Misunderstanding 429

it for you now...""Stop! Don't open it!" I shouted hurriedly, and my brother swiftly pulled Lin Yanhuan back.Behind that door, a faint black mist could be seen seeping out, and the needle on my compa..."These disgusting methods, do they even have any basis Who invented them!" I took a few steps back, feeling a little overwhelmed by the room.

Bai Wu Chang smiled twice: "Little Lady, you're only a few years old~~ When you live for thousands of years like me, you'll understand that there are all sorts of strange things in this world. By then, you won't be surprised by anything."

He paused, then added, "The seven emotions and six desires of the world are the heaviest..."

As we left the house, I frowned and asked, "Could it be that the man's makeup still held traces of poison Is that why my brother's body temperature dropped"

Bai Wu Chang also frowned: "This is unknown, we need to figure out the origin of this rouge. It might hold some mysterious power. Let's go... Since there are no servants to greet us, we can only go in and find someone ourselves."

The entrance to the cave was not hard to find. In a rocky construction site, there was a wooden board with a stone pressed on top of it.

My brother put on thick cotton gloves and moved the stones, slapping a talisman on the wooden board. It didn't seem to react.

"I feel like things are going too smoothly today. Where is the old monster Why isn't this ghost princess making trouble" I was worried.

A chill permeates the air around the wooden planks, perhaps a lingering coldness absorbed from years of contact with this soil.

"Hey Seven, look here, I'm opening it!" My brother reminded me.

Bai Wuchang shook a chain out of his sleeve and laughed, "Open, are you still afraid my movements aren't fast enough"

My brother held the copper talisman, lifted the wooden board, and a wave of gloomy air rushed out. He hurriedly stepped back to avoid being hit head-on.

"Hmm...these auras...where are the ghosts" Bai Qiye floated down.

We followed him down, according to the old monster, this was originally his family home. He built this tunnel to make it convenient to serve that ghost princess.

This is definitely not a normal tomb. There isn't even a complete body, how could they have built a tomb during wartime It's already lucky that the bodies weren't left to rot in the wilderness.

This is very deep, and the bottom is wide, a natural cave with many branches, plus semi-artificial excavation.

My brother turned on his flashlight. The rough ground here was divided into several pits according to the burial customs, with some grave goods and animal bones.

This place is eerie and filled with so many restless spirits. Over the years, they've affected the aura, making the entire cave permeate with an ominous presence.

"Where's the Ghost Princess" My brother frowned.

Bai Wu Chang's expression was grave. He checked several tunnels, then drifted to the coffin that was enshrined there: "Come, open it and have a look."

My brother and I worked together to pry open the coffin lid. Inside, there were silk cloths, all brand new, which must have been put in later.

Here's a wooden sculpture of a body, headless.

In ancient times, being left unburied was considered a tragic fate, second only to being burned to ashes or having one's grave desecrated and body beaten.

Therefore, most people will "make" a substitute body for burial.

This must be the Ghost Princess's body. The wood is even carved with patterns of her clothes.

But where's the head

Didn't she have a skull put in the coffin Where is the skull

"Could they have escaped" My brother frowned. "After we left that day, could they have moved their base!"

"Didn't she say she hadn't stepped outside this place Does she want to break the contract" I swallowed nervously. "She has so many ghosts under her command! If she runs into society—"

Bai Wu Chang drifted around for a while, letting out a cold snort: “Gone, not even a ghost… I must inform the Underworld quickly, and have the City God and Yinchai from the human world search.”

He made a decisive statement: "Your Highness, you should leave quickly. I will escort you to the main road and then return to report. If Zhu Weiti is missing, the underworld also needs to take precautions!"

A shiver ran down my spine, and my brother immediately pulled me back.

His hand was very cold. The moment he touched me, my temples suddenly ached, as if a chill had pierced my brain. For a fleeting moment, an image appeared.

I can't see, I can't see...

"Xiao Qiao, what's wrong Don't scare me!" My brother reached out and pinched the center of my chin.

I ducked my head to avoid the path: "It's nothing, I'm more worried about you..."

"Tsk, I'll just obediently go around seeking treatment when I get back. Let's go."

He also seemed to know that things were not simple. Where could the Ghost Princess have gone with so many souls

But in just two or three days, how come the ghost is gone from the building

Lin Yanqin got the addresses of several masters who had secluded themselves from the world from her brother, and she also went with us to find them.

These masters mostly reside in Taoist temples, having long since retired from the world and concerned themselves with worldly affairs. It is not easy to invite them out of seclusion, and it is difficult to even see them once.

Lin Yanhuan had them perform a ritual to set up a barrier beforehand. It's unknown what methods they used.

We don't have such powerful means, we can only sincerely plead. Luckily, since they heard we were from the Mu family, they all gave us some face.

This unassuming Taoist temple nestled in the hills behind, a centenarian Daoist hermit lived.

"...Old Immortal, what do you think is the problem" I slightly bowed in greeting.

Those who live to over a hundred years old are considered immortals, and it's understandable to address them as "old immortals."

But the other party was still bright-eyed and clear-headed. The old Taoist smiled at me: “In front of Miss Mu, how dare I claim to be a fairy I’m just an old Taoist with a long nose who has lived for a while.”

He sounded relaxed and down-to-earth, and I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

Those who came before shook their heads at this makeup box, but this old Daoist was able to make a joke about it.

His Taoist name is Qingyuan, and he is the Patriarch of this Daoist temple. The young Taoist priest who led us just now said that their Patriarch is a living immortal.

But he was very humble. I called him "Old Immortal," and he teased me, saying, "Little Immortal." I had no choice but to honestly change my address to "Qingyuan Daochang."

"This Blood Dragon Wood came from Southeast Asia. We're not sure if it carries any Southeast Asian witchcraft. The rouge box is a craft of our ancestors, it must have been placed in later…"

"Rouge infused with human oil must be imbued with resentment and malice. Over time, it could potentially merge with the spiritual energy on the blood dragon wood... It is said that witchcraft originated in Nanjiang and spread to Nanyang, evolving into various indigenous black magic practices. Could there be a connection"

He didn't give a direct answer, but instead led us to think in that direction bit by bit.

"A hex" My brother scratched his head. "But I don't have any major problems, just a slightly abnormal body temperature."

“There are too many types of curses, and medicinal curses are one of them. Could it be that the purpose of this rouge isn't to beautify, but to harm people I hear that indigenous shamans in Southeast Asia especially like the Taoist practice of raising ghosts and have a wide range of applications for corpse oil and human oil.”

I frowned and asked anxiously, "No way, that's hundreds of years old. How are we supposed to find the one who did this My brother—"re, but you can’t wear the mask. Let me find you some wide-brimmed sunglasses and a mask.”I saw his expression stiffen, and I felt a twinge of satisfaction. This guy has always been arrogant and conde...