I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move forward to continue what I had been doing to see if I could also convert the female ghost, when I suddenly heard a muffled "bang" from behind.
I turned around abruptly.
Old Dao, who had been barely standing just moments before, was now collapsed on the ground, his face ashen, his eyes closed, and not a trace of movement in his chest could be seen.
"Damn it, Lao Dao, what's wrong with you?!"
Luo Tianhe was the first to react. He cried out and rushed over, but his expression changed the moment his hand touched Lao Dao's wrist. "No, Lao Dao, his hand is so cold, it's like...like..."
He trailed off at this point.
I sighed inwardly; it must have been as cold as a dead person's hand.
Just as I was about to go forward to check, Daoist Zhang Qingxiao beat me to it and swiftly arrived in front of Lao Dao.
He squatted down and quickly pressed his fingers on several acupoints on Lao Dao's neck, between his eyebrows, and on his chest.
When his fingers touched Lao Dao's skin, a faint bluish-black tinge appeared on his fingertips.
I was horrified; it was a mixture of corpse energy and yin energy!
But Old Dao, he's clearly not dead yet, so how come he's already producing corpse energy?!
After finishing the acupressure, Master Zhang Qingxiao quickly withdrew his hand, then pulled out an exorcism talisman from his bag and stuck it on his fingertip.
As the smoke rose, I saw that his two fingers had returned to their original flesh color.
"What happened? Wasn't the corpse seed already extracted? It was perfectly fine just now!" Luo Tianhe's voice trembled with anxiety.
"The corpse seed has left his body, but his physical body..." Master Zhang Qingxiao's voice was heavy, as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on it, "It can be said that it is no different from a corpse. It has long been exhausted and beyond saving!"
Upon hearing this, I quickly stepped forward, lifted Lao Dao's eyelids, and found that his pupils were already somewhat dilated.
I quickly unbuttoned Old Knife's tattered shirt, revealing his chest and abdomen.
His livid mortis wound, which had stopped oozing pus, was now visibly deteriorating again.
The rotting flesh, now black and curled, had shriveled up and turned a lifeless, deathly gray, though no more blood or pus was flowing out.
"The physical body is dead..."
I couldn't help but murmur to myself.
Old Dao had long since been consumed by the aura of death, so his condition was only slightly better than that of an ant; he could only be said to have barely retained a semblance of human form.
Then he stayed in the tomb with extremely heavy yin energy, and later he was controlled by the ghost Taoist priest with evil magic and turned into a walking corpse.
"Although the ghost bride forcibly removed the corpse seed from him, it was equivalent to removing the last pillar supporting the dilapidated house. His three souls and seven spirits were instinctively leaving his body because of the death of this body."
Master Zhang Qingxiao spoke slowly.
As if to confirm his words, a faint, translucent shadow slowly drifted out from the top of Lao Dao's head.
Li Huai, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded. It was the first time he had ever seen a person's soul leave their body.
The shadow could be vaguely discerned as the outline of Old Knife's face, but it was blurry and indistinct, as if it might disappear at any moment.
"Master, stop his soul! You absolutely cannot let it completely leave his body!" I shouted. Old Dao is now practically dead!
However, if his soul leaves his body, and his physical body is no longer nourished by soul power, he can be considered a truly dead person!
Upon hearing this, Daoist Zhang Qingxiao quickly formed a hand seal, and soon a layer of pale golden light enveloped his hands.
Then he pressed down with both hands, enveloping the wisp of soul that was drifting out, trying to force it back.
But the soul only paused slightly before continuing to float upwards uncontrollably.
Master Zhang Qingxiao couldn't help but groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
After a person dies, their soul leaves the body and goes to the underworld to be reborn. This is the will of Heaven. The Taoist priest tried to interfere but suffered a backlash.
"Taoist Master!" Luo Tianhe looked at the bloodstains at the corner of the Taoist Master's mouth, then at the old Taoist on the ground who was completely lifeless, his eyes bloodshot, but he was at a loss.
Just then, I suddenly pushed away Li Huai, who was supporting me, and stumbled to Lao Dao's side.
Because of my excessive movement, the wound on my back, which had just begun to heal, reopened, and warm blood seeped out, soaking through the makeshift bandages.
But I can't worry about that anymore. If I waste even a second, Lao Dao could die!
I quickly took out a three-edged bone needle and a soul-fixing thread specially used for sewing souls from my cloth bag.
Master Zhang Qingxiao knew Erpijiang well, so he naturally knew what I was going to do.
As for Lorraine and Li Huai, they had both seen me sew up corpses, but they had never seen me sew up souls.
At this moment, his face was filled with confusion, and Luo Tianhe couldn't help but ask:
"Chen Yan, what are you going to do?"
"Sewing Soul!" I gritted my teeth and spat out those two words.
The Soul-Stabilizing Thread is different from ordinary hemp thread; it is soaked in special medicinal materials and processed using a secret method!
With the unique techniques of the cobbler, he can forcibly sew the departed soul back into the dying body in a short time!
This technique is almost a taboo.
Firstly, the success rate is extremely low, and secondly, it consumes a huge amount of the caster's soul power.
Secondly, even if successful, the soul and body that are sewn back together will be difficult to fit perfectly!
The lifespan of a person whose body has been mended will be greatly reduced, and their energy and spirit will be inferior to that of an ordinary person.
After all, this method is like gluing broken porcelain together—it's barely usable, but incredibly fragile.
Therefore, this technique is rarely used.
But there's no other choice right now; if we don't sew it up, Old Knife will immediately be annihilated!
If it's stitched up, at least there's still a slim chance of survival!
Even if it's the worst case scenario, living a few more days is better than dying now!
After all, as the old saying goes, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.
"Luo Tianhe, Li Huai, help me hold him down and try not to let his body move at all!"
I whispered, and at the same time took out the three-edged bone needle and threaded the soul-fixing thread through it.
Taoist Master Zhang Qingxiao was not idle either. He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged above the old Taoist's head, and formed a hand seal once again.
This time, he didn't forcibly suppress the departed soul, so the backlash was much smaller.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to forget the burning pain in my back. I had never used this technique before. If it failed, not only would Lao Dao die, but I would probably suffer a backlash as well!
Soon, I entered a state of perfect tranquility, temporarily forgetting the pain, the omnipresent yin energy in the underworld, and even the urgent, crimson gaze of the wet female ghost not far away.
After all, this kind of technique requires a calm mind like still water and a stable soul like a rock.
I focused my mind, sensing the fluctuations of Old Knife's soul. In the deathly silence and cold, I caught a glimpse of that aura.
Now!
I suddenly opened my eyes, holding a needle in my right hand and pressing my left hand lightly on the top of Lao Dao's head, three inches above the crown of his head, where the soul leaves the body.
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