e wants to hear, and he knows what I want to hear.But the difference is, I don't have that kind of patience to dangle him along. I can't resist his one look or word.And he has much better concentratio...Since a shrine is a refined magical artifact, it's highly likely to be a soul-refining tool.

To use souls or bodies as tools in sorcery is a grave sin against heaven and earth.

Therefore, those who rely on the five ghosts for wealth and raise small spirits through shortcuts often find themselves temporarily satisfied but paying a lifelong price.

Soul refinement turns souls into obedient ghosts, while corpse refining transforms corpses into controllable tools.

These are all actions that go against the right path, and therefore are considered evil sorcery by any school of thought.

Those eyes, faintly glowing green, looked eerie under the soul lamp's glow. We waited for it to emerge, but it just remained there, motionless.

“Why don’t we go and have a look together” The young mistress said, “To avoid the old monster creating diversions, we can’t be separated.”

Mu Wanchen had long since pulled me into his arms. This protective gesture, akin to sheltering a chick, drew a dismissive snort from the junior mistress.

——I've never seen anyone hold their wife to ward off demons before! Mu Wanchen, don't you think you're being too careful I can't bear to watch it anymore. Why don't I give you Lan Xi's arm chair, so you can tie Xiao Yinluo in your arms and carry her That way, Xiao Yinluo won't need to walk with her legs, and you'll have your hands free——

Oh my! The little wife's complaints are so sharp, huh No wonder she's Yun Fan's younger sister!

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly and said seriously, "I'm afraid she'll slip!"

This slope was caused by a landslide, it's very loose. Walking on it is like sinking in and out with each step, slipping is totally normal.

"If it were before, I wouldn't be so nervous. She's pregnant now, even a fall is a big deal. Can I be careless" He frowned and explained to his junior wife.

The young mistress tilted her head and pondered for a moment: "That's true...Then, little one, you transform a bit bigger. It'll be hard work carrying both me and Little Luo'er, but please bear with us"

Little Ni diligently carried us. I climbed onto its back and hugged my little junior sister, and it immediately leaped into the air, jumping toward the slope below.

Near the three corpses, both my wife and I couldn't help but hold our noses.

The sight of the shrine here seemed to become hazy and unreal, the black mist thickening around it, as if poised and expectant like a predator.

Those green eyes suddenly moved—shifting higher.

At first, it was like someone lying on the ground, but now it seems to have suddenly stood up!

Mu Wanchen flicked his finger, a talisman flew like an arrow toward the precarious wall.

As it was about to hit the wall, he ignited a corner of the talisman with the Five Element Fire Technique.

Green smoke dissipated, and the pair of green eyes seemed to "come alive," followed by a shrill and stiff voice: "Miss, Miss..."

Who is this Nowadays, not many people call each other "Miss," right

Because these two characters have become a euphemism for a profession that relies on the body for income, few people who are not mentally deficient would use this term to refer to women.

But this stiff voice didn't give up, it still repeated in a low murmur: "Miss, Miss."

"Miss... help me..." A shrill voice cried out, then as if something had suddenly choked her throat, it let out a strange "squeal..."

A light bulb suddenly went off in my head, and I quickly said, "Could it be that little yellow goblin"

Just as he finished speaking, a stiff body suddenly rose from the damaged section of the wall.

A yellow-skinned spirit, about the size of a house dog, stood up on its hind legs, stretching its body long and tall.

Under the dim glow of the soul lantern, I saw that its fur was stained with large patches of dried blood, hardened and stiff. It stood on its hind legs, swaying precariously, and moved by hopping on its back paws.

The entire movement was stiff and unnatural. If not for the glowing eyes, I would have thought it was a corpse.

"Aren't you a refined spirit Can't you shed your shell" Mu Wanchen asked, probably afraid that this yellow-skinned spirit wanted to deceive us.

"Squeak... This servant doesn't dare, this shrine will drain the soul... squeak..." It stiffly twisted its body to face me.

"Then how should we save you What caught you" I asked.

"This, this black mist…" It hadn't finished speaking before it fell backward, motionless.

"Dead I was startled, saying dead is dead"

Mu Wanchen leaped over the perilous wall and drew the curved dagger from his waist. He poked it at Huang Pi's stiff body, frowning and saying, " ... His intestines are spilling out; he must have been dead for a while. Why is there still a spirit attached to this body"

What kind of magic is this

"Impossible... Soul flying away, soul flying away, soul leaving the body, and the spirit disperses. How could there be a soul staying on a corpse, with the corpse still moving If this were to happen, corpses would have consciousness too! This can't be right" The young apprentice wife said in astonishment.

Isn't that right If corpses could merge with souls during the refining process, wouldn't these corpse ghosts turn the world upside down

I couldn't figure out why, so I had to explain to my young mistress: "…I've seen this yellow-skinned demon before. It came to me earlier and delivered a message. Then, on its way back, it detoured here to inquire about Ms. Xue's whereabouts. As a result, it ended up like this…"

"Since it still has a soul in its body, why not bind its soul and ask it directly!" the young wife said with a frown.

Mu Wanchen was born with an innate talent for spirit communication. He could communicate mentally with mountains, rivers, trees, and even goblins and ghosts. After becoming a disciple of the Emperor Jun, he gained a deeper understanding of the Underworld's order and magic.

But deep down, he cherished every living being and would not easily resort to capturing souls.

"First, move the body away from here to lessen the influence of the black mist, then question it." he said.

The little wife nodded and patted Xiao Nie. Xiao Nie leaped into the air, and we hovered in mid-air on guard.

Mu Wanchen summoned Bai Ni and Feng Hun. Feng Hun stood on top of Bai Ni's head, spitting out many strands of silk to wrap Huang Pizi Jing's body. Then, it dragged him away from the shrine's range as Bai Ni moved.

I looked around in the air, and I could see mountains and cliffs in the distance from the collapsed valley.

There, somewhere, was an exposed loophole, like a stage curtain being pulled back, beginning to merge with the surrounding scenery.

If a soul could still linger on a corpse, still capable of acting and obeying commands...

I swallowed hard, hesitating before saying to Mu Wanchen, "That...Wanchen, in the Mi Jiang River Basin, have other smaller tribes also suffered heavy casualties..."

Mu Wanchen nodded and said, "Yes, preliminary estimates indicate that several small villages were completely wiped out, with a total death toll likely exceeding 10%, and injuries estimated at around 50%."

He was giving cold and hard answers, saying this much he paused, looked at me with his eyes, his voice softened: "Do you still care about these things Don't worry so much."

"No, no... I'm not worried, I'm concerned!" I quickly waved my hands.

"What are you worried about"

“One out of every two people in the Mi River Basin has died! That’s about 40,000 souls! And they're all fresh corpses, not yet turned to bone. If this formation spreads quickly, what if… what if all these dead become like this yellow-skinned spirit…”e doing… Her mouth looks black in the shadows of the dim light.That's terrifying.I dashed out, vowing never to speak with that old hag again.I closed the gate to her courtyard and looked down this dar...