Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

Ren Fengjue walked out of Yongqingzhai.

The bright sunlight was so intense that he was momentarily unable to adjust.

Suddenly, a young eunuch rushed over, shouting as he ran, "There's...there's a ghost!"

"Those corpses from Qianqiu Garden... they've escaped!"

Xia Ximo guessed correctly.

Sure enough, something unusual happened in Qianqiu Garden.

Ren Fengjue immediately rushed to the garden, and on the way he encountered several palace maids who were stumbling and running away.

When he arrived, he happened to run into several palace guards who were fleeing in panic.

Only the chief guard stood before the corpses, holding a waist knife.

Although he stood ramrod straight, it was clear that he was terrified; his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

"No one is allowed to retreat! Follow me and slay these demons!"

Seeing his subordinates flee in fear, the chief guard couldn't help but shout at them.

But how many people can remain calm in such a situation?

Nobody listens to him.

Instead, the corpses pounced on him immediately because of the noise.

Ren Fengjue found this man to be bold and ambitious, and couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for him.

He quietly approached, covered the other person's mouth and nose, and shook his head at him.

As expected, the corpse immediately lost its target, paused for a moment, and then left.

After seeing them walk away, Ren Fengjue followed Xia Ximo's instructions and said softly, "These Yin Corpses have poor eyesight, so they can only identify objects by sound. Try not to make any noise, and cover your mouth and nose if necessary."

The chief guard was clearly surprised to see that it was Ren Fengjue.

Before Lord Ren could even speak, he couldn't help but ask, "Why is the young marquis here?"

However, as soon as the voice fell, the corpses that had just left immediately turned back and pounced on them.

"To borrow a knife for use."

Ren Fengjue's eyes narrowed. He took the knife from the chief guard, strode forward, and chopped off the head of a Yin Corpse with a single stroke.

But strangely, after the head rolled away after hitting the ground, it rolled back on its own.

Upon seeing this, Lord Ren delivered a flying kick without hesitation.

But the moment his body touched the head, the decapitated corpse inexplicably went limp and turned into a wisp of black mist, escaping away.

Seeing the young marquis's bravery, the chief guard looked at him with great respect.

He thought to himself, "He truly lives up to his title of 'Living Yama,' he can even cure ghosts!"

At this moment, the other corpses seemed to be affected as well, and began to retreat into the garden one after another.

Suddenly, a voice taunted, "This is my first time visiting the Eastern Palace, and I'm already seeing this thing. How rare!"

The newcomer was Yan Zhengchu. He immediately took out a handful of paper cranes made of yellow talismans from his pocket and threw them into the horde of corpses.

Immediately, he began chanting incantations, speaking with great conviction.

Under the influence of the talisman, the corpses immediately collapsed to the ground, turning into wisps of black mist that quickly retreated to Qianqiu Garden.

Just as Yan Zhengchu was about to give chase, Ren Fengjue stopped him, returned the knife to the head guard beside him, and ordered, "This place is now in your hands."

Then he turned around and said seriously, "Master Yan, please come with me."

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Inside a sealed room.

Xia Ximo raised her slender fingers, her eyes gleaming slightly, revealing the mark between her brows, while the corners of her eyes became even redder.

She doesn't usually use "bone techniques" lightly, because this technique is often accompanied by murderous intent.

Whenever the mark between the eyebrows deepens, it is a sign of demonic possession. When the murderous intent in one's heart surges, it is impossible to stop even if one wants to.

At this moment, those slender, jade-like fingers, seemingly delicate and graceful, would cause the "person" in the blood pool to feel their body and soul tightly bound by a force with each extension of their fingers.

There was absolutely no way to break free.

Once the five fingers were spread out, no matter how much Murong Chen struggled, he couldn't muster any strength.

The "evil energy" attached to his soul was also sealed off, leaving him with no way out.

"What...did you do to me?"

Despite having the blood array's blessing, he was still like a lamb to the slaughter.

The person in front of him looked down at him, his face inscrutable, but Murong Chen could vaguely see his own fate reflected in those eyes.

dead.

It means dying again.

"No!"

Murong Chen was unwilling to accept this.

This "Yin-Yang Sha" was just one step away from being completed!

This world was just one step away from being within our grasp!

And the person he cares about most was just one step away from being "reborn"!

But it was precisely this one step that made it so far!

He was extremely angry, and a murderous aura burst forth from his eyes, mouth, and nose, creating a powerful display, but it failed to cause any harm to the person in mid-air.

No matter how "evil" the evil spirits of the world may be, how can they compare to even half of the souls imprisoned in the Nine Netherworlds?

Xia Ximo coldly looked down at him: "I gave you a chance."

Just as he was about to spread his other five fingers, the person below suddenly roared, and his soul finally left his body.

However, the unbound demons had no intention of admitting defeat.

It transformed into a cloud of black mist and attacked Xia Ximo in mid-air, seemingly intent on taking her down with it.

The black mist was so thick it was like an unyielding blob of ink, instantly enveloping her body completely.

Seeing that she did not retaliate, Murong Chen thought he had succeeded.

In an instant, a raucous, sinister laugh filled the air.

However, his smugness lasted only a moment before he felt a real burning pain in his soul.

A red figure, fiery and vibrant, appeared and disappeared amidst the black mist.

Murong Chen first felt as if he were being burned alive, and then his soul was torn apart inch by inch...

Suddenly, he felt as if he were locked in that dark, secret room again, surrounded by deathly silence.

Tormented by endless fear and despair, he could only scratch at the stone door.

"Father, let me out! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

And now, that feeling is back again…

Murong Chen roared in agony.

The next second, a fiery red figure pierced through the black mist and hovered in mid-air. The scorching red, like a raging flame, illuminated the entire secret room as if it were daytime.

The black mist crumbled and plunged straight into the pool of blood, quickly merging with the vengeful spirits below, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

Xia Ximo had used up too much soul power and was about to fall into the pool, but the Soul-Ferrying Lamp saved him and brought him to the shore.

Wuyou couldn't help but grumble, "The soul power the Earth Lord gave you isn't used like this! What if it backfires?"

Xia Ximo, still breathless, collapsed to the ground, but coldly replied, "I like it."

Deserved.

You really can't reason with her.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, she'd probably give him a piece of her mind.

Wuyou was speechless when she heard footsteps approaching from not far away.

Then, Ren Fengjue and Yan Zhengchu appeared one after the other in front of the secret room door.

Lord Ren caught sight of the figure on the ground, his expression changed instantly, and he quickly stepped forward.

"Miss Xia?"

He was reaching out to check the situation.

The other person grabbed his hand tightly first.

Ren Fengjue instantly understood what was going on. He held her tightly with one hand, supported her body with the other, and pulled her into his arms.

Yan Zhengchu, who had followed them, glanced at the two of them and was about to speak when he was immediately drawn to the blood pool beside him.

"So this is how the blood array for creating the 'Yin Yang Sha' is made?!"

"Is 'Yangling' the same as a living soul? Then what are the monsters that eat living souls?"

"Besides that, is there something I've overlooked?"

Master Yan muttered to himself as he frowned in deep thought.

A corpse silently floated up from the pool of blood.