After I stopped being a lady from a rich family, I fought all over the capital

Chapter 64 Otherwise you are a demon!

"It turned out to be a spell."

Song Lan mobilized the resentment around him, collected the soul fragments scattered after the black shadow exploded, piece by piece, and pieced them together again.

The black shadow didn't expect that even though he had been blown to death by the adult's curse, he could still come back to life in a daze.

"Ok?"

"I'm not dead?"

The black shadow looked at himself and found himself intact... well, not that intact, it was tattered enough, but why was his head attached to his feet?

He said, why do you feel so dizzy?
It turned out that it was because he had been hanging upside down...

If Song Lan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes.

It's normal to feel dizzy after being blown into powder.

The black shadow turned a few times, with the back of its head floating upwards.

Because the direction of the pieces was wrong, the side with the eyes was put together on the side facing the body. He couldn't see Song Lan or anything else at all. He could only see a black mass inside his body. He didn't hear any other sound for a long time, so he thought he had escaped from Song Lan.

"You bastard, you actually lied to me!"

"You still say that I am one of you, a brother, an ally. I am different from those scattered souls. Things like the Heart Imprisonment Curse will not be used on me."

"It's fake, it's all fake!"

"Liar, liar, all liars"

The shadow cursed, and Song Lan raised his eyebrows: "So the bang that just blew you into powder was the Prison Heart Curse?"

Damn it? !
The shadow was stunned for a while before he realized that he was probably still under the eyes of that resentful woman! !
"You, you, you, I, I, I..." The black shadow's lips and tongue were fighting, and he stuttered so much that he couldn't even utter a word.

Song Lan said "tsk", a little impatient: "So, what is the Prison Heart Curse?"

"I, I, I, I don't know either."

The black shadow trembled and curled itself into a ball.

After saying that, fearing that Song Lan would be dissatisfied and beat him to death, he quickly added: "I just heard them say that with this prison spell, they don't have to worry about those scattered souls telling their secrets."

"As long as you mention the secrets about them, the Imprisonment Curse will take effect, blowing the betrayer's soul to pieces and completely disappearing from this world... Hmm, so it seems that those people didn't lie to me? They didn't use the Imprisonment Curse on me."

As the shadow was talking, he changed the subject: "Otherwise, how did I come back to life?"

Since his soul has been scattered, he should be dead and cannot die again.

"But why did I explode?"

It’s weird.

The black shadow was puzzled.

Song Lan: …

She now has some doubts whether the evil souls recruited by the new underworld are all those with poor brains.

Those with good brains are not accepted.

There was a ghost in a wet dream before, who boasted and revealed key information - the new underworld.

Later, there were black shadow ghosts, all of whom were killed by the Heart-Imprisoning Curse. They were still struggling to figure out whether they had been cursed or not, and whether they were dead or not.

They don't seem very smart.

"Do you remember what you said before you were blown up?"

Song Lan said indifferently: "Who did you give those longevity to?"

The black shadow shrank back, thinking of the pain of being blown apart, and pursed his lips tightly, refusing to say anything more.

Swish!
Song Lan summoned the fire that had been used to heat the pot and cook soup for the past two thousand years.

Ah ah ah ah ah! !

The black shadow was instantly burned by the hellfire and screamed, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!!"

Feeling that the karmic fire that was burning his soul had abated, the black shadow whimpered a few times and said aggrievedly: "It is for those who come to the temple to seek the truth--"

boom!
With the same loud bang as last time, the black shadow that Song Lan had pieced together in a mess exploded into powder again, scattering all over the ground like flowers from the sky.

Song Lan: …

She looked at the powder slowly falling in front of her, thoughtfully.

This time, did the black shadow say one more word than before?

Song Lan suddenly had a doubt in his heart.

She mobilized the resentment around her, kneaded the scattered black shadow powder into a ball, and then shaped and pieced it together again.

Black Shadow: ...Huh?
I feel like I’m alive again, but this time the look – why does my head look like it has waists?
He was still out of the situation.

Song Lan suddenly asked, "Who did you give away the life span you took away?"

"It's for those who come to the temple to seek the master of Taoism—" the black shadow answered almost subconsciously.

Then there was a not-unsurprising "bang", and the black shadow exploded into powder again, falling to the ground like flowers scattered by a fairy.

Song Lan was thoughtful, and felt that his guess in his heart was somewhat confirmed.

However, once or twice, maybe it's just a coincidence.

We need to verify it several times before we can be sure.

She gradually became skilled at mobilizing her resentment and piecing together the scattered soul fragments of the shadow.

The black shadow felt a little dizzy, and he felt as if he had just exploded again.

Just as I was wondering where my head was this time, Song Lan asked me a question.

"Who did you give away the life span you took away?"

"It's for those who come to the temple to seek protection from the Taoist priest—" the black shadow answered subconsciously.

boom!
There was another loud explosion, and the shadow exploded into powder again, like flowers scattered by a fairy...

Song Lan collected the broken black shadows more skillfully than before and pieced them together again.

With the experience from previous times, the speed of piecing together this time was much faster than before.

"Those years of life you took away..."

"It's for those who come to the temple to seek the Taoist's blessing..."

boom!
"Those years of life you took away..."

"It's for those who come to the temple to seek the Taoist's blessing..."

boom!
……

boom!
……

boom!
boom!
After repeating this many times, Song Lan's speed in piecing together the fragments of his soul was so fast that the black shadow began to doubt whether he had been blown apart.

"Who did you end up distributing all the life spans you collected?"

"To the loyal believers who come to the temple to seek the blessing of the Taoist priest and make wishes—"

Between the questions and answers, the two even developed a tacit understanding.

boom!
The sound of the frying pan came late.

The black shadow was blown into powder again and scattered all over the ground like flowers from heaven.

Song Lan got a complete answer, and through repeated experiments, he confirmed his guess.

This heart-imprisoning spell designed by the evil sect is cast on the soul.

The soul is immortal and the spell lasts forever.

However, that evil person probably didn't consider, or simply couldn't imagine that if this spell was repeatedly cast on the same soul, there would be a certain time delay.

This leads to loopholes that can be exploited.

With each delay, the cursed soul can utter one more word.

Just a few more delays...

Black Shadow: No wonder you look more like a ghost than me!

The identity of a fierce ghost is not worthy of you!
You are an evil ghost!

evil ways:……

Who among the good people could have thought - ugh, neither the bad people could have thought, that after their souls were blown to dust and scattered, they could still be put together by you, and blown up again once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and even more times... Who is the evil one? !

Otherwise you are the evil ghost!
What evil and crooked way can be as evil as yours!
Taoist Lingzhen, who was sitting at the sandalwood table and enjoying the kowtow of the dignitaries, frowned.

He rubbed his fingers, trying to find out what was going on and why his Mind-Imprisoning Spell was triggered one after another?
I opened my eyes and looked at the Taoist temple which was full of incense and peaceful atmosphere, and I didn't feel anything was wrong.

But why was the Heart-Imprisoning Spell triggered hundreds of times?

If everything wasn't going well, he would have suspected who had taken over his Zhenling Temple.

Taoist Lingzhen checked one by one and found that all the soul puppets that he had cursed were alive and well, with no casualties.

How strange.
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Song Lan interrogated repeatedly and finally got a complete answer from the black shadow.

Those collected life spans were distributed to the "devout believers" who came and went from the Zhenling Temple. As for how to judge whether they were devout or not, one only needed to look at -

(End of this chapter)