The calm seaside was lifeless.

There were more than a dozen young men queuing outside Dengqing Antique Shop, all with their heads down and their eyes distracted, like hypnotized puppets.

"Take off your shirt and take the knife."

Shangguan Qing was lying on the sandalwood sofa by the window, supporting her head with one hand, wearing a black slim dress that showed off her figure to the fullest.

At first glance, she exudes a sense of otherworldly sexiness.

The man numbly took off his shirt, picked up the dagger and lightly cut his chest.

Shangguan Qing glanced at his upper body. There was no mark she was looking for, and she didn't react when she saw blood oozing out of the wound.

He sighed in disappointment, "Twenty thousand, let's go."

"Sir! The person you are looking for is at Cheng's house on the outskirts of the city."

Suddenly, an old Taoist nun with gray hair walked into the antique shop, holding a wooden stick.

Shangguan Qing raised his eyes and sneered disdainfully, "Oh? Why should I believe you?"

The nun slowly closed her eyes, as if lost in memories.

"Your Excellency has been dead for a thousand years, your body has been left exposed in the wilderness with no place to be buried. Because of your obsessions during your lifetime, your soul cannot drink the Love Potion, cannot cross the Naihe Bridge, and cannot be reincarnated."

"He wanted to break his obsession and lost his memory of his previous life. After being accepted as a disciple by Hades, he took charge of the Netherworld and held the Book of Life and Death. My Lord has summoned a group of men here because Hades said that if you find a man with a red spider lily pattern in front of him and bleed, he can summon my Lord's man and help you embark on the path of reincarnation. But after searching for a thousand years, nothing was found."

"Sir Shangguan, am I right?"

Shangguan Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold and fierce.

He asked sternly, "Who are you?"

The nun leaned on her walking stick and bowed slightly to her, her eyes gradually turning red.

"The person you are looking for is at Cheng's house on the outskirts of the city... He is dying, please go and save him!"

Shangguan Qing didn't know whether he should believe her, but if it was true and he died, she would completely miss this opportunity.

This was the first time in a thousand years that she had heard from a man, and she was going to give it a try no matter what.

Shangguan Qing stood up slowly and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated out of the window.

The nun watched her leave with tears in her eyes, her throat choked with sobs, "General, this old slave can only help you up to this point."

......

Outside the Beijing city ring road.

There was deathly silence at Cheng's residence.

In the master bedroom on the third floor, a group of people gathered around the bed in the huge room, and the man lying on the bed was none other than Cheng Ji, the president of Cheng Group.

His face was as pale as a corpse, his body temperature was dropping, and his pulse was weak, almost non-existent.

It's already a sign of impending death.

Family doctor Shen Ji stood by the bed with his head down, looking helpless.

Qin Qianyue grabbed his collar, veins popping out on her neck, and asked in a wailing voice, "Save him! Aren't you a doctor? Why are you standing here? Save my brother!"

Qin Qianyue is the daughter of Cheng Ji's adoptive father Qin Guotao, and is also the woman who has been in love with Cheng Ji for almost ten years.

At this moment, her mind was filled with anger, fear and anxiety.

She held her father Qin Guotao's hand tightly and kept begging.

"Dad, can you please save him? I know you can save him."

Qin Guotao swallowed hard, trying his best to suppress the grief in his heart, and pulled Qin Qianyue into his arms. Even Uncle Yan, the housekeeper who had watched Cheng Ji grow up, had tears in his eyes.

"The person isn't dead yet, why are you so anxious to mourn?"

With a stern rebuke, everyone in the room turned their eyes to Shangguan Qing who was standing at the door.

She was seen wearing a black dress, black high heels, and standing at the door with her arms around her chest.

She was dressed more like she was attending a funeral...

Shangguan Qing looked around at these people, his eyes full of disgust.

Having been in the human world for thousands of years, she hated to see anyone crying in front of a sick person. She was afraid that the patient didn't know he was dying, so she had to cry a few times to show that she was sentimental.

Qin Qianyue wiped the tears from her face, adjusted her mood, and stared at her warily.

"Who are you? Where is the guard?"

Shangguan Qing walked into the room with steady and determined steps, emitting an unusually cold and terrifying aura that made people's backs chill and their nerves unconsciously tense.

She stared at Qin Qianyue with cold eyes, and the other party was intimidated by her aura and dared not speak again.

Shangguan Qing's eyes fell on Cheng Ji, who had one foot in the gate of hell and whose soul had almost left his body.

