e ever seen the Light Art with my own eyes.Previously, the Shen family used a technique called Yuanguangshu to obtain information from the deceased. This involved going into the deceased's room and us...I ignored the pain in my hand and quickly hugged Xiao Nie. Its bite wasn't deep, but it pierced the skin, tasting a little blood.

What's wrong with him

I'm not worried about it carrying any bacteria. One bite like that doesn't hurt me much. I just wonder why it left its mark and scent

"You guys... be careful..." Xiaonie painfully shook her head: "The medicinal herbs from that thatched hut just now, they seem to have hallucinogenic effects. I feel like my head is so heavy."

Hallucinating

"We… didn't seem to have hallucinations, did we" I looked at my brother, who also shook his head.

"We both got bitten by Mu Wanchen's insects. He said it could temporarily prevent the poison, but is hallucination considered poison" My brother asked.

Xiao Nie didn't speak, pitifully scratching his head with his claws.

What can I do It's the strongest combat power, and seeing it like this makes me feel sorry for it.

I held it in my arms. This little guy looked small, but was actually quite heavy. I stroked its head and chin to soothe it, and after a while, Xiaonie calmed down.

It squinted, rubbed contentedly, and whispered, “I’m fine. It was probably the smell of the herbs from earlier that affected me; it gave me a headache.”

"Don't lose the chain at a critical moment, it's fine to rest for a while." My brother frowned deeply.

He always carried things lightly and could make a joke at any time.

When he furrowed his brows like that, it meant he was probably dealing with something really troublesome.

Even the dozens of souls from centuries past, when I imprisoned them, never struggled like this. Even when facing Zhu Weiti, her underlings still fought against being pulled away.

What if a few of them break free and counterattack How would we possibly handle it in such a chaotic situation

When things were getting tough, the sound of an eagle's cry echoed through the sky. Mu Wanchen's divine eagle swooped down, clutching several mangled and broken bodies. It seemed like a deliberate attempt to shake the morale of the ghost princess's troops.

Those shattered corpses crashed through the thatched roofs of the huts, limbs falling like a bloody hailstorm. Such a scene seemed to awaken the hellish experiences those souls had endured in life.

"Damn, that Mu Wanchen guy isn't what he seems... He's smart, knows how to play mind games... Look, a few are already going crazy..." My brother whispered to me from behind the tree root.

I held Little An in my arms, and turned my head to glance at the scene outside. Several souls began to wail, then drifted about aimlessly, with a sense of desperate and hopeless fleeing.

When they were terrified, the success rate of the prison warding off evil spirits would be much higher. My brother pressed a golden talisman with the inscription "Bridge of Ghosts" under his foot, and said to Xiao Nie: "If you're alright, go be bait, attract those souls over, let them pass through this talisman, I can use my spells to solve a few. As for the rest, it's up to Xiao Qiao."

"...Alright, I'll give it a try."

"Relax, just treat it like a dungeon crawl. If we missed anything, we'll try to fill in the gaps." My brother patted me on the shoulder.

He buried the talisman and Xiao Nie's body swelled to the size of a leopard, suddenly charging out and pouncing on a ghost. He bit its neck and dashed into the woods.

The sudden attack startled the ghosts, and they rushed over. Ordinary people would faint or stiffen upon being hit by such a large amount of yin energy, and they were easily possessed. These ghosts had hundreds of years of cultivation behind them; the yin wind they brought up swept up withered branches and fallen leaves, swirling toward us menacingly.

I silently recited the Fengdu Bao, and prayed to Lord Shen Tu and Yu Lei, the two venerable deities of the underworld. A gate leading to the prison for evil spirits rose from the ground behind me, swelling like a hill.

Those souls scattered and fled, yet they couldn't escape the binding chains.

I suddenly felt a realization—those chains weren't instruments of punishment, but the law of birth and death's cycle.

Even if one is unwilling to accept it and puts in all their effort, it's useless. Those who lack inner virtue and cannot tread the righteous path are all subject to the law of birth and death.

This gate was massive, I suspect even Mu Wanchen in front of the village could see it. That's why his divine eagle kept circling above relentlessly.

Worried about us

This village has been fortified into a small military stronghold. Is he so preoccupied that he still has the time to worry about us

The eagle's screech also frightened the ghosts, causing them to scatter in panic. I was puzzled, but to subdue these old spirits, I could only continuously chant incantations, invoking "Binding Ghost," "Divine Tiger," and so on, without a moment's pause.

When the last soul was dragged away, my brother got a cut on his face. He applied medicine while saying, "Mu Wanchen seems straightforward and honest, but if you look deeper, he's definitely full of darkness...too cunning."

"What do you mean" I didn't quite understand.

"Think about how these ghosts died, they either perished on the battlefield or were brutally dismembered and ground into a pulp, forced upon unwilling women... What are they most afraid of They fear being torn limb from limb, and they fear the foreign cavalry who ride with their trained eagles!"

My brother had a cut on his face, scratched by some ghost. I took the cotton ball and disinfected it for him, whispering, "This little bit of negative energy shouldn't hurt you, right We'll remove it properly when we get back..."

"It's nothing, just go. I worry that hag's planning something..."

Having reached the medicinal herb warehouse, we no longer needed to hide. There was only one large door leading inside, with only small air vents around it.

As the door creaked open, a heavy stench of the supernatural hit me, stinging my skin and weighing down my spirits.

It sounded like a whisper in my ear, carrying the resentment of hundreds of years, wishing that everyone in the world could experience this pain.

Xiao Nie narrowed its eyes slightly. There were white tear streaks under its eyes, making it look imposing and powerful.

It told us: “There are people inside... alive..."

A living person

Did the Ghost Princess really kidnap hostages

These days we have been staying in the Witch King's City, waiting for the night of the full moon. Indeed, we have not paid attention to relatives and friends who are thousands of miles away.

“

…I’ll go take a look,” my brother said.

"

"Don't be stupid, we should go in together. Do you want to be beaten one by one" I quickly grabbed my brother's sleeve.

He was a little anxious and whispered, "I'm afraid it might be Qinyin..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a massive skull emerged from within, shrouded in white smoke.

As soon as we took a step, the wooden door slammed shut behind us, blocked by a heavy miasma of ghostly energy.

"Mu Xiaoqiao... Mu Yunfan... You really wasted time..." The Ghost Princess murmured. "It took this long to collect a few souls I've waited for so long, so very long..."he slight unevenness.He chuckled softly, holding me close and murmuring into my hair, "…Little Qiao, little Qiao, how could you be so good…""...what's good, what's easy to bully"To be honest, I'm only...