Chapter 9: Yin Object Technique
Nan Yuanman’s small face scrunched up, unable to hold back several retching sounds, wanting to spit out the corpse oil she had swallowed.
Liu Hanfei immediately covered her mouth, his eyes fierce: “No spitting! Swallow it all down!”
Under his threat, Nan Yuanman painfully swallowed the corpse oil, her head spinning as she lay on the ground to recover.
Next, possessed in “Zhou Ying’s” body, Nan Yuanman witnessed the entire process of her death.
In the last period of her life, she not only drank corpse oil but also ate all sorts of weird bugs, swallowing centipedes alive, chewing scorpions alive, biting venomous snakes alive…
Tormented until she was neither human nor ghost, the fear and hatred in her heart toward Liu Hanfei grew even stronger.
Finally, one day, after Liu Hanfei forced her to eat a poisonous toad, while she lay on the ground recovering, he took out a pitch-black nail, gripped a hammer, and viciously nailed it into her Baihui acupoint.
At the moment Zhou Ying passed out from pain, he continued nailing nails into her hands and feet, then took out red rope to bind her body, posing her in a weird posture.
Afterward, Liu Hanfei took out two talismans, sealing her mouth and eyes.
After doing all this, Liu Hanfei moved Zhou Ying into a formation drawn with blood, slit her wrist, letting Zhou Ying, who still had a trace of breath left, bleed to death…
Nan Yuanman could clearly feel the blood in her body slowly draining away; she felt cold all over, her consciousness gradually blurring.
Vaguely by her ear, a resentful, blood-weeping voice rang out: “Yuanman, it hurts so much… hurts so much…”
As her voice sounded, pain suddenly surged through Nan Yuanman’s body, hurting so much she couldn’t help curling up.
At the same time, in the room filled with yin energy and grievance.
Nan Yuanman, Zhang Shimian, Jiang Lixuan, and the others all stood stunned in place, their eyes wide, bodies entwined with grievance.
Zhou Ying, dressed in blood-red clothes, silently appeared behind Nan Yuanman; those pale, bluish hands slowly touched her slender young neck: “It hurts a lot, right? Sister will help you, sister will help you be freed right now.”
Just as those sharp fingernails were about to pierce Nan Yuanman’s fragile neck, the grievance filling the room was suddenly dispersed by someone.
Xiao Cao and a thin, hunched figure quickly rushed in from outside, roaring angrily as they pounced on Zhou Ying, grabbing her neck and slamming her heavily to the ground: “Roar roar—!”
The illusionary realm, losing Zhou Ying’s control, instantly shattered; a golden light flashed in Nan Yuanman’s eyes. She blinked a few times, taking a long moment to come back to her senses.
When she saw the person fighting Zhou Ying, her small face lit up with joy: “Grandpa!”
Great! Grandpa woke up!
Old Master Nan heard the childish call, his body stiffening slightly. With his back to Nan Yuanman, he vaguely grunted, not letting her see his current appearance.
With Grandpa there, Nan Yuanman felt a bit more at ease. She turned to see Zhang Shimian and the others, still wrapped in grievance and trapped in the illusionary realm without waking, took out the small coffin, and unceremoniously smacked it on their foreheads, shouting clearly: “Wake up!”
“Buzz—!”
The grievance on their bodies was suddenly cleared.
Jiang Lixuan, Zhang Shimian, and the others broke free from the illusionary realm.
“Urp—!”
“Urp urp urp!!”
Just after escaping the illusionary realm, Jiang Lixuan, Zheng Feiyu, and Aunt Zheng immediately turned and bent over to vomit.
Zhang Shimian’s complexion wasn’t good either; he said gratefully to Nan Yuanman with lingering fear: “Thank you.”
He felt somewhat ashamed in his heart; unexpectedly, after cultivating for three or four years, he couldn’t even beat a fierce ghost and had to be saved by a child…
“No need to thank me; saving you requires reward! One thousand each! Payment after the fact is fine!” Nan Yuanman said happily.
Zhang Shimian nodded: “Good, after this is over, I will pay. By the way! Zhou Ying…!!”
Zhang Shimian grew tense and quickly looked around, checking Zhou Ying’s movements, afraid she would suddenly appear and strike him.
But lifting his eyes, he saw a short, hunched figure pressing down on Zhou Ying and beating her violently, with Xiao Cao assisting at his side.
Zhang Shimian: “???”
He widened his eyes: “That, that one is…?”
“My grandpa! How about it, impressive, right?” Nan Yuanman puffed out her small chest, full of pride: “If not for Grandpa arriving in time, you all would have died just now!”
Hearing this, Zhang Shimian felt grateful and pulled out a handful of talismans, shouting: “Old Master! I’ll assist you!”
Old Master Nan’s body stiffened, and he moved even faster, quickly dispelling the grievance and yin energy from Zhou Ying’s body in a few moves, then taking out coffin binding rope to tie up her soul body.
