Deep night in the backyard.
The heavy coffin lid flew out directly, and a figure slowly sat up from inside the coffin. She rose slowly, with red lips and white skin, her exquisite face possessing an extreme, eerie beauty.
Qing Wu twisted her neck, adapting to the new body.
This physical body had several blood holes pierced through it. Just repairing them had consumed most of her ghost power. Now, she was actually quite hungry.
"Living people nowadays are bolder than ghosts. They dare to refine things like Living Fiends. Red and white clashing, are they trying to attract a large group of vengeful ghosts to slaughter this entire estate?"
Qing Wu curled her red lips. The Judge's Brush appeared in her right hand, and she spun the vermilion brush between her fingers. "For public and private reasons, I must intervene."
She stepped out of the coffin. Although there were guards around, she ignored them; they were all under a ghostly illusion.
Using the resentment within the Judge's Brush as a guide, Qing Wu walked directly towards Yun Yujiao's location. As she passed by people, she didn't attract any attention.
The loft next to Tingxue Courtyard, occupying a high position, allowed a clear view of the activity inside.
Situ Jing suddenly sneezed. "Achoo... this chilling wind."
Xiao Chenyan looked towards a certain spot in the courtyard, his eyes moving slightly. Although obscured by the night, he had vaguely seen a red shadow just now.
That clothing, it looked like a wedding dress?
The man deepened his gaze and ordered, "Send people to check on that coffin again."
Qing Wu glanced towards the direction of the loft, her red lips curving. Yo ho, quite perceptive.
Her gaze returned to the window, her eyes seeming to penetrate the window lattice,
seeing every word and deed of the people inside.
"Daoist Wushuang, has the time come?" Yun Yujiao was restless. This plan could only succeed, not fail.
She didn't want to be a concubine to Prince Yan.
The female Daoist priest had a profound expression. "Second Miss, do not worry. When the time comes, I will remind you."
"Can summoning a hundred ghosts truly wash Prince Yan's Manor in blood? Daoist priest, this matter is of great importance. We must leave no one alive in Prince Yan's Manor."
Yun Yujiao repeatedly cautioned, "And you said you needed to use my blood to ignite the resentment of the Living Fiend. Will it harm me? Will Yun Qingwu come back as a ghost to trouble me afterward?"
Her eyes were filled with venom. "There can be no loose ends. That bastard must also have their soul scattered."
The female Daoist priest was annoyed by the questions, but to ignite the Living Fiend, the other party's cooperation was necessary. She suppressed her displeasure and said,
"Second Miss, rest assured. The wooden stake for this Living Fiend was personally refined by my senior brother, Wuji. He will never make a mistake."
"As for Yun Qingwu's soul, hehe, her soul is the bait. Once the evil ghosts arrive, they will devour her in one bite each. The evil ghosts will consume the resentful living soul, their ferocity will surge, and they will turn to attack the living!"
The female Daoist priest showed a smug expression. "At that time, Prince Yan's Manor will have no survivors!"
Of course, she would be an exception. As for Yun Yujiao, hehe, this fool. To put on a complete act, Minister Yun never intended for her to survive from the beginning.
"Alright, the time has come. Second Miss, use the wooden stake to draw blood, and I will begin the ritual."
Yun Yujiao dared not delay. Hardening her heart, she pricked her palm with the wooden stake. The sharp pain made her gasp.
The female Daoist priest beside her held a yellow talisman and placed it on the wooden stake, chanting, "All demons and monsters, heed my command, summon them quickly!"
The yellow talisman ignited, instantly burning the entire wooden stake to ash. A strong yin wind arose, and with several bangs, the doors and windows were all blown open.
Yin wind raged within the room, and countless black shadows seemed to rush in. Ghostly wails could be faintly heard.
Yun Yujiao screamed in terror, and the female Daoist priest's expression changed drastically. "What's going on! The hundred ghosts should be gnawing on Yun Qingwu's corpse soul, why are they coming here!"
Unless, Yun Qingwu's corpse soul is also here!
As the thought arose, the female Daoist priest felt a chill run down her spine.
As if the night had lifted its veil, a hand reached out from nothingness and directly grabbed Yun Yujiao's neck.
A faint female voice, laced with amusement, said, "Such a vicious heart. Digging it out to accompany wine, it would probably make the little ghosts in the Underworld cry with envy."
The female Daoist priest exclaimed, "Yun Qingwu!"
"Didn't Yun Qingwu die? Could it be a ghost... a ghost?!" Yun Yujiao trembled like a sieve, trying to break free, but her body wouldn't move. "Daoist priest, save me!"
The female Daoist priest quickly calmed herself and sneered, "Well done, vengeful ghost. I underestimated you! Second Miss, don't be afraid. She's just a new ghost, destroying her is as easy as flipping a hand!"
The female Daoist priest took out another yellow talisman and shot it directly at Qing Wu. The talisman stuck to her forehead.
