"Since Miss Zhang wishes to see, then take her to see," Master Qin said.
Lin Xiao beckoned, and the nurse pushed the wheelchair over.
Zhang Ciyu got into the car, her mind already set on how to torment that woman.
Upon arriving at Master Qin's residence, Lin Xiao pushed the wheelchair, following Master Qin into the room.
One wall of the room was covered with various animal skins, exuding a strong scent of blood.
Around seven in the evening, Zhang Ciyu, unable to wait any longer, spoke, "Master Qin, please hurry. I can't wait to see her miserable state."
Master Qin chuckled and said, "Very well, since Ciyu is eager, I shall perform the ritual."
Master Qin took out three sticks of incense and placed them in the censer.
The incense burned at an extremely fast pace.
He shook a bell, and with a clang, a small piece of paper on the table immediately stood upright.
Master Qin grabbed a handful of glutinous rice in his left hand and held a talisman in his right.
With a hum, the talisman began to burn, and he threw the burning talisman into the censer.
At the Lin family villa, Zhao Yan sat on a stool, waiting quietly.
A whistling sound reached her ears, and the camphor trees outside the door swayed.
The wind blew against the windowpane, and the curtains were blown open.
Lin Xihang felt the temperature drop significantly, as if enveloped by a chilling aura.
He looked towards Zhao Yan and saw her eyes were tightly closed.
A strange thumping sound echoed in the room.
Lin Xihang understood in his heart that the sound was coming from the Yin Weng.
Zhao Yan stood up, opened her backpack, and took out a peach wood sword.
Seeing such a small backpack and then pulling out such a long peach wood sword, Lin Xihang was somewhat stunned.
A talisman was affixed to the Yin Weng, and the peach wood sword pointed at it, saying, "Ascend."
As the two words were uttered, the wind disappeared.
Master Qin chanted incantations, continuously shaking the bell.
Suddenly, with a "bang," the paper figure standing on his table instantly burned.
Zhang Ciyu was startled by the flames and turned to look, only to see Lin Xiao covered in venomous snakes.
Looking again, Master Qin was also covered in snakes.
Raising her hand, Zhang Ciyu found a snake coiled around her arm.
"Ah!" Zhang Ciyu cried out loudly, desperately shaking her hand, trying to fling the snake away, only to find it tightly entwined around her.
It opened its mouth and bit her wrist.
"Snakes! Snakes! Uncle Qin! Snakes!" Lin Xiao exclaimed in panic, patting himself as he shouted.
Master Qin picked up the peach wood sword, his bell still ringing, and simultaneously shouted, "Don't be afraid, these are just snake spirits, not real venomous snakes. They won't cause you any harm."
Zhang Ciyu was already in a panic. A venomous snake was wrapped around her neck, its head swaying before her eyes, making hissing sounds.
The visual impact almost drove her mad. The bite felt intensely itchy, and she desperately clawed at her arm.
"Endure it! These are not real snakes, it's all an illusion!" Master Qin shouted sternly. Many snakes crawled on him, but his expression remained calm.
Zhang Ciyu and Lin Xiao were not him. Being covered by many snakes was undoubtedly a terrifying experience.
Master Qin gritted his teeth, realizing he had underestimated his opponent.
This kind of sorcery required a strong will to counter.
It was more of a psychological technique.
It was like watching television; even if you weren't thirsty, seeing a beverage commercial played repeatedly could have a strong psychological effect, making you subconsciously want to drink.
In the early 20th century, Germany used such advertising campaigns, leading to a significant increase in Coca-Cola sales.
"Ah! Help! Help!" Zhang Ciyu tumbled from the wheelchair and fell to the ground.
Lin Xiao was cornered by the snakes, frantically swatting at them with a broom.
Master Qin bit his finger, preparing to do something, when he saw a strange rune appear on his hand.
His chest suddenly ached, causing him to clutch it tightly.
The pain quickly spread throughout his body.
His Yin Weng sorcery had been broken, and he had suffered a backlash.
His chest felt as if it were being pricked by needles.
The pain made Master Qin gasp for breath, and he cried out in surrender, "Heavenly Master, spare me! Qin Guanglei was blind and angered the Heavenly Master. I beg the Heavenly Master to spare my life!"
Master Qin clutched his chest and kowtowed repeatedly. He finally understood what kind of existence he had provoked.
He recognized the rune on his hand.
It was a Spirit-Guiding Talisman.
This long-lost talisman had disappeared from the martial world, yet it had appeared now.
The one who had acted was naturally an extraordinary Heavenly Master.
He inwardly cursed Lin Xiao and Zhang Ciyu.
What terrible luck he had.
The pain in his chest intensified, and Master Qin fainted from the agony.
At this moment, the snakes disappeared.
Zhang Ciyu and Lin Xiao lay on the ground, holding their heads tightly.
Even after the snakes vanished, they were still shaken.
Lin Xiao quickly walked over to Master Qin and shook him a few times, finding no response.
He tremblingly extended his hand and placed it in front of Master Qin, discovering he was still breathing.
Just as he was about to help Master Qin up, he heard a whimpering cry.
The sound grew increasingly mournful, coming from very close by, as if from behind the door.
Lin Xiao turned quickly. Behind the door, a woman in red had appeared at some point, curled up and crying.
When he looked, the woman in red suddenly turned her head, her eyes bleeding, her face deathly pale. She smiled sinisterly, "It's me, Brother Xiao. I'm Luo Qin. You pushed me from the 21st floor and faked my suicide, and you even used my ashes to make a Yin Weng. You're so heartless!"
"But I don't blame you, Brother Xiao."
As the woman in red smiled, she took out a dagger.
"Because we can leave now!"
Lin Xiao's body trembled. He took a few steps back and quickly said, "It wasn't my fault."
"It was her! It was her! It was Zhang Ciyu! She seduced me and instigated me to push you. It was her!"
"You find her! Find her!"
Zhang Ciyu watched Lin Xiao frantically pointing at the air, her fear growing.
She felt a pain in her stomach. Looking down, she saw the child from last night, covered in blood, digging into her abdomen.
"Mommy! Your blood is so warm!"
"Ah!"
Zhang Ciyu's face turned pale with fright. Seeing Lin Xiao about to run, she quickly lunged to grab him, "Brother Xiao, take me with you."
Lin Xiao saw the woman in red approaching with the dagger, her giggling laughter sending chills down his spine.
Seeing Zhang Ciyu clinging tightly to his leg, he kicked her fiercely, "Let go, let go!"
He kicked Zhang Ciyu to the ground and quickly fled through the door.
Zhang Ciyu cried out loudly, pounding her stomach with her fists.
Lin Xiao quickly opened the car door, stepped on the accelerator, and sped forward.
As they got further away, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, his face felt cold, as if something was rubbing against it.
Looking in the car's rearview mirror, he saw the face of the woman in red pressed tightly against his own.
"Brother Xiao, where are you going!"