marks. "Do you think she has a problem with her brain? She knows that her grandmother was killed by me, but there is no anger in her eyes."
Sheng Changyi held Zhuo Ning's hand and said, "Stop it. If you kill her now, do you still want your human skin drum?"
"I don't hate you, because grandma forgave you before she died." Yu Li suddenly turned her eyes away, her eyes were still calm, although her facial features were covered with sweat due to the pain, and her voice was much weaker: "Before she died, she had already realized that it was you who did it, but her soul had been devoured by the undead. Even if she drove away the undead, she would still die, and you who controlled the undead would also die. She is old, and you are still young, and she didn't want to drag you to be buried with her."
"Cough cough..." She coughed out a light blood mist, with a little bit of gold in it.
After saying this, Yu Li turned his gaze away.
Zhuo Ning pulled the corners of her mouth without making any sound. Her hand holding the silver chain trembled slightly. Mi Kong suddenly hugged her and laughed: "Tell me, if Old Lady Yin knew that you killed her not because you hated her, but to murder her granddaughter, would she regret not killing the undead at that time and dragging you to hell with her?"
Sheng Mao's cold eyes actually showed a trace of sadness. "No, after all, although the old lady was unwilling to teach Zhuo Ning witchcraft, she has always treated Zhuo Ning as her daughter and treated her well. If she knew Zhuo Ning's purpose, she would probably only strengthen the magic circle, and then remind her granddaughter a few more times not to leave the mountain, and send a few more letters to the Sanqing Taoist sect."
Mikong: "Unfortunately, the old lady doesn't know yet. All the letters she sent out were intercepted by us."
Zhuo Ning: "Sheng Mao, can you please stop talking so sarcastically? We are allies. Since she treats me as her daughter, she should teach me witchcraft!"
"Teach you witchcraft and harm her granddaughter?" Sheng Mao's attitude towards Zhuo Ning was really not very good. Even when he was ridiculing Zhuo Ning, he was willing to praise his opponent by two points: "Old Madam Yin is not lacking in mind."
Zhuo Ning: "Who said that? If she taught me, I probably wouldn't be able to do it, I wouldn't be able to do it..."
Sheng Mao glanced at her indifferently: "Zhuo Ning, how much kindness you have, don't you know it yourself?"
Zhuo Ning's lips moved slightly. She still couldn't refute Sheng Mao's words in the end. Thinking of the last thought, she pulled the silver chain hard and pulled Yu Li into her arms. She stained her fingertips with Yu Li's blood and licked it gently on her lips: "What do I need to be kind for? Do I want to be calculated by others like her, be a fish in the sea, and be slaughtered by others?"
Yu Li felt great pain, but there was only compassion in his eyes: "Stop it, there's still time."
"You sympathize with me, why do you sympathize with me? I tell you, it's too late. I have been plotting your life for twenty years. I will succeed soon. Why should I stop?" Zhuo Ning pulled the silver chain uncontrollably and broke it in her palm bit by bit: "Do you know that the look in your eyes now is exactly the same as your grandmother's? I hated her looking at me with such eyes the most since I was a child. I will destroy your eyes now, and see what you can use to pity the living beings!"
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