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not to take an elevator in abnormal situations, but she just wouldn't listen. She even said I wanted to harm her and have a ghost kill her so we could run away.Then my brother and I pulled her with a...What kind of sorcery can keep the soul of a recently deceased person from leaving the body

This sounds incredibly difficult to comprehend. The scattering of souls is a normal part of reincarnation, but the mirror formation at Mount Wuzhang before this disrupted it, trapping these spirits and breaking the natural "path."

Now, the people of Wuzhishan City who have passed through the Yin Road and been registered on the Death Record should be able to reincarnate normally. No one should dare to interrupt their reincarnation from the underworld.

But what of those who still remain within the Dharma, the remnants of the various scattered tribes, where do their souls go after an accidental death

The current MiJiang FaMen has been broken, and sooner or later the Yin souls will float out and be absorbed by this law formation that is right in front of them.

That shrine must be some kind of magical artifact, but we can't get to it. It doesn't exist here; only its power and image pass through the formation's eye.

The body of the Yellow-Skinned Demon was dragged by Soul Binding to the edge of a deserted village. Here, it was far from the black mist and a gentle mountain breeze blew over, dissipating the stench of decay.

I turned on my phone's light. The yellow-skinned creature's belly was probably cut open by the stones, with intestines spilling out and blood congealing on its fur, making it a black, hard lump.

Whether it's humans or animals, seeing internal organs and corpses makes people feel very uncomfortable.

I couldn't bear to look closely, so I turned my head and dodged to the side.

Mu Wanchen immediately shielded me with his back. He took out a small piece of incense from his sleeve and, finding a stone, placed it on the head of the yellow skin spirit. Using a talisman as a guide, he lit the incense.

That wisp of smoke, tiny as it was, rose and gradually formed a phantom on the body of the Huangpi spirit. It became more distinct, twisting into eyes and brows contorted in agony.

"...Miss, Miss, save me..." it weakly repeated those words.

"Who are you calling" I asked in a low voice.

"Miss... I'm looking for the miss..."

"I suddenly understood: 'You're looking for Ms. Xue Ahem, you're looking for my mother'"

Since this yellow-skinned creature is a domesticated one, it must have the mindset of a slave. The "miss" it speaks of can't be referring to me; it must be referring to Ms. Xue.

"Little Master..." A thin, sharp voice belonging to the yellow-skinned spirit sounded, seeming to call my name.

"How did you end up like this After you sent me the message, weren't you supposed to go home right away" I asked anxiously.

"My lady summoned my soul, and I came running. Unexpectedly, there are monsters here who have harmed me..."

“The shrine is sucking away the souls of the newly deceased, and I don't know who is behind it all. Because I have a bit of spiritual power, I can still barely stay conscious, but my body is dead, and my soul will eventually leave it. Please, master, take me away from here! I don't want to be refined!” It spoke in a rush, and then the smoke began to dissipate.

It seemed to still desperately want to express something, but the smoke solidified not, its voice vanishing with the shifting wisps into the darkness.

And my junior wife and I stood behind Mu Wanchen, looking at each other in astonishment.

“Shall we retreat first It doesn't seem like there are any enemies here, but there are quite a few dead bodies... I feel a little uneasy. What if all these corpses suddenly get up I'd be terrified.” The junior wife whispered, “I think refining corpses is much more terrifying than refining souls...”

Mu Wanchen nodded and said, "Let's go. When the incense burns out, it can dispel some evil spirits. It's best to tell Mu Yunfan about this situation as soon as possible. If this place becomes a climate, it will have a detrimental effect on the world. It's better to prepare in advance. I'll come over every day to disperse them and slow down the formation speed of these black mists."

The wisps of incense smoke from this small burner drifted towards the shrine, looking incredibly meager. Was this what Mu Wanchen used to dispel evil spirits

He probably saw the question in my expression and chuckled lightly: "Fragrance, since its creation, has been imbued with many meanings. It's not just used for worship; incense with special items added can also calm the mind, steady one's resolve, and dispel evil spirits."

"Then this is yours" I asked.

"Hmm."

My goodness, he can still make such cute little things.

The little wife immediately booked an appointment and said, "Then you make something for me next time."

"With your master by your side, what evil do you need to exorcise" Mu Wanchen said faintly, standing up, one hand forming a seal against his chest, silently chanting.

In the distance, a desolate wasteland shrouded in faint black mist. He stood on the hillside, the night wind rustling through his snow-white hair, a soul lamp casting flickering blue smoke around him.

The sleeves fluttered, and the fingers were nimble as swords.

The moonlight is like gauze, resembling a lotus flower.

I couldn't help but lower my head and rub my eyes. His back seemed a little blurry for a moment.

Must be the incense smoke that blurred my eyes, or maybe I haven't been resting well lately. Not only am I hallucinating, but I'm also seeing things

And his eyes were extremely sore, tearing up every time he rubbed them.

"Xiao Yin Luo, what's wrong with you" My junior sister hugged my shoulder and asked quietly.

"...No, no, nothing. I think I just got my eyes smoked and now they're extra watery." I quickly answered.

The smoke drifted toward the shrine, and quite a bit of the black mist rising from the ground was dispelled. It seems this incense is quite effective.

Mu Wanchen turned around and said, "Let's go. The mastermind behind all this won't appear here for the time being. Let's go back first, observe the situation, and prepare to deal with it... What's wrong"

He was supposed to have a normal speaking voice, but when he got to me, his tone "suddenly" softened several notches. It made me cry and laugh at the same time.

"I think I got smoke in my eyes..." I explained.

"Come on, let's go back." He led us out.

Stepping beyond the edge of the formation, the scenery behind fell silent, like a vast and desolate cemetery.

The little wife looked at the terrain and pointed to a place with better terrain. We buried the corpse of that yellow-skinned demon deep there. Mu Wanchen inserted a small bamboo tube into the ground and said in a low voice, "When you have the ability to escape, come in. Since you didn't get through this tribulation, you can only choose to die or be used by me. Be careful…"

Since I knew that the person with yellow skin was very cunning, I often inexplicably felt palpitations.

This feeling is hard to describe, it's just a sudden feeling of tightness in your chest, and you need to take several deep breaths to ease it.

Fifth Sister said that I was overthinking things. She also comforted me privately, saying that Mistress wouldn't be in any danger and telling me not to force myself. On the surface, she pretended not to care, but deep down, my worry couldn't even be concealed from myself.

I can't really do that.

Sometimes even pretending to fool oneself doesn't work.

It's not just Ms. Xue, Si Huang has also disappeared. How can I rest assured

Although I don't have a close relationship with Si Huang, and I'm not particularly close to Ms. Xue, seeing the appearance of the yellow-skinned monster makes me worry if they have fallen into the clutches of the old monster.

The Yellow-skinned Spirit said it had encountered a monster, needless to say, it must be the old geezer hiding in the chaotic space. His hands were thin and bony like claws, his fingernails sharp as knives, poking through the Yellow-skinned Spirit's belly was as easy as breathing.

Mu Wanchen knew I wasn't feeling well, and he was almost always by my side., and I hurriedly retreated to the other side of the car, throwing open the door and scrambling out.The moment I landed, something felt wrong—the ground was sprouting little scarecrows like insects! T...