Looking at Zhang Xixi's afterimage again, it was so blurry that you could see the tile pattern behind her. How could she have any power to harm anyone?
That fight with me just now was probably at its limit.
"Even if you haven't harmed anyone, why are you clinging to this house?" I sheathed my sword, my tone softening slightly.
She suddenly collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Her bloody tears froze into ice crystals on the floor: "I didn't mean to bother anyone, it's just that..."
She raised her head, her eye sockets now just two bloody holes: "My skull is in the living room wall, my left hand is in the kitchen drain, and my right leg is under a flowerpot on the balcony..."
She wrapped her severed arm around herself: "My seven souls are attached to my broken body, even the ghost messengers can't do anything to me, my name is not in the underworld registers, and the underworld won't accept me at all!"
I suddenly remembered the taboo of "corpse dissection immortality" that Yuan Ying had mentioned.
Those whose physical bodies are incomplete cannot have their souls return to their rightful place. Even if they become ghosts, they can only remain near their corpses and will never be able to reincarnate.
Zhang Xixi's severed limbs were buried in various places, which is equivalent to nailing her soul to this building. No wonder she can't even remember who she is.
Suddenly, Zhang Xixi grabbed my wrist, rotting flesh brushing against my sleeve: "Please, Taoist priest, have mercy! If you can help me find all my limbs, I'll accept being reduced to ashes..."
"I will ask Lin You to tear down the wall after dawn."
I picked up the silver bracelet and put it in my pocket: "But you have to promise me that once you find the remains, you will go to the underworld immediately and not linger."
She nodded with tears in her eyes, her figure transforming into countless water droplets that seeped into the wall through the cracks in the tiles.
Before leaving, the water droplets gathered on the mirror to form a line of small characters: "Thank you, Taoist priest. In my next life, I wish to be rootless water and never enter the mortal world again."
I looked at myself in the mirror, my white hair gleaming silver in the morning light.
Perhaps Yuan Ying is right; the most ferocious thing in this world is not ghosts, but the human heart.
My eyes, which are used to seeing evil and wicked things, suddenly felt warm in the morning light.
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