985 Star Change Battle 3

t son and grandson, naturally inherited the family business—running a mid-sized antique shop.Some aged or ominous things, my father would process, purchase, and then resell to those in need.I even sus...Basements are inherently gloomy places—not just in terms of lighting, but also in terms of atmosphere.

Qi, in itself, is a flowing thing. Feng shui is about guiding this flow, allowing good energy to linger and bad energy to dissipate within that movement.

But the basement lacks ventilation and natural light. Even if it's decorated luxuriously, it won't help. Once something bad happens, it will affect the entire house and everyone living in it.

The moment Long Xiao opened the door, I couldn't help but shiver—it was so cold inside.

What kind of estate would be placed in such a location

A flashlight fell to the ground at my feet, its cold light illuminating the far end of the basement. I saw Lao Zhang slumped on the floor, his body convulsing.

"...桀桀桀，嘻嘻嘻..." A strange laugh came from Lao Zhang's side.

His whole body went limp, like his bones had been pulled out, collapsing onto the ground. He mumbled unconsciously, "No, no... I didn't..."

I picked up the flashlight and saw Lao Zhang desperately trying to crawl toward us, but something was behind him, clinging tightly to him.

"...A little ghost Is this what you're taking back as your inheritance" Long Xiao looked at Lao Zhang coldly.

"Help, save me..." Old Zhang reached out to us in despair.

On his back, there was an overturned can lying on the ground. The can had a broken mouth, and the strange liquid inside had all drained out. A pair of withered hands reached out from the can, like claws, piercing through his clothes and gripping tightly onto the flesh of his back.

A faint smell of blood reached me, and I couldn't help but want to retreat.

"I, I didn't mean to...I didn't know it would be like this..." Lao Zhang desperately explained to the "person" behind him.

Behind those gaunt claws, a hazy apparition holding a can chuckled sinisterly, "Hee hee hee..."

Language barrier.

Right now, I can't understand how people who chase trends, change their luck, or pursue personal desires would go abroad to seek out spirits.

Let's not talk about the karmic retribution that awaits those who raise ghosts. Simply put, these spirits have become frenzied and out of control. You can't even communicate with them, let alone reason with them!

Lao Zhang, this fellow, has been doing business here for so many years without any trouble. It's probably because he listened to these local superstitions and witchcraft, inviting a little ghost to bring him wealth.

The room where you raise a spirit should be clean.

Spirits are prone to jealousy, clinginess, and many mischievous spirits require regular blood offerings as sustenance.

Old Zhang left for half a year due to some reason. He probably didn't expect that all the workers he hired had disappeared, and the place had collapsed. When he came back to look, he found everything in disarray and no one took care of his offerings. He was terrified, fearing retaliation from evil spirits. So, he buried stones to ward off evil spirits at the front and back of his house.

We only gathered the courage to collect the little ghosts when we encountered them, but as soon as we entered, they "tied us up"!

The little ghost's spirit resides in a corpse, which due to special treatment still looks relatively new.

Long Xiaoge brushed his hair and said to me, "I'll give you the ghost, I'll handle the corpse."

"Huh!" I've never caught a ghost before!

"You know how to cast Ghost Binding Incantations, don't you Show me all your techniques and spells."

"I... I... This isn't a place of faith, I'm afraid it won't work!" I stammered.

Long Xiao coldly snorted: "Then what did you hear in your ear If it weren't for the power of the Divine Shaman, how could you hear it even in this place"

I was taken aback.

Long Xiaoge took out talisman paper while quickly saying: "The lineage of Nanyang sorcery originated from ancient divine shamanism and Maoshan Taoism, fused with local witchcraft. Otherwise, why would the Dragon King rule this land You bear spiritual power, how could it be ineffective Where else do you think the voices you hear come from Also, the previous natural phenomenon might be your husband looking for you."

I licked my lips: "…Don't say anymore, this girl is indifferent to life and death. Isn't it just a little ghost!"

Long Xiao laughed softly, his raspy voice for the first time laced with a hint of tenderness.

"Yes, evil cannot triumph over good. You must have this kind of spirit."

" ... A master who dismembers bodies told me, 'Evil can't triumph over good'"

Perhaps they are seen as "evil" by most people, but they adhere to their beliefs and have not harmed anyone.

The Heavenly Soul returns to Heaven, the Earthly Soul returns to Earth, the Life Soul departs from the body, and the Seven Souls disperse with it.

The remaining shell, in the end, is nothing but skin and bone.

Long Xiao walked towards the other side. His footsteps seemed to carry the rhythm of a martial arts stance, indeed, witchcraft and Taoism had commonalities.

I won't, I can only hope the Jia Gui Jue learned from my little mistress will work.

We stood on either side of him in the basement, Lao Zhang's flesh was tightly gripped, bloody and mangled, those two withered little arms clung tightly to Lao Zhang's back.

The finger techniques of the Ghost Binding Scripture aren't difficult, but I don't quite understand the stance movements, which somewhat diminishes its effectiveness.

Gongbu, also called Yubu, is called Yubu in our family because we practice Taoism.

All myriad laws and principles must ultimately converge upon the way of Yu's steps.

Yu Bu is a step technique that walks out the four verticals and five horizontals on the ground, combining with the innate Bagua's Luoshu nine palaces.

It seems like I still have a lot to learn...

"Huff... Huff..." Old Zhang suddenly let out ragged breaths like a bellows, and under the cold light, his face became distorted.

"Go ahead." Long Xiaoge said to me.

I immediately raised my hand and cast a spell, aiming at the ghostly figure in the corner: "Swift!"

At the sound of a command, the ghost vanished with a whoosh. I tried to grab it for the first time but failed!

Long Xiaoguo's movements were much faster now. He charged forward in a single bound, kicking open the glass jar containing both the corpse and the possessed tree trunk with one swift kick. The broken and rotting remains of the small body were exposed inside.

He quickly pasted the talisman onto the corpse's forehead, with a flick of his fingers, the talisman exploded like a burst of flames—

To burn!

In just a moment, the flames died out, and the corpse was left charred as if it had been burned by cannon fire.

A ghostly apparition stuck to the wall, suddenly lunging toward Long Xiaogē's direction. I immediately raised my hand and chanted again, "Swiftly!!"

This time, I finally managed to intercept him. The phantom suddenly fell to the ground, his hands curled in front of his chest, clenching his fists and rolling desperately, but he couldn't get up.

"Did I win Did I win" I was too nervous to get closer.

"Got it." Long Ge stepped on Lao Zhang's shoulder with his foot, reached out and grabbed the wrist that was digging into his back flesh, pulling out a blood-stained finger from the shriveled corpse.

Old Zhang had been frightened and pained into collapsing to the ground. If those hands hadn't been pulled out in time, they could have pierced a hole through his chest.

“This corpse has been specially treated, it seems...refined…” Long Xiao stared at the bloody little finger of the dried corpse, frowning and saying, “This isn't an ordinary little ghost!”

"Nonsense, that Dragon King fellow, he soaked the bodies in poisonous liquid and used sorcery. Rumor has it he started poisoning them before they were even dead! And there were so many of them! I saw tons down in the basement level of that hotel!" My heart pounded.

Aren't we already on the Dragon King's turfrds and attendants.When I passed by them, they didn't stop me. It seems that the small gate leading to the backyard is passable.There are many people here, and the host is again holding a microphone...