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Suddenly, the shadow fell silent. "He" noticed something was off, looked up, and saw that the sky had darkened. The air around him was no longer as scorching as before; it turned out that the heat had been making him uncomfortable and increasingly weak.
But at that moment, he felt quite comfortable.
Mumu hung on a branch, and he couldn't understand why.
Then, he seemed to sense something surrounding him, which eventually merged into his body...
The Ancient Sorcerer slowly opened his eyes. He realized that he was drenched in sweat and felt so exhausted that he just wanted to sit down on the ground. However, he knew it wasn't over yet; the soul summoning was only halfway through.
"Let's go down." Seeing Fan Feng and Zhou Yake standing not far from him, the Ancient Sorcerer called out and headed downstairs first.
"Oh."
Fan Feng and Zhou Yake finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly followed the Ancient Sorcerer down.
Upon reaching the yard, the Ancient Sorcerer quickly walked toward the corner of the wall where he had previously seen the shadow. Before he could reach it, he noticed that the shadow was already hanging on a flower branch, swaying up and down, left and right with the wind.
The "body" of the shadow was surrounded by wisps of dark energy that flowed in from all directions and merged into it, making it gradually become clearer.
"Good." The Ancient Sorcerer's heart relaxed. This shadow was not his first encounter; he could tell it was much denser than before, indicating that his earlier soul summoning had been effective.
Zhou Yake suddenly stopped, as if struck by lightning on her forehead. After a moment, she suddenly shouted "Husband" and lunged toward the shadow.
"Don't!"
The Ancient Sorcerer was startled and quickly reached out to grab Zhou Yake.
"He is my husband! Why are you holding me back?"
Tears streamed down Zhou Yake's face like a spring that couldn't be stopped. Under the night sky, a shadow hung on the flower branch. Although its features were unclear, after years of companionship, how could Zhou Yake not recognize her own husband?
"Let go of me! Let me go!" Zhou Yake cried while struggling. But she was just a weak woman; how could she possibly break free?
"Stop making a scene! He is a ghost, and you are a human. Humans and ghosts are on different paths. If you rush in like this without paying attention, you might scatter his soul completely. If that happens, you will never see him again."
At this moment, Fan Feng also walked over, grabbed Zhou Yake, and said, "Sister Yake, calm down a bit. The Ancient Sorcerer is right; you should listen to him." Not knowing whether to believe it or not, Fan Feng had forgotten his fear at that moment, looking at the shadow hanging on the flower branch with an expression of disbelief.
How is this possible?
Can a simple call really bring the soul back?
"I... I just haven't seen it for so long, so..." Zhou Yake finally began to calm down slowly, but tears continued to flow down her face. Her eyes were fixed on that shadow as if she feared it would disappear with a blink.
The Ancient Sorcerer noticed that Zhou Yake had calmed down and released his hand. However, his brows immediately furrowed tightly. He realized that although the shadow was denser than before, it was still quite faint. In such a situation, it was impossible to speak. The wisps of black energy mingled with the shadow were merely part of the "human soul" wandering in front of the graveyard. The key was that the Earth Soul from the underworld had not been fully summoned back, and as for the Heavenly Soul, it was completely missing.
Although summoning the soul had some effect, it was minimal and far from achieving the goal of "speaking" as mentioned by the Ancient Sorcerer.
What should he do now?
The Ancient Sorcerer searched through the inherited witchcraft knowledge in his mind but found no solution to the problem.
Suddenly, he felt a vibration at his forehead where Luo Tian was located, and then it began to slowly rotate.
The Ancient Sorcerer was secretly astonished; previously, Luo Tian would only rotate when encountering something absorbable or when he faced life-and-death situations. This was neither of those circumstances—why was it moving now?
However, he quickly realized he didn't have time to study this matter because Luo Tian was rotating while simultaneously "expanding," getting larger and larger. The black dot he had seen earlier became clearer and clearer until he discovered that part of the blackness had enlarged enough to be discerned: "The soul desires life; the ghost desires death. The soul consists of yin and yang in balance and has three types known as Three Souls,
or three lives: one is the fetal light, which governs life; two is the Refreshing Spirit, which governs wealth; three is the ghostly essence, which governs disasters and diseases. These are differentiated on the seventh day of the first month, the seventh day of the seventh month, and the fifth day of the tenth month. Those whose Three Souls have departed due to great grievances can be temporarily restrained by ancient sorcerers through incantations." After this passage were several incantations that the Ancient Sorcerer glanced at and memorized.
"By heaven, there truly is no end to human paths! I never expected that this black dot on Luo Tian would actually be a witchcraft incantation!"