But fortunately it wasn't too late.

"Shangguan Qing, if you don't want him to die, just go out and wait."

Several people looked at each other, not knowing whether they should believe the woman who appeared out of nowhere.

Shangguan Qing frowned. Seeing that these people were as steady as a rock, his remaining patience was completely gone.

"If you don't save him, he will die! If you bet that I can save him, at least there is still hope. Why bother thinking about it?"

Doctor Shen felt ashamed of his inability to save Cheng Ji, so he gritted his teeth and walked out of the room first. Seeing this, Qin Guotao had no choice but to pull Qin Qianyue away.

Qin Qianyue didn't understand and wanted to shake his hand off, "Dad! We don't even know her! How can we..."

"Let's give it a try."

Qin Guotao took a last glance at Shangguan Qing.

She looked to be no more than 25 years old, but her aura was stronger than that of a man in his 50s.

The butler also lowered his head and followed him out of the room.

At this moment, Shangguan Qing and Cheng Ji were the only ones left in the room.

She slowly closed her eyes and raised her slender right arm with her palm facing up.

In an instant, thousands of years of spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand. The spiritual power was silver-white and as thin as a hair, swirling in the palm of his hand.

Then she stretched out her right hand to her back, grasped the spine at the back of her neck, and pulled it out like a sword. Every time she pulled it a little deeper, it was like her whole body was being tortured, and her spiritual power also weakened a bit.

From the moment she took charge of the Netherworld, Hades gave her the ability to transform her spine into a whip to bind souls and whip evil corpses. However, since using it once would cause great harm to herself and she would lose at least half of her spiritual power, she had never used it.

Today is the first time...

The spine was peeled off alive. Shangguan Qing's facial features were distorted in pain and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She forced herself to pull out the white bones one by one.

Until the entire spine instantly turned into a silver-white spiritual whip in her hand.

At this time, Shangguan Qing had consumed most of his spiritual power, and he had to support himself by the edge of the bed to avoid falling down.

She glared at Cheng Ji who was lying on the ground, "You'd better be the one I'm looking for, otherwise... I want you to die even more miserably than you are now."

She stretched out her hand and swung the spirit whip in the air, and Cheng Ji's soul and body were tightly bound, with a gap of about half a meter in between.

Shangguan Qing gritted his teeth and pulled downwards with force, forcibly shortening the distance between the soul and the body, allowing the soul to return to the body.

Then, she leaned over and touched his forehead with her fingertips.

His lips parted, "Leaving Soul...Returning!"

Suddenly, a white light invisible to the naked eye flashed between Cheng Ji's eyebrows.

But after just a moment, Cheng Ji's soul separated from his body again, just like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, which could never come together.

Shangguan Qing's expression suddenly became panicked, "What's going on?"

She reached out to check his pulse, and he still looked like he was dying.

She noticed that Cheng Ji's palms were still clenched, so she tried to pry his fingers apart, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.

The palm of his hand was actually purple-black, and it was flowing towards the pulse point of his wrist.

She subconsciously raised her eyes to look at Cheng Ji, her eyes full of doubt.

"It's actually a blood curse. Who are the people you have provoked?"

The evil blood curse is a two-way curse, which is refined from the blood of the person who casts the curse. Not only will the person cursed die miserably, but the person who casts the curse will also not die a good death.

This kind of curse is rarely seen in the underworld, yet he unexpectedly encountered it.

Shangguan Qing immediately raised his finger and stroked his palm, leaving a wound about two centimeters long, which began to ooze out black blood.

She sat sideways on the bed, leaned over and used her remaining spiritual power to suck out the black blood from his body.

Cheng Ji's body temperature began to rise, his face became rosy again, and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

Shangguan Qing saw that he couldn't use the spirit whip, so he let go of it, and it turned into its original form and returned to his body.

After sucking it repeatedly for many times, only the last bit of black blood is left...

She leaned over again.

At this time, Cheng Ji had regained consciousness and opened his eyes tiredly.

The piercing pain in the palm of his hand made his body tremble, and he lowered his eyes to look over.

Shangguan Qing completed a series of actions and heaved a sigh of relief.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and raised my head, meeting his slightly dazed gaze.

"Awake? You're lucky you're not dead..."

The next second, Shangguan Qing used up the last of his spiritual power and fainted powerlessly on Cheng Ji.

"Hello? Wake up."