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Their movements were slow, some tall and some short, both male and female, dressed in various styles. Due to the lighting, I couldn't make out any of their expressions or features.
After entering the room, they gathered around the Wooden Bed, moving hesitantly as if unsure whether they were confused or had sensed my presence.
Unlike the previous nights, Liu Uncle and Liu Matriarch's fearful energy did not reach them.
The fearful energy mentioned here refers to the disturbance in a person's magnetic field when they are afraid. Spirit Gods can easily perceive this. The more fear a person emits, the stronger the aura of fear becomes, which Spirit Gods can sense more intensely. Generally, passing Spirit Gods will ignore such fear and quickly leave because when a person's fear reaches a certain threshold, it can lower their perception. Once it drops to a certain level, they may see things that are usually invisible to them; of course, this requires a significant amount of fear. However, some mischievous Spirit Gods might not leave upon sensing fear; instead, they might linger right in front of you.
This phenomenon of seeing them due to one's own fear does not violate any rules for them. In real life, many people enjoy scaring themselves. When they reach a critical point, they might actually see something—though it is fleeting—and it doesn't harm their bodies. Scientifically, this can be explained as hallucinations. Since there is no real impact on the Human Body aside from the fright itself, this explanation holds water. Of course, there are rare cases where someone becomes ill from being scared.
Usually at home during quiet nights, some people like to scare themselves—taking a shower without daring to close their eyes or sleeping with their legs tucked under the covers for safety. Even getting up at night can be nerve-wracking, fearing that they might accidentally see something. In reality, there is no need for such fear; as a living person in Yangjian who hasn't done anything heinous, why be afraid of spirits that don't belong to this world? In fact, they are often more afraid of being seen than we are. So when feeling scared, one should calmly recite the Courage Spell three times and carry on with whatever they were doing. Continuing to dwell in fear may lead to adverse effects.
After observing the bed for a while, those Spirit Gods dispersed until only one remained in my line of sight. Coincidentally, it was the one closest to me; I wanted to see if the others had already left.
I gently pushed open the wardrobe door. I wasn't sure why it creaked loudly despite my careful touch; I quickly glanced at the Spirit God still in view—it had clearly been drawn by the sound.
It tilted its head and slowly walked toward the wardrobe.
I knew it was time; hiding was no longer meaningful. I hurriedly pulled the wardrobe door shut and lit the pair of red candles within the Soul Summoning Array. Estimating how long it would take for it to approach, I tightened my grip on the talisman and mentally counted: one, two, three...
Feeling that the timing was right, I pushed open the wardrobe door and stepped out swiftly. Thankfully, I controlled my strength well; otherwise, the rush of air from the wardrobe door would have extinguished those red candles.
As the candlelight flickered, I stepped beside the Spirit God that was leaning toward the wardrobe. My right hand swiftly pressed the Confinement Talisman against its chest while I quickly chanted the Soul Summoning Spell. Then I yanked at the talisman’s position forcefully to pull it into the wardrobe and promptly shut the door behind me before placing another Confinement Talisman on top. The entire sequence took about five seconds.
Trapping one was enough for me; the next task was simple: drive away the others. As I stepped out, the scattered figures of the Spirit Gods in the corners of the room began to converge towards me. Their slow movements indicated that these Spirit Gods posed no real threat beyond scaring ordinary people.
It was difficult to catch them all, but sending them away was easy—just an Exorcism Spell.
As I recited the Exorcism Spell, their approach slowed even further. By the time I reached the latter part of the incantation, two had already turned to flee. When I finished the spell, aside from one trembling Little Spirit, the other five had vanished without a trace. This wasn’t due to my prowess; it was simply that these Spirit Gods seemed to have some reason for their weakened state.
The trembling Little Spirit huddled in the farthest corner from me, hugging its knees and watching me cautiously, clearly afraid.
I sighed and ignored it. If it didn’t want to leave, so be it; I would let it go after I finished my business.
Turning around, I methodically set up a Soul-Trapping Formation at the wardrobe door and slowly opened it. Inside, a bewildered Spirit God appeared before me. The Soul Binding Talisman merely restrained it without causing any harm.
With the candlelight illuminating the space, I could see this Spirit God clearly: expressionless, emaciated, appearing to be in its early thirties with disheveled hair covering its ears and a face marked by hardship. Its loose black clothing looked worn and tattered, evoking an inexplicable sense of pity.
As I opened the wardrobe and tore off the Confinement Talisman from its body, it instinctively floated outward. Unfortunately, it fell right into the Trapped Soul area, struggling to move forward but finding itself unable to take even a step.
Seeing its pitiful state, I took out three sticks of Incense, lit them, and placed them in a holder beside it. Instead of continuing to struggle, it slowly crouched down and greedily inhaled the scent. It would take a breath and glance at the Little Spirit in the corner before repeating this action several times. I turned my head to look at that little creature; it seemed to have an urge to come over. Quickly, I made space for it and gestured for it to approach. It hesitated for a moment before slowly standing up and taking two cautious steps forward, keeping its eyes on me as if ready to flee at any moment.
Understanding its thoughts, I stood still. Seeing my lack of reaction, it quickly moved two steps closer to the Soul Summoning Array and began eagerly consuming the Incense like a starving child.
Minutes later, the Little Spirit’s essence began to fade until it disappeared completely. I knew my time with open eyes was coming to an end; I blinked hard and could only see a wisp of blue smoke continuously rising from where it had crouched. This proved that it was still there; I just couldn’t see it anymore. Meanwhile, I could still clearly see the Spirit God within the Soul-Trapping Formation. The Incense hadn’t burned out yet when it slowly stood up and turned to look at me, struggling to utter two words: thank you.
These words were spoken in its native dialect and were quite shaky; at first, I almost didn’t understand. Once I grasped its meaning, I nodded and began conversing with it in its hometown language as well.
Unfortunately, its language ability had almost completely deteriorated. At first, it seemed that even saying "thank you" was a limit for it; it could only nod or shake its head. For all the questions I asked, it mostly shook its head, which meant it was just a clueless wandering spirit.
However, it wasn't a total loss. At least when I asked if it was just one of them, it began to shake its head. When I asked if there were others who hadn't come yet, it nodded. That was the only time it nodded. But when I asked how many more there were, it kept shaking its head, as if that question was too difficult to answer or perhaps it simply didn't want to respond.
Afterward, I couldn't get any more information out of it, and the incense was nearly burnt out. I released the Soul-Trapping Formation, and once freed, its soul gradually weakened until it disappeared completely. A faint cold wind swept by, blowing toward the door.
I shook my head with a wry smile. After all this effort in the middle of the night, this was the result. At least I learned one thing: besides those seven, there were other Spirit Gods in that place.
Rubbing my head and recalling carefully, there were indeed only seven small mounds in that area of eight directions. The extra one—could it be the skull that was dug up during the day?
ps. Thank you to "You Are Hami, I Am Melon" for 111 flowers, "Wuyou Ruirui" for 11 coffees, and "Surian" for 1 diamond. There will be an additional update tonight.
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