On the other side, Lou Mu was still fighting with Wang Tianshi. Wang Tianshi could not stand by and watch Lou Mu form hand seals and cast spells, so he stepped forward to stop him. Lou Mu had no choice but to fight him in close combat.
Lou Mu moved with the agility of a monkey, leaping and dodging, his folding fan whistling through the air.
Every movement of his dance was accompanied by a graceful and elegant style, as majestic as a general. His swift and decisive folding fan strikes were as fast as cutting water, each blow landing squarely on Wang Tianshi's abdomen.
The black water on Wang Tianshi's body clung to Lou Mu's white robes as Lou Mu struck him, making it particularly conspicuous. At the same time, the black water slowly corroded his white robes.
Suddenly, something seemed to illuminate the night sky, the blinding light making it feel like a bright midday sun in an instant.
The two people and the ghost tacitly stopped what they were doing, covered their eyes with their hands, and tried their best to open them.
The moment the light faded, a golden light shot out from behind Lou Mu.
Lou Mu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He dodged to the side, and the golden light grazed his body and struck Wang Tianshi's heart, pinning the entire ghost to a pillar so it couldn't move and made a "whooshing" sound from its throat.
Tang Nian is feeling very uncomfortable. She has never liked the sun, and even though she has regained some of her magic power, she still instinctively rejects this dazzling light.
"Minghuan, get down."
She squinted at the figure standing on the roof and the phantom of Bifang behind it, her tone not very friendly.
Upon hearing this, Ming Huan immediately sensed something was wrong, and his last thought of showing off vanished.
He quickly jumped off the roof and stood upright in front of Tang Nian, his hands hanging in front of him, fiddling with his fingertips, his head almost buried in the ground.
"Sister Tang, I didn't mean to."
Where was the arrogant and domineering way he had been, unleashing spells at will?
Tang Nian was just about to teach this reckless fool another lesson when she was interrupted by a sudden tremor.
She had just steadied herself when she heard a strange noise. She quickly turned her head and saw that Master Wang had actually broken through Ming Huan's shackles.
No, it can't be called a breakthrough; he pulled the entire pillar out along with it!
The palace, which was already in disrepair, was now even more dilapidated and on the verge of collapse.
Ming Huan frowned, about to raise his hand to deliver another blow, when a voice stopped him.
"etc."
As the young prince finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
Terrified, Wang Tianshi struggled as the black water gushed out, but his body remained completely still.
The young prince slowly walked in from the courtyard gate, as if he were entering his own yard, his eyes full of curiosity as he looked at the struggling Master Wang.
"I have never seen a soul like this before."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle from his sleeve, collected some of the black liquid from Wang Tianshi's body, held it to his nose and sniffed it lightly, then quickly covered his nose, put the cap back in his sleeve.
"It stinks."
He then walked over to the man in black who had been knocked to the ground by Tang Nian, squatted down, and yanked open the man's cloak.
The face beneath the cloak was thin and pale, with no pupils in the eyes, only two empty eye sockets staring straight ahead.
Tang Nian stared in shock at the somewhat familiar face—it was the corpse that had ambushed her in the alley that day.
But she remembered that the man had eyes. Could it be that Master Wang had done something strange again?
The young prince gently grabbed a handful of black-clad figures from their faces, and a transparent soul was caught in his hand as the body slowly collapsed to the ground.
The soul in his hand had a blank stare, with two lines of bloody tears streaming down its face, seemingly unaware that it had left its body.
Tang Nian wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if a dark green light was flashing in his dark, lifeless pupils.
"Just as I guessed..."
The young prince muttered to himself with a stern face, clearly having also noticed something was amiss.
With a wave of his hand, several more kneeling ghost messengers appeared on the ground in an instant.
“Take these souls back and destroy them.”
Upon hearing this, Tang Nian frowned and interrupted the actions of the ghost messengers.
"Wait, Your Highness, why are you doing this?"
“These souls are cursed. I have never encountered such a situation before, but I am certain that this curse is contagious between souls. If we rashly release them into the underworld for reincarnation without a solution, it will cause other souls in the underworld to become infected, which will be a great disaster for both the human world and the underworld.”
The young prince waved his hand, signaling the ghost messengers to continue.
"Soul infection?"
Tang Nian was no stranger to it. The soul should be the purest thing, especially after drinking Meng Po soup and forgetting one's past and present lives. However, the cursed souls would become irritable and cause trouble everywhere. Once too many souls were infected, the order of the underworld would be threatened, and many ghosts with evil intentions would take the opportunity to disturb the underworld and escape back to the human world.
A thousand years ago, a soul infection also broke out in the human world. At that time, the ghost messengers were negligent and brought the cursed souls back to the underworld for reincarnation, causing many souls to be infected and the underworld to be in chaos. In order to prevent the infected souls from flowing into the human world, Yama could only send ghosts to guard the reincarnation well and the road to the Yellow Springs. During those decades, very few newborn babies were normal. Some ghosts who were not caught and sent to the underworld even took advantage of the chaos to hide in the wombs of pregnant women and be reborn.
Tang Nian had come to the human world to gain experience in order to help the underworld, and it was because of this that she knew exactly how terrible this matter was.
It is precisely because of this that Yama has become more sensitive to such matters since then. If he were to find out, he would probably act even more decisively than before.
Moreover, this time the soul can still be controlled by someone.
"Even if the monks of Jinguang Temple perform a ritual to help the deceased, it won't work?" Tang Nian still wanted to struggle a bit more.
The young prince shook his head.
"Senior sister, I'm not sure if the cursed souls are only those in the hall. I'll try my best to keep it from you, and I'd appreciate it if you could keep a close eye on things. If too many souls in the mortal realm are infected, Father will definitely take action. But these souls must be destroyed."
The young prince was well aware of the risks involved, but with Tang Nian and Lou Mu present, he was willing to give the mortal realm another chance.
"And senior sister, what do you plan to do about this Celestial Master?"
"Since this is a matter for your underworld, then leave it to your underworld to handle." Tang Nian wanted to find out exactly who wanted her dead, but looking at the hideous and disgusting Wang Tianshi, she gave up the idea. Anyway, it would be the same to hand it over to her junior brother. "By the way, Lou Mu, do you have the wooden box with you?"
Lou Mu nodded, took out a wooden box from his robes, and tossed it to the young prince.
The poor little prince was so small that the wooden box hit him directly on the head and fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Lou Mu!"
Tang Nian glared at Lou Mu with displeasure.
Lou Mu glared fiercely at the young prince. Don't think he didn't know that this brat was just pretending to be pitiful!
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