“Everything in the world has spirituality. Think about it carefully,” the old man said to Ning Shu.
Ning Shu knew that he wanted her to solve it by herself.
This had probably been caused by something supernatural. Ning Shu dipped her fingers in cinnabar, recalled how the original host drew exorcism characters, then drew the characters on the woman’s forehead.
But Ning Shu had never tried this before, and since it was her first time, she naturally failed. She turned to look at the old man.
The old man was expressionless and continued standing there like an untainted immortal.
Ning Shu dipped her finger in cinnabar again, took a deep breath, and started drawing. This time, she managed to just barely get it right, and the cinnabar seeped into the woman’s skin.
The woman immediately felt uncomfortable. A black gas seeped out from her forehead, and her mouth fell wide open, emitting a deafening shriek. Her hands and feet flailed as blue veins suddenly protruded from her skin, twisting like tree roots. It was very frightening.
“Hold her down,” said Ning Shu to the woman’s husband.
Then, she took out a paper talisman from her cloth bag and slapped it on the woman’s forehead. However, to her surprise, the paper talisman slowly turned black and was soon reduced to ashes.
At the same time, the veins on the woman became even more apparent. Small blood vessels were spreading out from the big ones and her entire body was soon covered with blood vessels.
Ning Shu almost leaped back in fright. The frick, what the hell was this?
She grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and pressed it on the woman’s forehead. The rice made a hissing sound and started emitting black gas, as if they were being burned.
The woman finally couldn’t stand the pain anymore, and she fainted.
The woman’s husband was so anxious that his eyes were completely red and his hands were shaking.
Ning Shu wiped at the cold sweat on her forehead. Suddenly, she heard the locust tree in the yard making rustling sounds. When she glanced towards the window, she saw that the courtyard was eerily dark due to the shadows.
She became certain that these events must have something to do with that tree.
That tree was sucking the woman’s blood!?
“Sir Daoist, please save my wife!” begged the woman’s husband.
Ning Shu walked over to the old man and asked, “Master, what should we do now?”
“Aren’t you the one carrying out the exorcism?” replied the old man lightly.
Ning Shu: …
Your apprentice is out of ideas, Master. Hurry and help!
Ning Shu left the room and stared at the locust tree that was moving despite there not being any wind. Its branches were swaying ominously. Did it fricking become a spirit?
Ning Shu said to the man, “Get some rooster blood.”
The man quickly killed a rooster in the henhouse and got half a bowl of chicken blood.
Ning Shu took out everything from her cloth bag and prepared to set up a spell formation. She had learned this Yang assembling spell formation from Qing Yue in the cultivation plane. Since there were no spiritual weapons or spirit stones to strengthen the formation, this formation wasn’t very effective, but it was more than enough to deal with this tree.
After setting up the Yang assembling spell formation, the surrounding area instantly became bright. The formerly gloomy courtyard now became so bright, it was dazzling.
Under the intense light, the leaves of the locust tree started to shrivel up and emit black gas. The tree kept shaking while making a strange sound, like that of a human screaming in pain.
As expected, things had been this tree’s doing.
Ning Shu threw a handful of glutinous rice mixed with chicken blood, then picked up a thick cinnabar brush and infused her energy to draw a spell on the tree trunk.
MTL Editor: Meraki
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