My grandfather's face darkened. He gripped his turn and looked inside the house, urgently saying, "It's Xiao Fang and your mother in the inner room."
The two of them hurried towards the inner room. As soon as they entered, they felt a chilling cold.
Seeing my grandmother lying on the ground, my father, startled, shouted "Mother!" and was about to rush over when my grandfather immediately stopped him.
"Zezi, go guard Miao Miao's life-preserving coffin. Your father will handle things here. Hurry!" Grandfather shouted at my father.
My father glanced at my grandmother with concern, then turned and ran over.
Grandfather looked along the head of the bed and saw my mother repeatedly banging her head against the wall, emitting strange "ge ge ge" laughter.
This laughter was not my mother's voice at all, but that of a strange woman.
Grandfather looked at my mother's feet. Under the lamplight, she had no shadow.
Before my grandfather could say anything, my mother grabbed her own neck and said with a sinister laugh, "I'll use her life to exchange for your grandson's life. If you don't give him to me, I'll strangle her to death!"
As she spoke, a red mark appeared on my mother's neck.
My grandfather appeared calm, but his palm, gripping the peach wood sword, was already sweating. He turned and shouted, "Zezi, I've placed Miao Miao under the cabinet in the lower right corner. Bring Miao Miao over!"
"Tian Han, put another layer of clothing on Miao Miao."
My father responded with a sound and, after a while, entered the side room.
However, the person my father carried was not me, but a paper effigy.
This paper effigy had been personally crafted by my grandfather, with my birth date and time written on it, and even a drop of blood.
Looking at it now, my grandfather's craftsmanship was truly remarkable; the paper effigy was lifelike.
My mother, seeing my father carry out the paper effigy, stared at it with eyes full of greed.
A dragon is not complete without its eyes dotted; a paper effigy should not have eyes drawn.
Those with cultivation can bring a dragon to life by dotting its eyes, and drawing eyes on a paper effigy will also make it "come alive."
With my birth date and time on the back of the paper effigy, wrapped in clothes, and with my grandfather's manipulations, the entity on my mother believed my father was carrying me.
"The child is here! Release my wife quickly. If you dare to touch her, I'll stab you!" my father shouted fiercely at the entity possessing my mother.
"Place it on the ground," my mother said with a sinister laugh.
Grandfather nodded at my father, and my father placed me on the ground.
As soon as it landed, the entity on my mother chuckled and pointed at the ground. The paper effigy, wrapped in clothes, immediately flew towards her.
As she was holding it, Grandfather shouted at my father, "Pull!"
There was a white fishing line hooked to the corner of the clothes wrapping the paper effigy. As long as my father pulled with force, the clothes would be pulled off.
As the clothes were pulled off, a Bagua mirror hanging on the paper effigy was revealed.
The Bagua mirror instantly shone on my mother's face. What appeared in the Bagua mirror was not my mother's face, but that of a woman with an extremely pale complexion.
"Ah!"
Under the radiance of the Bagua mirror's yang energy, the woman cried out in terror.
My grandfather bit his finger, drew a blood curse on his palm, and quickly pressed it onto my mother.
"Bang!"
The force of the impact expelled the female ghost from my mother's body. My father, holding the Immortal Binding Rope, whipped the ghost.
Seeing the marks on my mother's neck from being strangled, my father, enraged, whipped harder and harder, "How dare you possess my wife! I'll whip you to death, you blind fool!"
The female ghost, whipped until green smoke billowed from her body, desperately pleaded for mercy, begging my father to be gentler.
My father was in a fit of rage, wanting nothing more than to whip the female ghost into oblivion.
"Zezi, whipping her to death like this is too easy for her. Go get the soul-capturing bottle. Sun her every day, but only her feet, not her head, so she slowly withers away," Grandfather said.
"Alright, Father. This kind of malevolent ghost deserves this!" My father nodded and brought over the soul-capturing bottle.
The so-called soul-capturing bottle was actually a wine jar, with a yellow talisman pasted on the lid.
After the female ghost was captured, my father quickly checked on my mother's condition. Her head had bled from hitting the wall, and her neck had been strangled a few times, but otherwise, she had no serious injuries.
My grandmother had merely been affected by the yin energy and had fainted.
My father helped them onto the bed, his face showing worry.
"Father, the house is covered in talismans. How did that dirty thing manage to get in!" my father asked, bewildered.