Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 287 Soul's Demise and Ashes
Li Xuan's original plan was to find the gathering place of ghosts and see if he could uncover some secrets. These imprisoned special people were just an accident.

Since he has seen it, even if the person is going to die in the next second, he still has to save them.

The villa was located in a relatively remote area, so even if there was a huge commotion inside, no one would notice. Under Li Xuan's arrangement, the imprisoned people left the villa one after another.

Li Xuan searched the villa and found a safe. Sure enough, there were clues. The appearance of the ghost could be traced back to the 34th year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign, three hundred years ago.

The contents of the safe were all old items, and much of the writing on them was almost illegible...

He rolled up the things that were easy to carry and stuffed them into his pocket.

Mi Zhijie stood outside waiting. When he saw Li Xuan come out, he hurriedly said, "Brother Li, all the people who were imprisoned have left, but there are still many of those... bodies possessed by ghosts in the villa."

Body, what a helpless word.

Li Xuan once thought that ghost possession was simply about squeezing out the original soul. However, Chen Fulai's experiments showed that this was not the case; the so-called possession was actually about directly consuming the person's soul.

This is why the more people are possessed by ghosts, the more likely they are to fall into madness, because absorbing too many different people's memories leads to confusion about their own identity.

He came down from the second floor and saw that all the bodies of the people who had been possessed were gathered in the living room.

Mi Zhijie's skin was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his hands were trembling slightly. He had moved these hundred-pound corpses bit by bit while Li Xuan was searching the villa, and now his hands were weak and his legs were limp...

Li Xuan looked at the more than twenty bodies, all of whom were young men, between twenty-two and forty years old.

Both men and women.

Whose father is the man, and whose husband is he?

Whose daughter is the woman, and whose mother is she?

From the moment they were possessed by the ghost, they all vanished into thin air...

He said, "Burn the villa down."

Mi Zhijie: "Huh? Isn't such a big villa a bit...?"

He quickly realized his attitude was inappropriate and hurriedly apologized, "No, I just think it's a bit of a waste. I'll go find something that can be ignited right away..."

The sprinkler system has been shut down, and there is a main switch for maintenance and shutdown.

Mi Zhijie found the liquefied gas in the kitchen, turned on the gas valve, and let it ignite the huge floor-length curtains. He then used the cloth to set off fires everywhere, and the damp environment was immediately illuminated and swayed by the flames.

Li Xuan walked out of the villa.

There was no one else around the villa; it had its own yard, the trees were kept clean, and the breeze wouldn't spread.

Flames fell onto the body, flickering and instantly turning the entire villa crimson, while black smoke billowed from the doors and windows, shooting straight into the sky...

Li Xuan sat down in the courtyard, watching the corpse crackling in the fire, and placed his hands on his knees to form hand seals.

With a heavy tone and clear words, he slowly uttered: "In the beginning of the Azure Heaven, the song of the Azure Sky was sung, and the Great Floating Earth was created. He received the salvation of the Primordial Beginning, the immeasurable and supreme rank. The Primordial Heavenly Venerable shall speak this sutra."

The flames seemed to be influenced by Li Xuan's "Scripture of Salvation," gradually becoming gentler from their original fierce intensity.

Li Xuan's robes fluttered slightly in the breeze, swaying up and down with the chanting of scriptures. His voice, falling into Mi Zhijie's ears, sounded like a kind elder comforting the dead.

"After passing through the ten directions ten times, one should then attend to the seat. The Great God of Innocent Evil, the Supreme Saint and Venerable One, the True Man of Wondrous Conduct, and countless others will arrive riding through the air. Flying clouds and crimson skies, green carriages and jade wheels, feathered canopies casting shade."

The scripture itself was not long, but its contents plunged Mi Zhijie into a fantasy world where the world was divided into three parts: a human world full of grudges and love, a heavenly world inhabited by gods, and a hell full of evil ghosts and fierce spirits.

Don't know how long it has been.

Mi Zhijie awoke from the illusion with a start; the flames in the villa were still burning. Li Xuan slowly stood up from the ground. Just now, while reciting the sutra of salvation to deliver these bodies, he actually felt a slight strangeness in his body, and his magical power had become much purer.

What merit does performing a ritual for the deceased bring?
He didn't know, but it couldn't be a bad thing.

Li Xuan said, "Can I stay at your place for a couple of days?"

Mi Zhijie paused for a moment, hesitated, and said, "My house is very messy, if you don't mind."

……

In a residential area in the New Territories, development has not yet fully caught up with the times. Electrical wires are haphazardly strung together, the ground is dirty and messy, and fresh excrement and urine can even be seen in the alleys.

Mi Zhijie led Li Xuan to a courtyard house, an old building with peeling, mottled walls and small advertisements of mixed real and fake products pasted everywhere.

He took a small key from the window and unlocked the padlock on the door.

crunch...

The door opened, and a foul odor emanated from inside.

This is the smell of an old person, and a mixture of smells accumulated over a long period of time and filth.

The sound of chains rattling filled the air. Mi Zhijie pulled the switch, and the light bulb lit up. What Li Xuan saw was the living room... which was also a room. In the corner was a bed with a dark mattress and a quilt rolled up in a ball. There was also an old woman squatting at the foot of the bed, her right hand chained up...

When Mi Zhijie saw the old woman, his eyes gleamed with an indescribable light.

He deftly grabbed a broom to clean up the fresh grime on the floor, a smile on his face that seemed to betray either helplessness or embarrassment. He said to Li Xuan, "My mother is mentally challenged and never knows how to communicate. If I don't lock her here, I might never find her again..."

Li Xuan asked, "Where's your dad?"

Mi Zhijie raised his finger and pointed to a photo frame on the wall, which contained a photo of a man and a woman.

The man's face was badly bruised, the marks left by repeated piercings from some kind of sharp weapon, while the woman was an old woman squatting at the foot of the bed, though she looked to be around twenty years old in the photo.

“My mother was born mentally disabled. My father tricked her into having me, and after she became pregnant, he disappeared. My maternal grandmother raised me and my mentally disabled mother alone. She died two years ago, leaving only my mother and me.”

Mi Zhijie's face was expressionless, and his tone was very flat, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

After cleaning up the filth and wiping a chair, he put on a smile again and said, "Brother Li, this is just how my home is. It's not that I don't welcome you."

I feel like this is all I'll ever be in my life. I'm hopelessly rotten, and no matter how hard I try, I'll only end up achieving nothing.

I'm so sorry for what I did to you in the alley with those two friends. I know I was wrong, but I can't die because my mother still needs to live...

I must at least watch her die peacefully in her old age.

"I'm not very capable, and I can't provide her with a comfortable life, but at least... I hope she lives a long life."

The old woman suddenly spat on Mi Zhijie's face, clapped her hands wildly, and made indistinct, strange laughs. Her head tilted back and forth, which seemed to be her happiest way of passing the time.

Mi Zhijie wiped the drool from his mouth with his sleeve and looked at his hysterical mother: "Mom, stop making a scene, we have guests today."

He was even more afraid of angering Li Xuan, after all, Li Xuan was wanted by the Hong Kong authorities and was on the most wanted list! He could die himself, but he couldn't let anyone find his way here...

Just as Mi Zhijie was lost in thought, he suddenly saw Li Xuan squatting in front of his mother, observing her, and subconsciously said, "Be careful, she might scratch you."

Li Xuan's next words left him stunned: "Your mother's soul seems incomplete; it must be lost somewhere..."

(End of this chapter)