The Ancient Sorcerer became excited; this incantation was perfectly suited for the current situation. After memorizing it, Luo Tian seemed to understand that its "task" had been completed and began to shrink again until it returned to its normal state, hovering motionless at his forehead.
Although he wanted to understand why Luo Tian behaved this way, there were more important matters to attend to at this moment.
The Ancient Sorcerer took off Lai Fangming's clothes that were still hanging on him and handed them to Zhou Yake, saying, "Take this; it's no longer useful now."
"No longer useful?"
Zhou Yake was taken aback; she had thought she would succeed and be able to speak with her deceased husband soon. She never expected the Ancient Sorcerer to say such a thing.
"Yes, it’s useless now. I need to use another method."
Hearing the Ancient Sorcerer say this, Zhou Yake felt relieved; as long as there was still a way, that was good.
The Ancient Sorcerer slowly moved closer to the shadow, stopping only when the shadow began to tremble slightly. At that moment, his yang energy had already begun to affect the shadow, and if he got any closer, the shadow might "explode" again.
After stopping, the Ancient Sorcerer adjusted his breathing. A few minutes later, his breath became faint, almost nonexistent, but if one listened closely, it seemed like there was a subtle sound of a thin thread being pulled.
Fan Feng held onto Zhou Yake, preventing her from suddenly rushing forward, but all her attention was focused on the Ancient Sorcerer.
The night grew darker, and the yard became increasingly quiet.
The three of them stood in the yard, but no one spoke. It was as if they sensed something; even the insects that usually chirped happily fell silent. Gradually, the wind also disappeared, and all the flowers and trees stood still as if they were fake or made of plastic.
A mist began to spread from somewhere, making the entire yard darker. Soon Fan Feng and Zhou Yake realized they could barely see the Ancient Sorcerer's figure less than two meters ahead.
Feeling uneasy, Fan Feng shifted her body and wanted to take a step forward but immediately sensed something was wrong and retracted her foot.
If Fan Feng felt this way, Zhou Yake was even worse off. Her body trembled; the hand that had been tightly held by Fan Feng now gripped Fan Feng's arm tightly instead, and her palm was sweaty...
She wanted to move closer but dared not.
The Ancient Sorcerer felt as if he had entered a strange state; everything happening around him "appeared" in his mind: mist was rising in the yard, growing thicker; everything remained motionless as if frozen in time...
"It’s time!"
The Ancient Sorcerer didn’t know where this thought came from, but he just knew that now was the moment.
"Ka... ka... ka..." The Ancient Sorcerer clicked his teeth three times and then suddenly opened his eyes wide. He gathered his internal energy and shouted loudly: "Fetal light prolongs life, Refreshing Spirit benefits fortune, ghostly essence is severed, urgent as per command!"
Like a morning bell ringing out, the Ancient Sorcerer's voice surged far away. The thick black mist in the yard exploded with a loud bang; it first scattered outward but then seemed to be drawn back together as if by some force. It split into three streams: one shot upward like a tornado piercing into the sky; another plunged downward like a drill; while the last one swept across the ground like a lawnmower, flying outwards in all directions.
Fan Feng and Zhou Yake were startled by the sudden situation before them; they had no idea why this was happening.
Looking up, they discovered that the column of energy shooting upwards pierced through the night sky, creating a hole in the thick clouds. Then, the column of energy bent back down. As for the column of energy that drilled underground, it broke through the ground and penetrated deep before also bending back, quickly merging into one.
"Ugh..."
The merged column of energy formed a glowing sphere the size of a fist. The sphere emitted a dark light, and within it, two dark shadows could be seen struggling to break free but were blocked by the sphere.
"Whoosh..."
A gust of wind suddenly arose, scattering everything in the yard. However, as this strong wind reached the glowing sphere, it was immediately sucked inside, coalescing into a new dark shadow.
A smile finally appeared on the face of the Ancient Sorcerer. Inside the black sphere was indeed the Three Souls of Heaven, Earth, and Human—namely, the Fetal Light, Refreshing Spirit, and Ghostly Essence—who had been summoned back through a spell from Lai Fangming's Three Souls!
"What... what is this?"
Staring at the black sphere floating in front of the Ancient Sorcerer and the three dark shadows rolling inside it, Fan Feng felt her mind short-circuit. What was happening at that moment had long surpassed her understanding.
"Could it be... this is Fang Ming's soul?"
Zhou Yake fixed her gaze on the three dark shadows within the black sphere. Although they were rolling incessantly and their forms were unclear, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with those three shadows.
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