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Zhao Sanbao and Wu Jie nodded. He stepped back a dozen paces before speaking, "Master Jiang Ling, don't worry, we will protect ourselves."
After seeing Zhao Sanbao and the others walk away, I felt no more concerns. I picked up a talisman from the Yellow Cloth, which bore the name of Sorrowful Ghost Su Qianwu along with her Birth Date and Time. These items were all gathered by Zhao Sanbao in advance for the purpose of summoning souls.
I pinched the talisman between two fingers and bit my tongue hard, spraying a drop of Tongue Blood onto the flames of the three incense sticks. At the same time, I quickly cast a Spell with my left hand, chanting, "Ultimate Earth, Mystical Arts Have Methods. Daoist Sect decree, command the spirits. Sacrifice my Blood Demon, summon the Undead. Su Xianwu, return to me swiftly. Command!"
As soon as my words fell, the three incense sticks did not extinguish from the Tongue Blood's influence; instead, their flames surged upward significantly. The originally red flames transformed into a faint green hue, appearing particularly eerie.
After casting the final Spell, I threw the talisman into the flames of the three incense sticks. The talisman was instantly consumed by fire and turned to ash. A ghostly figure suddenly appeared within the flames and became increasingly clear. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that this Figure resembled Su Xianwu's spirit exactly.
"Ah! Who is summoning me?" Su Xianwu's voice emerged from that ethereal figure. Her soul was responding to my call and was rapidly approaching.
At that moment, Su Xianwu opened her eyes. She glanced at me and then at Zhao Sanbao and his companions not far away before speaking in a chilling tone, "So you are the Stinky Taoist who helped Zhao Sanbao. Just wait; I will come for you soon. I will kill all of you."
Suddenly, the ghostly figure began to distort. Alarmed, I tried to stabilize it with my power. However, in an instant, that Figure shattered and vanished without a trace, causing all three incense sticks on the Yellow Cloth to extinguish.
I looked at the three incense sticks on the Yellow Cloth; they had been lit simultaneously but now showed two long and one short situation. This indicated that Su Xianwu's soul had just been extinguished by someone else, and I could no longer summon her spirit.
Furrowing my brow, I touched my ear and thought to myself, "How could this happen? Who could have suddenly attacked Su Xianwu?"
Seeing what had just transpired, Zhao Sanbao and his companions assumed that the summoning Spell had ended and rushed over. Zhao Sanbao smiled as he asked, "Master Jiang Ling, has Su Xianwu's ghost been dealt with?"
I nodded and replied, "Su Xianwu's soul has indeed been extinguished, but it wasn't by my hand. Zhao Daoist, it's better for you to be cautious during this time; I suspect this matter may not yet be over."
Hearing my words, Zhao Sanbao's smile instantly vanished. He looked at me with a furrowed brow and asked, "Master Jiang Ling, when will I be safe? I've already taken three days off, and I must go to work tomorrow; otherwise, I'll lose my job. Master Jiang Ling, you have to help me come up with a solution."
I touched my ear, hesitating for a moment before finally taking out the Demon-Subduing Staff from my backpack and handing it to Zhao Sanbao. Looking into his eyes, I said seriously, "Director Zhao, take this artifact for self-defense. Once I confirm it's safe, you can return it to me. This artifact means a lot to me, so please don't lose it."
Zhao Sanbao tightly grasped the Demon-Subduing Staff, and his expression softened. He nodded and smiled, saying, "Master Jiang Ling, don't worry; I will definitely not lose it."
I gave Zhao Sanbao a few more instructions before forcibly sending Wu Jie away. Once everything was arranged, I took a taxi to He Ying's place.
Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was midnight.
Huang Ping and the others thoroughly searched Wang Hongtao's shop but found no useful ropes. Since it was too late and their spirits were low, they decided to seal off Wang Hongtao's shop and left two officers to guard the scene while the others went back to rest.
After Huang Ping left, the two officers remaining sat on stools in the shop chatting. They were initially quite energetic. However, after three or four hours, they began to feel drowsy and soon fell asleep with their heads resting on the table.
At that moment, faint sounds began to emerge from a corner of the shop where Wang Hongtao had discarded some origami along with broken items used for funerals.
Huang Ping and his team had rummaged through that corner but found nothing strange hidden there, so they didn't pay much attention to that spot.
After a while, the sounds from that corner grew louder but remained soft enough not to disturb the two sleeping officers.
This continued for three or four minutes until a palm-sized piece of origami emerged from the corner. Hidden within that origami was the spirit of Wang Hongtao, which explained why I hadn't detected his soul earlier.
Wang Hongtao glanced at the two officers and let out an angry snort. He said coldly, "Hmph! Luckily I left myself an escape route; otherwise, I would have truly fallen into that Taoist's hands. Once I recover, I will make that Stinky Taoist pay."
Wang Hongtao did not linger in the shop any longer. He controlled the origami in his hands and stepped outside, seeking a secluded place to practice for a while and to avoid drawing attention to himself.
As soon as Wang Hongtao exited the shop, a figure emerged from the shadows. The person appeared to be only around fourteen or fifteen years old, incredibly young. However, what was strange was that the person's eyes were filled with a sense of weariness that seemed far beyond their years.
Upon seeing the figure, fear filled Wang Hongtao's eyes. His voice trembled as he said, "Ge Bing, what are you doing here?"
Ge Bing revealed a sinister smile on his face and slowly approached Wang Hongtao. With a sly grin, he said, "Heh heh, junior brother, what happened to you? How did you end up like this? Do you want me to help you find a new body?"
With that, Ge Bing reached out and grabbed the origami that Wang Hongtao was hiding. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he yanked it forcefully, tearing off the left hand of the origami. The pain made Wang Hongtao let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Yet Ge Bing looked at Wang Hongtao with glee and chuckled, "Sorry, junior brother, I just had a little tremor in my hand."
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