Chapter 227 Soul-binding Sacrifice
Outside the gate of the mausoleum there is an old memorial archway with the words "Qishan Cemetery" inscribed on it. The paint on the four characters has fallen off to varying degrees.
This place has been abandoned for a long time. Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and stared closely at the golden light above the archway.
The mausoleum at midnight is like a dead city forgotten by time.
The bleak moonlight struggled to penetrate the thick dark clouds and sprinkled on the mottled black tombstones in the cemetery, casting a cold light, and it seemed that waves of cold air were slowly seeping out like ghosts.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional mournful cry of a night owl echoing in the empty cemetery, as if it were the mournful cries of the deceased.
At midnight, the vegetation around the cemetery looked like twisted branches and snarling demons, making strange creaking sounds in the wind, which was eerie and spooky.
The dark shadows wandering around flew towards her after she stepped into the archway, and she could hear all kinds of sharp and piercing ghost cries in her ears.
It is better to listen to ghosts crying than to listen to ghosts laughing.
When a ghost laughs, even the dirty ones can't stand it.
The unique smell of Bai Youyou has a fatal attraction to ghosts.
She climbed the stairs and looked at the direction where the golden light was. Gusts of cold wind kept blowing around her and ghosts came towards her one after another.
She held the Xuantian Jue at her lips with her sword finger, chanting as she walked. Circles of light appeared around her body, protecting her in the middle.
The ghosts in the aperture are all howling in frustration and beating the aperture, but they have no effect on the white Yoyo inside.
Her eyes were calm until she stood in front of a tombstone. The photo on it had become blurred by the erosion of time, but she could still vaguely see the photo of the deceased through it. It was an old man.
At the lower left of the tombstone are written his children: two sons and one daughter, but no third generation yet.
She stretched out her hand, and the golden light gradually sank into her palm.
She lowered her eyes and found a bowl of black stuff in front of the tombstone. She squatted down, picked up the bowl, and took a closer look. It was rooster blood. Looking at the thing floating on the blood, her pupils shrank!
A little figure made of yellow talisman paper was floating on the bowl, with Lin Yingyue written on the chest in red cinnabar. If she guessed correctly, the birth date must be written on the back!
Who is so vicious that he dares to use the forbidden technique of suppressing and capturing the soul of a living person!
She quickly took out her cell phone and called her father. Usually, to use this forbidden technique, one needs not only the date of birth but also hair!
"Dad, when Mom went back to the old house today, did she ever leave your sight?"
Father Bai didn't know why his daughter asked this. He thought carefully and then seemed to remember something. He said, "Today, Zeng Shulan called her to the yard alone. I don't know what they said. Hey, what happened? Is your mother's fainting related to that person?"
Bai Youyou lowered her eyes slightly, and tried to keep her tone calm, "It's nothing, I'm just asking to see if there's anything that can be ruled out."
"Hey, your mother has already completed the hospitalization procedures and has been transferred to the ward. It's too late. It's not safe for a girl like you to stay outside for too long."
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry about me."
After hanging up the phone, she stared at the bowl of blood in her hand with a solemn expression, as ghosts and wolves howled all around her.
This kind of forbidden technique, if someone casts it, it will be broken. This is all due to the level of the practitioner. The current situation is that his mother has been cast a forbidden technique.
I can break this forbidden technique, and the opponent will suffer backlash because I broke her forbidden technique, and will be seriously injured if not killed!
But now, she couldn't let her mother's soul stay outside, she had to break it!
She placed the bowl on the ground, and began to make quick hand gestures with her hands while chanting spells.
Finally, he put the burning talisman directly into the bowl, and the soaked yellow paper immediately burned.
Bai Youyou listened quietly to the shrill screams ringing in her ears. As the screams came, cold winds blew around her, making her feel cold all over. If an ordinary person was blown by this wind, he would have been filled with evil spirits.
The small yellow paper in the bowl burned out, she put the bowl down, and then spoke to the air around her.
"I don't know why you did this, but everything has its cause. This time you were the one who caused me trouble first. I broke your magic, and even if you lose your life, it's your own fault."
In a remote dark room, a man in a black Taoist robe collapsed to the side, holding his chest.
In front of him was an altar for performing rituals, on which a straw man had been burned to ashes.
A cold female voice was still echoing in my ears.
A sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat.
Following the last sentence of the female voice, "Even if you lose your life, it is your own fault..."
In the end, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dirty black blood.
His chest felt like it was burning. He struggled to sit up and practiced Qigong to heal his injuries.
After a week, he was able to stand up with difficulty. He walked tremblingly to the back of the altar, picked up his cell phone and made a call.
It took a long time for the other party to pick up the phone, and a deliberately low female voice came through.
"Hey, Master Luo, what's going on?"
The man called Master Luo had a complicated expression, and even let out a low growl of anger.
"The other party hired a powerful person to break my magic, and I was seriously injured. I can't take on this job of yours."
Zeng Shulan suddenly became anxious.
"Master Luo, you have taken my money, you can't quit halfway."
"But you didn't tell me there are capable people."
Master Luo suppressed his anger.
"How could I have known that a little girl like her could be so capable?"
"You know each other!"
Master Luo caught her words and immediately asked back.
Zeng Shulan suddenly stuttered, "She's just a little girl, how could she have any ability? She's just trying to gain fame."
Her disapproval completely angered Master Luo.
"You know shit, she just broke my spell and I almost died!"
Zeng Shulan didn't care whether he was dead or alive, she just chose to listen to part of it.
I couldn't help but whispered.
"What does this mean? You failed? What should I do? Do you know how hard it was for me to get that bastard's hair?"
Master Luo was furious.
"Originally, performing this soul-binding sacrifice for you is a very risky thing to do. You only gave me two million dollars, and you want me to die? I'm sorry, please find someone else."
Zeng Shulan became unhappy when she heard this.
"What do you mean? Two million is not enough. If you weren't so famous, would I have offered you two million to help me settle this? I didn't expect you to be just an ordinary person. I tell you, if you can't do it, just give me your money back!"
Master Luo was so angry that he wanted to die. If it wasn’t for this woman’s deliberate concealment, how could he have been injured so badly!
"The loss of my cultivation and skills cannot be compensated by your mere two million."