Xiuxiu looked down at her wrist, where a tattoo of a fetal soul jar had appeared out of nowhere, its ink color deep and dark.
"Grandpa, I... I think I'm alright now."
Xiuxiu's voice was still a little weak, but her eyes had regained some clarity.
We looked towards the shrine and discovered that the ancestral master's peach wood sword was pointing towards the corner of the wall.
There were piles of paper effigies of the fortune teller there.
Yuan Ying slowly walked to the corner of the wall, squatted down, and picked up a piece.
“These paper offerings still retain the resentment of the immortal; we can’t just leave them like this.”
Yuan Ying picked up a fragment: "We must completely seal the remnant soul of the Half-Immortal, otherwise trouble will arise again sooner or later."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down: "Yingniang, what should we do?"
Yuan Ying pondered for a moment, then stood up and spoke.
"We need to find another soul-sealing jar, seal his remnant soul inside, and then bury it in an unclaimed grave in a mass grave, suppressing it with peach wood. This is the safest method we can think of right now."
So I spent another whole day, following Yuan Ying's request, finding an old-fashioned pottery jar and remaking the sealing talisman.
As dusk fell, we returned to the mass grave with the new urn containing the fetal soul.
On the mass grave, the setting sun shone like blood, dyeing the surrounding weeds a dark red, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
Holding a peach wood sword, Yuan Ying chanted incantations as he drew a huge Bagua formation around the unclaimed grave.
Xiuxiu and I stood aside, watching her every move.
"Chen Yan, Xiu Xiu, put the fragments into the jar."
We carefully placed the paper fragments of the fortune teller one by one into the new jar containing the spirit of the fetus.
With each piece added, a faint humming sound emanated from the jar.
After placing the jar, Yuan Ying quickly drew a sealing talisman on the mouth of the jar with cinnabar, and then slowly placed the jar into the unclaimed grave.
Then, a peach wood stake was planted in front of the grave, and the words "Ten lifetimes may pass, do not approach the living" were carved on it with a carving knife.
After doing all this, Yuan Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "Hopefully this will keep him in check and prevent him from harming people again."
But as we turned around, Yuan Ying's expression suddenly changed.
She quickly took out the bone-revealing mirror.
The words on the peach wood stake reflected in the mirror were fading rapidly, replaced by new carvings.
Only one word—
die!
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