The Taoist priest then said:
"This soul is too weak. It can no longer speak or move. Even if it returns to its body, it will probably become mentally impaired. Therefore, another soul needs to be sacrificed to replenish its strength and bring it back to life."
The couple stared at each other for a long time without saying a word.
Not only that.
"There are requirements for this person's birth chart. I've calculated it for both of you before, and neither of them is suitable."
The couple seemed to catch their breath, but immediately became tense again.
He said his eldest daughter was already married and his youngest son was fifteen years old.
They couldn't go on like this. They had to trade their younger son for their older son's life. Both sons were their flesh and blood; how could they bear to do that?
The Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Actually, there's someone even more suitable that you haven't thought of."
The couple looked at the Taoist priest in surprise.
The Taoist priest said, "It's the fetus in your eldest daughter-in-law's womb."
A fetus whose sex is unknown, and an eldest son on whom high hopes were placed.
How to choose?
Fan Jingyun was unaware of all this.
She would simply stroke her belly every day, whispering secrets to the baby, placing all her hopes on this unborn child.
The only strange thing is the increasingly strange look in my in-laws' eyes.
That kind of look in her eyes, which frightened her and seemed like she wanted to devour her, was something that terrified her.
Finally, Mr. and Mrs. Chen made their choice.
The Taoist priest chose an auspicious time to begin the ritual.
During the process of removing the fetus, reshaping the body, and sacrificing the soul, the mother of the fetus must remain awake; otherwise, the fetus's soul, which is inherently unstable, will easily dissipate.
There is no such scene in hell.
A month later, Chen Jiangye appeared at the city lord's mansion, saying that the Taoist priest had rescued the young master who had fallen into the water and brought him back after he recovered.
However, what outsiders don't know is that Chen Jiangye's personality has changed drastically.
The Taoist priest explained that if the spirit is unstable and the body is weak, as long as one fetus is sacrificed every year, the original temperament can be restored in three years.
However, Chen Jiangye's current physical condition prevents him from having intercourse with his wife, and the baby can only be conceived by Fan Jingyun.
Fan Jingyun's mental state has been poor ever since that incident.
Sometimes, looking at Chen Jiangye, it still feels like the sweet days of their newlywed life, but the next moment Chen Jiangye can bite through her neck and drink her blood.
Sometimes she feels like her child is still there, gently smiling as she strokes her belly, and then the next moment she goes hysterical and goes crazy.
Nine months later, Fan Jingyun became pregnant.
Her dinners have been laced with a sedative lately, so she doesn't know who it is and only finds out what happened each morning.
Three years ago, Chen Jiangye regained his senses, but the Taoist priest's rituals made him forget Fan Jingyun. He opened a new courtyard in the mansion and married a new bride. It was the Taoist priest who calculated their birth dates and arranged their marriage. The original courtyard had long been sealed off.
Five years have passed, and no one needs Fan Jingyun anymore, but she is still six months pregnant.
"Such an experience will leave a deep scar on the depths of her soul, like a crack in a mirror, making it very easy for her to shatter during the cycle of reincarnation," Qingye concluded.
Wei Jiao looked deeply at the person in front of her and felt the immense sorrow in the entire courtyard, her deathly and profound despair.
"I've heard of mortals having extremely bad fates, some even leading lonely and miserable lives, but how could it come to this?"
"There is a God of Fate in the heavens, who has a Fate Plate and a Fate Book in his hands. The fate of most mortals is determined automatically by the Fate Plate, while a small number of people will have an entire life story written in their Fate Book."
Qingye calculated with her fingers, "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case that Si Ming personally wrote down her background, especially such a sinister fate. One possibility is that someone tampered with her destiny chart, and another is that someone interfered and obscured her aura, creating such a tragedy. I think that Taoist priest is very suspicious."
Wei Jiao nodded: "That Taoist priest should just be an incarnation. Two years have passed now, and he can't be found anywhere. However, we can go and take a look at the Han River where Chen Jiangye fell in."
“We can also investigate Chen Jiangye and that bride. I’ve never heard of such evil magic before. Maybe if we go and see him, we can find some clues about that sorcerer.”
Wei Jiao nodded: "Then let's split up. I can move around easily in the water, but it will be quite inconvenient for you. Besides, I don't know much about soul magic, so we'll have to rely on you for Chen Jiangye's side."
After the two agreed, Wei Jiao looked at the woman on the bed and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. I won't let those who harmed you get away with it. Just wait and see what happens to them."
The woman on the bed remained silent, but a tear rolled down her cheek.
The Han River is only twenty miles from Yueyang City, which is just a matter of a moment for Wei Jiao. She has already changed out of her true form from Biyuntian and dived into the river in her original form.
She deliberately didn't conceal her aura, hoping to attract the water demon He Bo more quickly. Although she was still on the water tribe's wanted list, no one had ever seen her true form. Even if she swaggered in front of the water god, he might not know who she was.
The weak water ghost sensed her presence and kept its distance, but she didn't care. To put on such a grand show, one really needs to have some skill.
She swam in the river for a long time. The River God usually patrols the entire area under his jurisdiction, while larger water demons usually build their own caves in deeper waters or lakes. So she wondered whether to encounter the patrolling River God first or find the water demon's cave nearby. As for the water god of the Han River, if Wei Jiao remembered correctly, she was related to him.
Qingye found Chen Jiangye at a poetry gathering on a painted boat. The attendees were all literati and scholars from Yueyang City, accompanied by some famous courtesans. There was no shortage of fine wine, delicacies, songs, dances, and music. It was truly a very rich event.
Qingye stared at Chen Jiangye from the corner. He was handsome and elegant, even more so than Fan Jingyun remembered. He was unremarkable in his drinking and chatting, and when he was in the mood, he would write calligraphy and painting, which always won applause from the audience.
On the surface, it was impossible to tell that he was any different from an ordinary person. His soul was stable, and there was no evil or resentment around him, only a bit of demonic energy. This made Qingye a little confused. The crazy and bloodthirsty man that Fan Jingyun saw in her memory should not be the same person as the one in front of her.
However, speaking of this demonic aura, when it and Wei Jiao were in the City Lord's Mansion, their attention was focused on Fan Jingyun, and the resentment and death aura in that courtyard were too heavy, causing them to ignore other auras. At least this wisp of demonic aura did not seem to be Chen Jiangye's own.
It turned and went back to the city lord's mansion. It was already late, and the master of the mansion had already eaten dinner. The servants had also finished their day's work and returned to their residences one after another. The patrolling guards began to patrol back and forth in the mansion. They only noticed a cool breeze passing by, but they did not know that a messenger from the underworld had brushed past them.
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