"What's wrong, young lady?"

Seeing that her expression was off, Granny Jin's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly handed her the pillow.

Yin Liuli reached out and caught it, then focused her mind and infused her fingertips with spiritual energy, probing the pillow with it.

A slight tingling sensation came from my fingertips; sure enough, something had been put in the pillow.

She drew a talisman in her palm and slapped it on with her backhand.

A flash of light appeared, and the black mist vanished instantly like a gust of wind blowing away the fog, along with the slight stinging sensation of ants crawling around.

Yin Liuli frowned. "Mother, do you hug this every night when you go to sleep?"

"Yes……"

Zhen's eyes reddened, and she said softly,

"This is the pillow you used to hold beside you when you were little. You used to hug it and play with it. After you left, your mother... your mother would hug it to fall asleep, just like she was hugging you."

Granny Jin said sadly, "Young lady, you'll understand if you look at it over there."

Yin Liuli then noticed a yellowed little garment covered the long pillow; the garment was badly worn.

My nose suddenly felt a little sore.

I can't imagine how many difficult nights my mother has spent holding it all these years.

She had intended to open it to check, but after hearing her mother's words, she felt a little reluctant and asked softly,

"When Mother holds it, does she often sleep restlessly, experience palpitations, shortness of breath, and lethargy?"

Mrs. Zhen nodded in surprise, "Yes... Over the years, I have often had nightmares, dreaming of fierce ghosts baring their fangs and claws and rushing at me."

"Liuli, is there something wrong with this pillow?"

"The lady does not sleep well at night. She often wakes up with a scream, covered in a cold sweat."

The doctor said that excessive worry had damaged his liver and spleen, causing imbalance in his five internal organs. He was told that taking medication for a while would help, but the symptoms would return once he stopped taking it.

Granny Jin nervously clutched the hem of her dress and asked cautiously, "Young lady, is there something wrong with this pillow?"

A sharp glint flashed in Yin Liuli's cold eyes.

"I've been cursed."

"What...what nightmare?"

A chill ran down Zhen's spine, and her face was filled with terror.

Granny Jin felt as if the roots of her hair were standing on end.

"Nightmare magic uses the bones, blood, or corpse oil of the dead as a medium and incantations as a seal to trap a wisp of a ghost within a talisman."

Contact with living people will cause nightmares, insomnia, headaches, weakness, and mental fatigue.

Yin Liuli's brows furrowed as if covered in frost, and she slowly said, "Over time, people will become absent-minded and their spirits will scatter. Even if they aren't tortured to death, they will eventually become mentally impaired... The methods are not sophisticated, but they are extremely vicious!"

Both Madam Zhen and Granny Jin shuddered.

"Granny, besides you, whose hands did my mother's pillow pass through?"

Yin Liuli's sharp gaze suddenly turned to Granny Jin, her voice sharp.

"It wasn't this old servant, it really wasn't this old servant who did it!"

Startled by those eyes, Granny Jin knelt down with a thud, her face filled with panic. "Young lady, please understand! This old servant is utterly loyal to Madam and would never commit such a heinous act of betrayal!"

Madam Zhen was also taken aback and quickly said, "Liuli, I trust Granny Jin, it definitely couldn't be her!"

"Granny, I believe you."

Yin Liuli was a little speechless. She reached out and helped her up, saying, "I just wanted to know who else handled this pillow."

"Young lady, please see the truth! Young lady, please see the truth!"

Granny Jin clutched her pounding chest and stammered, "When we lived in that courtyard before, only this old servant and Chunliu took care of Madam's daily needs. Could it be... could it be her?"

A layer of frost settled on Yin Liuli's face.

"Whether it's her or not, we'll find out by trying. Mother, may I tear this pillow open and check?"

Madam Zhen nodded hurriedly, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"Take it apart, take it apart... Now that you're by your mother's side, she no longer needs to sleep while holding it."

Yin Liuli took out a small blade from her sleeve and slashed open the pillow, revealing the dense buckwheat hulls inside.

To outsiders, nothing seemed amiss, but to her, all the buckwheat hulls were enveloped in a faint, almost imperceptible, black mist.

"Wah-ya-ya, come out!"

Yin Liuli summoned the messenger god, grabbed a handful of buckwheat husks, and handed them over, silently saying, "Take a close look and find out who it is."

"Wow... Master, this thing is so evil!"

Waaaa stepped forward with a look of disgust, sniffed the air, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and said, "This humble general obeys!"

call out……

It turned around and disappeared.

"Liuli, what's wrong with you...?"

When Madam Zhen and Granny Jin saw her holding a handful of buckwheat husks in mid-air, staring at the air without saying a word, they couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Yin Liuli smiled and said,

"Mother is my messenger, she gathers information for me."

It was originally a general who died on the battlefield. Due to its heavy resentment, it transformed into a vengeful ghost. After I subdued it, it refused to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation and became my messenger.

Granny Jin got goosebumps all over her body and stared at her incredulously.

"Young lady, you can even catch ghosts?"

"Yes, I know a bit about exorcising ghosts, feng shui, and fortune telling, but talismans are my forte."

Yin Liuli curled her lips, casually handed her the pillow, and instructed, "Granny, find a place to burn this thing with mugwort and calamus as firewood, and then bury it with cinnabar."

"Yes."

Granny Jin instinctively reached out, but the thought that the pillow had been cursed with something from a dead person caused her hands to freeze in mid-air. She stammered,

"Miss, this thing is kind of scary, can I touch it...?"

"Don't be afraid, Granny. I'll give you a golden talisman to ward off evil spirits."

Yin Liuli raised her hand and drew a talisman in the air on Jin Mama's forehead. The talisman flashed and disappeared into Jin Mama's brow.

Granny Jin couldn't see the talisman, but she felt as if her brows had been scorched by a blazing fire, and she felt inexplicably refreshed.

"This old servant will go right away!"

Only then did she dare to take the pillow and happily go out to burn it.

Yin Liuli took Zhen's hand and said with heartache,

"Mother, do you still have all the talismans I sent you over the years?"

Madam Zhen nodded hurriedly, "I carry it with me, and I keep it with me every day as you instructed."

Yin Liuli clenched her fists and said coldly,

"Both bone marrow and nightmare magic, how vicious!"

Since you're so ruthless, don't blame me for being equally ruthless!

As soon as she learned about talismans, she drew a peace talisman for her mother and asked someone to send it back so that she could wear it every day.

Every year thereafter, a new one would be placed under her bed. If it weren't for the talisman, the remains placed under her bed would have caused her to fall ill and die soon.

"Oh dear... Report! Master, it was Chunliu who harmed Madam!"

He came back like a whirlwind, rubbing his hands together in her ear, and said, "She's been beaten half to death and is lying in the woodshed. Go ahead and kill her for your master, waaaah!"

Yin Liuli waved her hand, her eyes flashing as she suddenly sneered.

"Killing her is too easy. She harmed my mother. I'll make her pay a hundredfold! Waaah, come closer... Go, do this."

"Yes, sir! Your humble servant obeys!"

Waaaa listened with great excitement, couldn't help but exclaim "Master, you're so cunning!" before running off, "Master, you're so sly!"

Yin Liuli, "..."

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