"Senior Sister, when we go inside, be extrely careful. If you feel uncomfortable, tell —matters involving ghosts are no small affair, so don’t force yourself."
Mo Hua spoke earnestly.
Hua Qianqian clenched her clothes, cold sweat seeping in her palms, she nodded seriously.
After speaking, Mo Hua gently opened the door.
A strong eerie atmosphere instantly rushed towards them.
Though chillingly cold, it also carried a searing heat, as if burnt by flas, appearing unusually strange and bizarre.
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Mo Hua and the two endured the discomfort and walked inside.
The room was indeed charred black; everything was almost completely burned away.
There were still so black marks where the bed used to be.
While Mo Hua was reluctant to think about it, she knew this was the ashes left behind after Senior Sister Ye Jin was burned to death.
These ashes resembled her lingering resentnt in the world, refusing to dissipate.
"But..."
Mo Hua glanced around, her brows slightly furrowed.
Nothing...
There were no evil spirits at all.
Nor were there fierce ghosts.
This was just a haunted room, where soone had died; besides that, there was no other abnormality.
What’s going on?
Mo Hua was puzzled.
Just then, he suddenly felt a chill spreading along his neck.
A pair of pale, delicate hands slowly extended, seemingly about to grasp his throat.
Mo Hua’s pupils shrunk, imdiately using Water Passing Step to evade the chilling murderous intent, turning around to see Hua Qianqian with empty eyes, glaring at Mo Hua, her arms extended as though about to choke him.
"Ghost possession?!"
Mo Hua felt a slight chill.
When did it happen? He hadn’t noticed at all?
The possessed "Hua Qianqian," seeing she hadn’t strangled Mo Hua, imdiately grew furious, opening her white hands, pouncing at him again.
Mo Hua had no choice, but to temporarily employ Water Passing Step to maneuver.
The two then chased each other inside the scorched room.
Hua Qianqian had already reached Foundation Establishnt Late Stage, her cultivation much stronger than Mo Hua, but as a spiritual cultivator skilled in the Hundred Flowers Needle Skill, once possessed, only her instincts remained, attacking like a body cultivator, posing little threat to Mo Hua, who excelled in movent technique.
But this can’t continue.
If a commotion is caused and others discover it, it would be very troubleso.
Mo Hua thought for a mont and whispered, "Senior Sister, forgive ."
The possessed "Hua Qianqian," driven by ghost thought, lunged at Mo Hua, he moved like flowing water, nimbly dodging, circled behind "Hua Qianqian," retrieving a "Thousand Jun Stick," activated the formation, and struck at "Hua Qianqian’s" back of the head.
Though "Hua Qianqian" had trained her body, her physical form was not strong, taking this stick, her divine sense trembled, body slowly falling.
Mo Hua hurriedly supported her, laying her flat on the ground.
Yet monts later, "Hua Qianqian" opened her eyes again, inside them was like lodging a fierce ghost, the ferocity glaring.
Mo Hua was quick to act, imdiately taking out a strip of yellow cloth, covering "Hua Qianqian’s" forehead.
This black cloth had a sealing Divine Formation drawn by Mo Hua.
The cloth wrapped her head, sealing the fierce ghost in her Sea of Consciousness, also suppressing its power to so extent.
"Hua Qianqian’s" expression twisted, but her body couldn’t move.
But this can’t continue.
A fierce ghost consus divine thought.
If it remains sealed in Senior Sister Qianqian’s sea of consciousness, she’ll be in danger.
Mo Hua pondered and then sternly attempted:
"I’ll unseal you in a mont, if you don’t co out, I’ll seal you forever, letting you rot and die along with this body!"
After speaking, Mo Hua carefully unveiled a small bit of the yellow cloth.
Yet "Hua Qianqian" still tried to strangle him.
He had no choice but to seal the fierce ghost once more, this ti changing his words, coldly sneering:
"Don’t bla for not warning you, if you perish along with this flesh, your grievance will extinguish, and your pre-death wishes will vanish into the underworld, never to be fulfilled this lifeti."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Hua could clearly perceive that the ghost thought in Hua Qianqian’s sea of consciousness trembled.
Mo Hua’s eyes slightly narrowed, gently unveiling the seal.
Indeed, a chilling ghost thought rushed out like icy water in the coldest winter from Hua Qianqian’s Sea of Consciousness.
Once it erged, Mo Hua promptly took out another black cloth and covered Hua Qianqian’s forehead.
On this strip of black cloth, was drawn a Divine Barrier Array.
Using divine thought to make barriers, locking the sea of consciousness.
Thus the ghost thought couldn’t invade Senior Sister Qianqian’s sea of consciousness for a while.
And at this mont, the room was encircled with ghost thoughts, suddenly even colder.
Mo Hua’s bright gaze held golden light, looking inside the room.
He saw a space appearing empty, with a seemingly real but surreal dark shadow, emanating astounding resentnt, full of imnse hatred towards all living beings.
This was the jealousy of the deceased towards the living.
And the resentnt of the tragically deceased towards the fortunate survivors.
This ghostly shadow differed from any Taoist spirits, corpse ghosts, demon monsters and other evil presence he had encountered.
It appeared more like a collection of "resentnt and hatred."
Lacking clear will, retaining pre-death grievances, acting on instinct.
Almost like...
A Taoist Demon?
Mo Hua’s pupils slightly shivered, feeling vaguely that he understood sothing, but couldn’t quite sort it out.
"Regardless of what it is, it cannot be left unchecked, or it would surely bring great calamity."
But staring at this overwhelming ghost thought, Mo Hua felt sowhat helpless.
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