Chapter 83 Paper Soul Contract
Feng Tianning was a little confused. Would anyone really waste time writing this for a doll?
"Captain Liu. I'll leave first." Feng Tianning nodded to Captain Liu and returned to the office.
"Tianning, what do you think about this matter?" Fu Ruxuan stroked the documents in her hand and said with a frown.
Feng Tianning pondered for a moment and said:
"Let's go check out the stalls tonight."
Fu Ruxuan certainly had no objection to this, and went to the night market with Feng Tianning that night.
The night market was bustling with activity. Feng Tianning followed Fu Ruxuan, holding a potato tower in one hand and a skewer of squid in the other.
She had no idea that food in the mortal world was so delicious nowadays. After just one bite, she couldn't stop eating.
"Strange, I've been around a lot, but I still can't find that stall."
Fu Ruxuan was a little confused. She had always had a strong sense of evil spirits, so how come she hadn't detected any resentment at all for so long?
When she turned around, she saw Feng Tianning eating happily alone in the back, and he tapped her forehead helplessly:
"Tianning, eat less junk food and go find that stall first."
Feng Tianning reluctantly put the things in his hand back into the bag, clasped his hands together, and his spiritual sense instantly enveloped the entire night market.
After a few minutes, Feng Tianning still didn't notice anything unusual.
"Strange, no resentment."
"Could it be man-made?" Fu Ruxuan asked uncertainly.
Feng Tianning shook his head and was about to speak when his attention was attracted by the shouting from not far away.
"Go over there and take a look."
Fu Ruxuan looked at her with disappointment and followed her resignedly.
Why didn't she realize that Feng Tianning was such a playful person before?
When Fu Ruxuan squeezed to the front, Feng Tianning was rolling up his sleeves and writing and drawing on paper, with a human-sized doll next to him.
More than a dozen people gathered in front of the stall to watch Feng Tianning write.
"Tianning, what are you doing..."
Could it be what she thought? The place they had been searching for for so long was actually right behind them?
But there is clearly no trace of resentment here.
Feng Tianning winked at her and whispered in Fu Ruxuan's ear:
"There's nothing wrong with the people here. It's this paper."
"Paper?"
Fu Ruxuan turned her gaze to the yellowed paper on the table, which was filled with words she could not understand.
"Is there something wrong with the words above?"
Feng Tianning's expression froze for a moment, and he spoke somewhat unnaturally:
"This paper is a ghostly object that can absorb a person's essence."
"As for these words...I wrote them."
Feng Tianning used a language from ancient times, which was somewhat similar to oracle bone script in shape, but also had some differences.
She had already learned the simplified Chinese characters used in modern society, but considering the evil spirit attached to the paper, she did not use it.
Feng Tianning did not continue to explain and copied the text given by the stall owner in one breath.
A faint black aura had already appeared on the paper. Fu Ruxuan's eyes flashed, and after taking the paper from Feng Tianning, she gave the stall owner a fake smile:
"Boss, are we successful?"
The boss looked at the paper for a long time without saying anything. After a long while, he stuffed the two-meter-tall doll into Feng Tianning's arms as if he had received some instructions.
"Congratulations to both of you, you can take home the grand prize."
Fu Ruxuan looked at Feng Tianning, and when she nodded, she thanked the boss and squeezed out of the crowd, not noticing his meaningful look behind her.
They walked to the park behind the night market. Feng Tianning put the doll on the bench and sat down on it.
"Tianning, what are you doing..."
The doll was too big, and its legs drooped on the ground with nowhere to put them. Feng Tianning sat leisurely on the doll's head.
The picture was so beautiful that she was a little afraid to look at it. Fu Ruxuan coughed lightly and said that they should pay attention to their image when going out.
Feng Tianning took the paper from Fu Ruxuan without saying a word.
"Samadhi True Fire, command." The green flame instantly engulfed the entire piece of paper.
"This is not just any paper, this is a complaint."
"complaint?"
During the Ming and Qing dynasties, people held a belief in ghost lawsuits – the belief that the ghosts of the unjustly dead could bring lawsuits against the living in the underworld, but they needed the help of a living lawyer who was knowledgeable in ghosts and yin-yang to write the lawsuits on their behalf.
Feng Tianning retracted the Samadhi True Fire and glanced at the doll under his butt calmly:
“This is the petition.”
Fu Ruxuan looked at Feng Tianning with some confusion, she still didn't understand.
The stall owner is just an ordinary person, why would he help the evil spirit write a complaint?
"In the "Collection of Sorrows: Underworld Volume," it's recorded that there was a lawyer named Zhang who specialized in filing lawsuits for ghosts."
"I guess that boss is a descendant of the Zhang family."
"Since he was writing the complaint on behalf of the wronged souls, why did he still want to harm people?"
Feng Tianning set his eyes on the doll, and his originally cute expression now became a little ferocious.
The legs hanging on the ground began to shake and hit the ground again and again.
Feng Tianning also stood up and summoned the Hongmeng Holy Sword, and said coldly:
"The underworld judges that the lawyer interferes with the cycle of life and death, so for each case he wins, his life span will be shortened by one decade, or twelve years.
The good karma of their descendants will also be exhausted, and their lifespan will not exceed thirty years.
After winning a case, the ghosts have to pay ghost money, and the lawyers’ spirits will also be damaged, so most of them look dazed.
"It's reasonable to say that lawyers don't marry or have children, they only pass on their legacy by taking in apprentices."
Fu Ruxuan's eyes turned colder, and she continued with Feng Tianning's words:
"So the lawyer's descendants wanted to transfer the bad luck of a shortened life to someone else by having someone else write the lawsuit."
The doll on the bench suddenly made a "ho ho" sound from its mouth, stood up with its feet touching the ground, and walked towards them step by step.
The huge body completely blocked the moonlight above its head.
"It seems that this boss has accomplices."
After Fu Ruxuan finished speaking, she rushed forward with her weapon in hand.
The sharp long whip hit the doll's back, and the cotton inside fell out instantly. More and more resentment emanated from the doll's body.
Fu Ruxuan raised her hand and summoned a cluster of flames, which attacked the doll directly. Feng Tianning looked at her with some surprise.
Unexpectedly, after just a few days, Fu Ruxuan has been able to use the Qilin's karma fire so skillfully.
The moment the karmic fire touched the doll, it immediately swept over its entire body. The doll let out a shrill scream and rolled around on the ground without a care in the world.
A ball of black gas also floated out from the top of the doll's head and fled towards the night market.
"No, we can't let it hurt ordinary people!" Feng Tianning threw the Hongmeng Holy Sword out without any hesitation, and it pierced through the black air straight away.
At the same time, the stall owner who was arranging for the others to write in the night market suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked in the direction where Feng Tianning and the others left, and thought to himself that something was wrong.
The boss didn't even care about the stall. He rolled up a package from under the table and ran to the other side.
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