Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 9: Female Hanging.

Zheng Que hurriedly stopped, but his body continued to rise.

Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly squatted down, but as soon as he exerted force on his waist, his body not only did not fall, but his feet, which had barely reached the ground, quickly rose off the ground.

Zheng Que was startled and looked down, and immediately found that the sunlight was shining from behind him, casting his shadow on the courtyard wall in front of him. Above the shadow's head, there was a hemp rope tied, hanging firmly on the tree.

This is……

My own shadow was hanging on the tree!

Zheng Que's pupils suddenly dilated, and the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and a feeling of suffocation came over him. It seemed as if there was a very strong rope, tightly strangling his neck, and still pulling him upwards.

He immediately understood the reason why his body kept floating upwards. It was not because his body became lighter, but because he was hung up by the "ghost" without knowing it!

After coming to his senses, Zheng Que immediately reached out and grabbed his neck, but after grabbing several times, his neck was still empty and he didn't touch anything.

He calmed down instantly, quickly cut his palm, smeared the blood all over his palm, reached out again, and touched his neck.

This time, he immediately grabbed a rough rope.

Zheng Que exerted force with both hands, trying to break the rope, but the rope was unexpectedly strong. Even with his strength as a Qi Refining cultivator, he exerted force repeatedly, but the rope did not change at all except getting tighter and tighter.

However, the monk's vitality was extremely strong. Even though his neck was strangled to a purple color and he felt suffocated, he still didn't have the chilling feeling of death that he had last night.

The woman hanging on the tree is not as strong as the "calling ghost" last night!

All the thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Zheng Que held the rope around his neck tightly with both hands, trying to reduce the weight on his neck, while quickly looking at the position where the female shadow had been hanging.

The shade of the trees was swaying, and the light and shadow were mottled. The figure of the woman hanging on the wall, which seemed familiar, disappeared without a trace. In front of him was only the shadow of the dead old tree, which was weakly cast all over the wall and the ground, and swayed in the wind.

Zheng Que was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, his eyes flashing as he looked at his own shadow again.

His shadow was now dragging on the courtyard wall. Apart from an extra rope that lifted his body up little by little, the outline of the shadow had swelled a lot at some point, and looked particularly bloated, as if two people were stacked on top of each other.

The next moment, Zheng Cheng suddenly felt a biting chill on his back. A slender and graceful figure lay on his back. A pair of thin arms suddenly stretched out from the wide sleeves fluttering like a banner and pinched his neck fiercely.

click!
The woman's pale hands passed through his palms that were protecting his neck and clamped his neck tightly.

A chilling chill instantly spread throughout Zheng Que's body.

The blood color on Zheng Que's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a paleness as paper.

He immediately loosened one hand and was about to strike behind him, but at this moment, he seemed to think of something...

Without any hesitation, Zheng Que immediately stretched out his fingernail and scratched the blood scab on the scar on his chest last night.

Blood immediately gushed out, and a fishy and sweet smell filled the air.

Zheng Que imitated his master's previous movements, waved his arm, and quickly performed a complicated spell.

The blood that had just flowed out instantly turned into a ball of living blood mist, which spread out very nimbly, and suddenly opened and circled like a net, instantly surrounding Zheng Que and Nu Diao.

The cultivator's spiritual blood was full of yang energy, which was particularly fierce in the daytime. The female cultivator seemed to have sensed the danger. She did not care about Zheng Que for a moment and immediately fled into the shadow below.

At this moment, Zheng Que gave the woman a chance to escape, rapidly casting spells with his hands. As the spells shifted, the spiritual blood net that had trapped the man and the ghost quickly materialized into runes of varying sizes, hovering in mid-air, appearing and disappearing, and then, following a pattern, began to fly into the woman's body.

At the moment when the first spiritual blood rune was branded into the female doctor's body, her body suddenly stiffened, and the yin energy lingering all over her body weakened in an instant.

Zheng Que suddenly felt that the rope around his neck loosened a little.

He didn't dare to be careless and continued to cast spells.

The spiritual blood net was swirling in the air, seeming to gather and disperse, but it did not give the woman any chance to escape. Dense runes were branded into her body one by one.

Eerie words appeared on the white clothes and long, flowing hair of the woman. Her body struggled violently like a fish caught on land. However, no matter how hard she struggled, her body became increasingly uncontrollable.

Click!

At this moment, the rope that had been strangling Zheng Que's neck suddenly lost its strength and broke directly.

Zheng Que fell back to the ground, the feeling of suffocation disappeared, there was no restraint on his neck anymore, and he could finally breathe normally.

He was certain in his heart that the [Ghost Controlling Technique] had been effective!
Thinking of this, Zheng Que continued to perform magic spells while looking up.

I saw a slender and graceful figure hanging upright among the crowns of the dead trees above my head, without any sign of swaying in the wind. Runes of various sizes continued to appear on her body. The extremely dangerous yin energy had almost dissipated. At this moment, the hanging woman gave off a feeling of being on the verge of death.

As Zheng Que cast his last spell, all the runes were branded into the woman's body.

The woman immediately fell off the treetop, slowly dropped down, collapsed to the ground, and did not move.

The sunlight filtered through the dead tree canopy repeatedly, revealing its frail figure, which seemed half real and half illusory, as if it would disappear at any moment.

Applying the blood seal is complete!

Thinking of this, Zheng Que used his blood-stained fingers to quickly draw the bird-like and insect-like character on the palm of his hand.

This is the last step of [Ghost Controlling Technique], issuing decrees!

The moment he finished writing the words on his palm, Zheng Que immediately raised his palm, pointed it at the woman, and shouted in a stern voice, "Hey!"

The woman was lying on the ground with no reaction.

Zheng Que was stunned when he saw this scene. He pointed his palm at the woman again and said, "Duh!"

However, just like before, the woman was still lying there motionless, as if she was dead.

Zheng Que couldn't help but feel puzzled. His [Ghost Controlling Technique] was basically the same as his master's steps just now, so why didn't this "vengeful spirit" react at all?
Did I miss something in the middle?
While he was thinking, Qu Daoren's indifferent voice suddenly reached his ears: "You have learned well!"

"However, your spiritual blood has too much yang energy."

"The 'ghosts' of the daytime are unbearable."

"This female slave can't be saved."

"Wait until night time, and then find another one to try."

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