Chapter 95: Grandpa, Save Me!
At the same time, in a deep forest somewhere in Siam, inside a wooden house hung full of pale white bones.
A middle-aged man wearing a black kesa, with countless ferocious ghost faces tattooed on his exposed skin, and a totem painted on his face with blue pigment, was sitting cross-legged in front of a ceramic basin.
Inside the ceramic basin was placed a piece of black silk pajamas, with a piece of wood standing upright on the pajamas, and a scarecrow bound to the wood with red thread, pasted with a yellow talisman.
Beside him sat an old woman with graying hair, pale face, and tense expression.
The old woman stared unblinkingly at the middle-aged man, her hands tightly clasped together, the wound in her palm bleeding again, as if she couldn’t feel the pain at all. She asked tensely, “Shi Hei, as long as we do this, we can bring the cub back, right? Do we still need my blood?”
“No need, I’ve checked. The container I gave you cracked open at some point, the formation I set inside was damaged, and that’s how the soul inside escaped.”
Shi Hei waved his hand, speaking in fluent Chinese, and after a moment’s hesitation, he looked at the old woman and said, “However… Xie Qingya, you need to think this through carefully. Your youngest son isn’t dead yet; he’s just a living soul and can’t withstand too much torment.”
“If we summon him back this time, he might really die.”
“No matter what, he’s still your son. Can you really bear to let your eldest son use his body?”
Xie Qingya’s expression was cold: “If he dies, that’s perfect. He can stay by my side forever. That’s what he and his father owe me and A Hao.”
“If he didn’t have designs on inheriting the Feng family, A Hao wouldn’t have died. Besides, A Hao is his brother. I believe he’s willing to let A Hao use his body.”
As Xie Qingya spoke, she pursed her lips and stroked the black pottery jar resting on her knees: “If he wants to live later, I can help him too. Doesn’t he still have three stepchildren?”
Shi Hei listened to Xie Qingya’s words, feeling a chill down his spine, and couldn’t help but click his tongue: “Those people in China really should come see this. Who is the real evil cultivator?”
Even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs.
Xie Qingya, on the other hand, was extremely biased. For the sake of her eldest son who died early, she was tormenting her youngest son beyond recognition.
She even wanted her eldest son to possess her youngest son’s body and live wearing his skin.
What a… vicious-hearted woman.
“Cut the nonsense and hurry up and bring him back. If he drifts back to his own body, everything I’ve done these years will be for nothing.” Xie Qingya urged him impatiently.
“Fine, I’ll help you one last time. After this, the debt I owe you is settled.” Shi Hei tsked, purified his hands, then opened the altar and began the ritual.
He lit a black incense stick and inserted it into the top of the scarecrow’s head, muttering incantations under his breath, while taking out a pitch-black bell engraved with a ferocious ghost head.
The bell made no sound when shaken. Shi Hei closed his eyes slightly, and after finishing the incantation, he suddenly pressed his two fingers together heavily on the scarecrow’s forehead, shouting clearly, “Feng Congqian! Come back!”
At this moment, in Wanhe Hospital.
The hospital room was occupied by rampaging black-red thread, half of which connected to Feng Congqian lying on the hospital bed, and the other half embedded in Gou Dan’s soul body.
His brows furrowed tightly as he resisted the pull of the black-red thread, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Feng Congqian.
This man… looks a bit familiar.
He looked at the man also bound by the black-red thread, his eyes darkening slightly. What was his relationship with this man…?
Just then, a majestic male voice rang vaguely in Gou Dan’s ears: “Feng Congqian… Feng Congqian…”
Gou Dan’s expression froze slightly. Feng Congqian? Who was that calling?
“Feng Congqian…! Come back!”
The male voice suddenly exploded in Gou Dan’s ears. His originally clear consciousness seemed covered by a layer of fog, and his bright eyes gradually lost focus.
In front of him appeared an extremely thin black mist emanating a strong incense smell.
He turned around expressionlessly and drifted toward the direction from which the black mist came.
The black-red thread rampaged suddenly. Nan Yuanman reacted and hurriedly rushed into the hospital room, followed closely by Feng Yuli, who didn’t understand but kept up.
As soon as she entered, she was choked by the strong incense smell in the room and coughed repeatedly. When she saw Gou Dan, with vacant eyes, drifting toward the window, her heart sank.
Oh no! Someone was performing a ritual to hook Gou Dan’s soul!
Nan Yuanman quickly pulled out the coffin binding rope from her small shoulder bag, tossed it onto Gou Dan’s soul body, looped it around his waist, and pulled back with all her strength: “Gou Dan! Snap out of it! Don’t let them hook your soul away!”
She didn’t know who wanted to hook Gou Dan’s soul, but her intuition told her that anyone who hooked a living soul was definitely no good person!
Feng Yuli, following behind her, quickly stepped in to help, pulling back hard with Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman gave Feng Yuli a grateful look, let go of one hand, and quickly pulled out a talisman from her shoulder bag, slapping it onto Gou Dan’s back.
Her chubby fingers quickly chanted incantations, muttering under her breath: “Heaven gate open, earth gate open, child disciple sends the soul back from a thousand miles, by the urgent decree of Taishang Laojun! Seal!”
The talisman on Gou Dan’s soul body’s back flashed with golden light. Gou Dan, who had been drifting outward blankly, paused, then slowly turned around and drifted toward Nan Yuanman.
Far away in Siam, Shi Hei, who had been relaxed, froze, his expression suddenly darkening.
Xie Qingya noticed his abrupt change in expression and felt her heart sink: “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Someone is fighting me for the soul.” Shi Hei sneered: “Your youngest son really has some luck. Just drifting out casually, and he finds someone to stabilize his soul.”
“However, if they think they can snatch the living soul from me like this, they’re gravely mistaken!”
Once something was in his hands, how could he possibly give it back?
Shi Hei took a black finger bone from the cloth bag beside him and tossed it into the ceramic basin, chanting in Siamese. A few seconds later, he formed hand seals with both hands: “Go! Kill the one robbing the soul! Bring back the living soul!”
A black shadow tinged with red quickly drifted away along the direction of the black incense smoke.
Nan Yuanman in the hospital room felt quite uneasy. She pursed her lips, turned to close the hospital room door, then handed Zhuang Zhuang to Feng Yuli: “Big brother, hold the rope and stand here steadily. With Zhuang Zhuang protecting you, nothing will happen.”
Feng Yuli gripped the rough hemp rope tightly and nodded: “Okay.”
After arranging for Feng Yuli, Nan Yuanman released Xiao Cao and Old Master Nan all at once.
Feng Yuli, who had no idea Old Master Nan existed, stared wide-eyed the moment Nan Yuanman pulled the person out of the small coffin.
His brain was flooded with question marks: “??????”
Who could tell him how such a big person just appeared out of nowhere??
Nan Yuanman had no time to explain to him. She reported to Old Master Nan: “Grandpa! There’s a bad guy trying to rob Gou Dan from me! Help me drive him away!”
Old Master Nan immediately pulled Nan Yuanman behind him upon hearing this, his purple eyes vigilantly scanning the room.
Suddenly, he turned and lunged quickly to the left, single-handedly grabbing and yanking out an evil ghost hidden in the incense smell, emanating strong malice, with an exceptionally gaunt body.
