158. The Curse of the Shackled Ghost

here were ghostly soldiers clearing the way for me. Every time I narrowly avoided hitting something, it miraculously turned into a safe escape. My driving skills aren't really terrible beyond belief,...How disgusting this guy is, even at the brink of death, he still can't let go of his peculiar fetish!

He must have been in excruciating pain before being skinned alive. I heard that to keep the skin intact, they had to "skin while alive" because if someone was dead, blood circulation would be cut off and some parts of the skin would be damaged.

At that time, we saw Mu Yunliang with only his muscles left, blood flowing all over the ground. There were also "five grains" placed in front of his head, hands, and feet.

The mirror reflected the firelight, absorbing the vitality of the five grains, ensuring he remained temporarily alive during the peeling process. Even in such agonizing pain, he thought of me. His perverted psychology is truly incomprehensible.

Mucunliang's half soul was like an ordinary ghost, foolishly repeating his actions before death. He desperately scratched the wall, probably because of the pain he felt when being peeled.

But the other half of his soul was far more terrifying. It slammed into the cage's barrier with its limbs, and when it saw me, it actually recognized me!

"Mu... Xiao Qiao..." His hoarse voice mumbled low, suddenly surged forward and slammed into my face.

"Ah!!" I stumbled back a few steps, my back pressed against Bai WuChang's, so cold that my whole body shivered.

Bai Wu Chang's smile caused the corners of his eyes to droop, his blood-red lips curving upwards. He leaned down and grabbed my right finger, pointing it towards Mu Yun Liang.

"Little Empress, you mustn't be so scared. Even the most powerful ghost is just a ghost. The more you fear him, the bolder he becomes... You should know how to use hand gestures, right Try to bind him."

The Ghost-Locking Technique, crossing the second and third fingers, the fourth and fifth fingers, opening an acupuncture point in the center, using the thumb to press on the Yin Wen... These are all things taught by Master Shen.

But I've never tried it because my cultivation level is not enough, even an ordinary person can't hold a ghost after pinching it out.

The Soul Eater lunged at me again. Bai Wu Chang pushed me forward, and I gritted my teeth and pinched out the Ghost Shackles Technique: "Fast!" With a cry, it plummeted to the ground, rolling on the floor with its hands clasped in front of its chest.

Well, this actually works

I stared blankly at my hand, wondering when I had become a cultivator of Daoism

Bai Wuchang grinned and said, "Little Madam, you've finished your tea. The tea and dates are treasures from the immortals, hee hee hee, after this, you won't be afraid of ordinary ghosts anymore."

Really That's great! I can save a lot of money on talismans in the future!

"Then we'll dispose of this soul-refining according to the principle of ashes to dust, and the other half is incomplete, so it can only be reborn as an animal... The little empress doesn't have any objections, does she" Bai Wuchang asked me.

I shook my head. How could Mu Yunliang possibly pass on normally in this state He was truly unlucky.

“A person with no evil thoughts will naturally not be corrupted by evil. The evil thoughts in his heart are far more than this. The eight-sided copper mirror reflects his lust, and there's also the desire to rape the young lady, sexually assault her, and even dismember you... Oh, we've seen many such ghosts, but he wants to target someone who is untouchable. The Emperor will not let him get away with it.”

Bai Wu Chang took out a long, official document from his sleeve and pointed it at Mu Yun Liang's soul-refining furnace. The furnace, as if struck dumb, went still.

Two ghost attendants dragged Lianhun away. Bai Wuchang brought me out from the ground: “You are neither a ghost nor a human now, and your name is not on the Book of Life and Death. There have been few such people in the past few thousand years. It's not a good thing after all. You better cultivate more Taoist techniques and spells so that you can at least protect yourself.”

I knew all along that he always disliked me for bringing bad luck to Jiang Qiyun.

As soon as they stepped out of the Misty Wind Forest, they saw Jiang Qiyun descend with billowing robes, surrounded by auspicious clouds, followed by a young boy.

A little boy held a big gourd, tilting his head cutely at me: "This is the Imperial Lord's Lady She looks so small."

A child of seven or eight years old actually said I'm short

"What brings you here" Jiang Qiyun's face was a little pale.

"Come to think of it, Mu Yunliang, what's wrong with you" I frowned and looked at his face.

Jiang Qiyun's face had always been cold and sharp like ice, sculpted with a chilling aloofness. I had never seen a hint of fatigue on his face before, so what was wrong today

"It's nothing, let's go, back to Yinjingtian Palace." He reached out and scooped me up.

A little boy carrying a large gourd followed us. I looked at him, and he smiled brightly at me: "Your Majesty was injured just now and needs to rest well."

Injured!

I was so startled that I turned to look at him. A few strands of cold mountain wind blew across his cheeks, tousling his hair.

He remained silent, offering no explanation.

Back at the Yinjing Heavenly Palace, he dismissed all the paper-like maidservants and placed me on the bed. He then addressed the young boy, "Begin."

What's the beginning

"Wait, what are you doing Qiyún, what's wrong" I struggled to sit up.

He pressed on the acupuncture points on my shoulders: "I'm fine, don't move."

The little boy holding a large gourd said, "Lord Emperor, you'd better stay away. Otherwise, when the souls are released later, they might be sucked in by your aura."

"Okay."

He nodded curtly, leaned down, his icy hand resting on my lower abdomen: "...the souls of the two children have been separated and are inside the gourd. Later, the little boy will return them to their place. Don't move or be afraid, understand"

"Understood." I nodded, but his face looked terrible: "Qiyun, you..."

His icy lips silenced me: "It's nothing, stop talking."

Watching his back disappear, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

A little boy was drawing talismans on my body. I stared intently at his movements. Could such a child really help me return my baby's soul to its place

"My Lady, I have served the Great One God for thousands of years. You mustn't doubt me, alright This is a small matter. It's just that the Lord Emperor was injured this time and it's estimated that he needs to cultivate for quite some time..."

"What's wrong with him Why is his face so pale" I was getting really worried.

This Jiang Qiyun, he never explains anything to me. The most he says is "Shut up!" Isn't this how a husband and wife should treat each other

The little boy pouted and said, “When the Great One Divine General separated the souls from the Seven-Hearted Lotus, he found that one spirit had been injured.”

What!

"It's to be expected, the evil aura of the Wan Gui Cave is so terrifying. It's natural to suffer some damage when breaking through it. Thankfully, there are two souls. If there was only one soul, the damage would probably be much greater..."

The young boy opened the stopper of the large gourd, and a few faint white glows drifted out from within.

Drifting aimlessly, as if lost and directionless, unable to find a place to belong.

The little boy pointed with his hand, and the glowing light flew towards me, melting into me.

"If something is wrong with the baby's soul, what will happen to him" I was so worried that I was about to cry. After going through so much trouble, what if the baby has a problem Prenatal problems are major issues that can't be fixed!

The little boy puckered his lips and walked up to me, hugging a gourd in his arms.into it.""Why haven't you arrested him yet" I asked, frowning.Jiang Qiyun's brows furrowed slightly: "That Yin Marshal named A Yue... didn't show his face from beginning to end. At this time, we stil...