Then, as Zhang Shimian rushed over, one hand covered his face while the other carried Zhou Ying and tossed her onto him.
Zhang Shimian: “!!”
He hurriedly caught Zhou Ying’s soul body, bound by the coffin binding rope.
After he steadied the catch, looking up, Old Master Nan’s figure quickly disappeared.
Nan Yuanman was dumbfounded: “??”
For some reason, an ominous premonition rose in her heart; she ran with her short legs toward the direction Old Master Nan disappeared: “Grandpa, wait for Yuanman! Yuanman will go home with you.”
Jiang Lixuan instinctively grabbed Nan Yuanman’s collar, frowning coldly: “It’s so dark outside now; what are you, a little child, running out for? Not afraid of falling into a ditch? I’ll send you back later.”
“No! I want to find Grandpa!” Nan Yuanman struggled fiercely, her small face full of panic, her voice tinged with anxiety.
“Grandpa!”
Suddenly, a hand covered by a sleeve stretched out from the doorway, waving up and down.
Seeing that hand, Nan Yuanman stopped struggling and let out a heavy sigh of relief: “Good, good, Grandpa hasn’t left.”
It had scared her to death; she thought Grandpa was going to abandon her and run back alone.
Zhang Shimian, carrying Zhou Ying’s soul body, looked suspiciously toward the doorway and hesitantly asked: “Senior, you… don’t want people to see you?”
That hand waved up and down again, as if nodding.
Zhang Shimian realized; no wonder he ran so fast.
With Old Master Nan waiting, Nan Yuanman’s efficiency in handling things rose sharply. She looked at Zhou Ying on Zhang Shimian’s hand, beaten half-dead by Old Master Nan, and said seriously with her small face: “Sister Zhou Ying, while you haven’t taken a human life yet, stop here.”
“I already know your grievance. Don’t worry; Liu Hanfei and those in the Liu family who absorbed your fortune—I won’t let them go. Soon, they will come down to accompany you.”
“When that time comes, grudge for grudge, revenge for revenge.”
Ghosts killing living people is not tolerated by heaven, but…
Ghosts killing ghosts has no such intolerance; at most, it costs some yin virtue.
However, this lost yin virtue can be cultivated back.
Zhou Ying’s pale face still showed unwillingness; Nan Yuanman continued: “Do you really want to throw away several lifetimes for these scumbags? Are they worth it?”
Zhou Ying fell silent; her pitch-black eyes stared tightly at Nan Yuanman, her voice hoarse and broken: “You really… can send them down to accompany me?”
“Really.” Nan Yuanman nodded: “Even if I can’t, he can; they can too.”
As she spoke, she pointed at Zhang Shimian, then at Jiang Lixuan and Zheng Feiyu.
Zhang Shimian: “?”
He pointed at himself: “Me?”
How did he not know he could?
But anyway…
Zhang Shimian nodded heavily: “I can!”
Zheng Feiyu also nodded seriously: “I’ll do my best.”
Jiang Lixuan: “…” What does this have to do with him!
He irritably scratched his hair: “I’ll help too.”
Zhou Ying huffed and chuckled a few times: “Then I’ll wait.”
As soon as she finished speaking, an ancient bronze gate appeared behind her, with clanking chain sounds from within.
An underworld official in black robes with a bluish-white face slowly appeared; he waved smilingly at Nan Yuanman, his chains hooking Zhou Ying’s neck as he took her into the Ghost Gate.
Watching Zhou Ying’s back, Nan Yuanman couldn’t help saying: “Sister Zhou Ying, next life, don’t be so kind.”
Zhou Ying paused slightly, softly hummed, and slowly disappeared into the gradually closing bronze gate with the underworld official.
Zhang Shimian heard her words and couldn’t help complaining: “She nearly killed us all, and she’s kind?”
Nan Yuanman glanced at him: “If she weren’t kind, you all would have died that day.”
Did they really think all fierce ghosts were like Zhou Ying, tormenting them for so many days without killing them?
From the start, she never really wanted the Zheng family members’ lives.
She just wanted… to tell her own grievance.
Zheng Feiyu, silent for a long time, spoke hoarsely: “The scenes we saw earlier… were… the scenes of her death?”
Nan Yuanman nodded: “Yes.”
Zheng Feiyu immediately fell silent; thinking of the torment Zhou Ying endured before death, a chill rose uncontrollably in his heart.
How could someone… treat a little girl so cruelly?
Mentioning that, Zhang Shimian couldn’t help glaring at Liu Hanfei, who was lying on the ground breathing more in than out, wishing to chop him into pieces: “This dog is the real culprit; your Zheng family must not let him go.”
Nan Yuanman: “Besides him, don’t let that master who cooperated with him go either; he used yin object technique on Sister Zhou Ying’s corpse.”
Zhang Shimian was stunned: “Yin object technique?!”