Yun Yujiao felt the strength on her neck disappear. She clutched her throat, coughing, and hid behind the female Daoist priest, repeatedly shouting, "Kill her! Kill her quickly!!"
"Hundred ghosts, obey my command, tear her apart for me!"
In the yin wind, black smoke, too fast for the naked eye to follow, rose from the ground, coalescing into human forms, like standing black shadows, a hundred ghosts on a night march!
The smugness on the female Daoist priest's face didn't last long before it froze.
"After all that fuss, this is all you've got?"
The yellow talisman stuck to Qing Wu's forehead was consumed by flames, turning into wisps of black ash. She opened her beautiful eyes, staring at the terrified face of the female Daoist priest, her smile eerily beautiful:
"With such meager cultivation, you dare to provoke ghostly beings."
"Let me show you what true ghost control is."
Endless ghostly beings prostrated themselves at Qing Wu's feet, gathering behind her. The overwhelming ghost qi pressed down, making it hard to breathe.
Yun Yujiao was so terrified she almost fainted. The female Daoist priest frantically fumbled for talismans.
"Ah!!" All the yellow talismans on her body spontaneously ignited. The next moment, a strange female voice sounded.
"Edict: Hundred ghosts, enter the vessel."
Yun Yujiao and the female Daoist priest's bodies stiffened simultaneously.
Qing Wu's figure appeared before them, and the Judge's Brush touched the center of both their eyebrows.
"Karma cycles, retribution is inescapable. To dare to turn others into Living Fiends and lure a hundred ghosts to harm people, then I shall send you a lively experience, letting you taste this feeling firsthand!"
The Judge's Brush fell, and the hundred ghosts entered their bodies.
Ghostly shadows entered the two people's bodies one by one.
"Before the Gates of Hell close, these two vicious skins and dirty hearts are yours to play with. Play well, enjoy yourselves to the fullest."
As Qing Wu spoke, she lightly shook the vermilion brush, and a broken ghostly shadow floated out from the brush – it was Yun Qingwu.
Her ghost eyes were bleeding, and she stared intently at the two.
Qing Wu: "I've given you the chance. Avenge your grievances, repay your hatred."
Yun Qingwu screamed and was the first to charge into Yun Yujiao's body.
On the loft, Situ Jing shouted, "Not good!"
"The situation is wrong! Why is all the ghost qi rushing this way!"
"Your Highness!" Bai Sui ran in with a panicked expression. "The body in the coffin is gone!"
Xiao Chenyan thought of the red wedding dress shadow he had seen earlier and made a decisive command: "Enter the courtyard!"
Xiao Chenyan led his men into the courtyard, and the first thing they heard was a woman's playful, eerie, joyful laughter.
The scene before them shocked everyone.
Yun Yujiao, with a bloodied face, laughed hoarsely, then suddenly screamed, "Get out! Get out of me!"
"Ahhh, so dirty, so many dirty things—"
"Die, all of you die—"
She clawed frantically, tearing strips of flesh from her own face, and then slammed her head against the ground, splattering blood everywhere.
The female Daoist priest was digging in the flowerbed, pulling out earthworms and stuffing them into her mouth. Suddenly, she smelled blood, and with beast-like cries, she lunged at Yun Yujiao on all fours.
"Meat! Give me meat! Meat!"
She grabbed Yun Yujiao's face and bit off a large chunk of flesh, then bit her neck, acting like a ferocious dog.
Screams and roars echoed, blood splattered everywhere, and for a moment, it was impossible to tell if they were human or ghost.
Yet, amidst this terrifying scene, one person continued to clap and laugh charmingly.
Qing Wu leaned against the door, her crimson wedding dress like a freshly peeled, bloodied human skin. She played with her silky long hair with her fingers and looked up at the man, "Oh my, you're finally here."
Xiao Chenyan met those playful, eerie dark eyes. The people beside him felt their hair stand on end, and his guards drew their long sabers.
Situ Jing's hand holding the compass was sweating.
Qing Wu seemed not to notice their hostile stance and suddenly clicked her tongue. "Midnight arrived too quickly."
She snapped her fingers.
The two people going mad in the courtyard stiffened, then instantly fell to the ground, convulsing as if having an epileptic fit.
The candlelight in the surrounding lanterns flickered wildly, as if a swift wind was raging, yet no one felt any wind blowing.
It was as if something was flying out of the convulsing pair.
The bizarre scene lasted for a full ten breaths. The female Daoist priest lay on the ground, her life uncertain. As for Yun Yujiao, her windpipe had been bitten open by the former, and blood gurgled from her neck; she was clearly beyond saving.
Qing Wu slowly stood up, ignoring the sword tips pointed at her. She stepped over Yun Yujiao's corpse without looking aside and stood before Xiao Chenyan.
Qing Wu curled her red lips. "We finally meet, Your Highness."
Long time no see, Xiao Chenyan.
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