After speaking, he quickly took out a toad covered in large bumps and squeezed it hard with his back to the new soul.
The bumps on the toad's body burst open all at once, and venom drenched the new soul's entire body.
The new soul had only recently died, so it had no spiritual power whatsoever.
The moment it was splashed with venom, it screamed in agony and lunged madly at the sorcerer.
The sorcerer continued to sneer, as if all of Xin Hun's actions were within his expectations.
Instead of dodging, it took out a complete piece of human skin and took the initiative to meet them.
The human skin was shaken open by the sorcerer and floated eerily in the air like a bag filled with wind.
And the living souls are like sparrows that willingly crawl into the bag...
At this critical moment, a hoarse cough sounded.
Old Sun, the coffin shop owner, slowly walked out, holding a hammer in one hand and coffin nails in the other.
"There really is a master in town!" Upon seeing this, the sorcerer immediately put away the human skin bag.
But the newly deceased ghost still lunged forward recklessly.
Seeing this, Old Sun shook his head helplessly, put away the hammer and coffin nails, and took out the coffin-pressing ink line, straightened it, and blocked the new soul.
The new soul collided with the ink line and immediately screamed as it was bounced back.
Old Sun didn't give chase; he just stood there, looking at Xin Hun with a complicated expression.
"Sigh, he was such a good person when he was alive, how could he become so foolish after he died."
"As a long-time neighbor, I have a piece of advice: hurry up and go, let dust return to dust."
"Being too attached to the mortal world is not good for you or your family."
After suffering repeated blows, Xin Hun seems to have regained some clarity.
When I looked up again, I could recognize Old Sun from the coffin shop.
"Brother Sun, I died unjustly! I still don't know how I died!"
"I asked the ghost messenger who collects souls, but he wouldn't tell me. He only said, 'Once you're dead, you're done. Since you're dead, don't worry about things in the mortal world anymore.'"
"I don't want to die a confused ghost, so please, Brother Sun, have mercy and extend my life!"
Upon hearing this, the coffin shop owner, Mr. Sun, changed his expression slightly, but only shook his head and sighed.
He was merely a "black-footed coffin bearer," far from being able to extend people's lives, let alone reverse life and death.
Furthermore, there is great terror between life and death. Even the most powerful shaman, the Hu family, once went to the underworld to save a shaman disciple but failed to return.
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