I cannot describe what that action meant.
But I recognize that hand.
Even if it lacks flesh, I recognize those joints between the fingers, with slightly thicker knuckles than normal people, and the deep scratches on the back of the hand - they are all so familiar!
The joint was thick because the Old Qin would usually clench his fist, causing the bone nodes to rub against each other and make a click sound.
Over the long term, the joints would become larger.
As for the scratches, Old Qin said they were from a long time ago when he helped a young village wife expel evil spirits. The young wife's body absorbed the evil and reactively scratched him.
As for what this was, whether it was to expel evil spirits or something else, I am not aware.
"Ah ha…"
"Committing great evil..."
"It's about to be cut off in the air…"
One more shout from Lao Gong made me jump.
"I called out shakily," I cried out.
Without taking a step towards Cui Ying, I changed direction and was about to approach the black coffin.
A rumble of thunder cracked!
And yet another bolt of lightning struck!
The blinding arc struck the coffin.
The smell of burning and singed flesh rose to the sky.
I wanted to get closer, but I had to retreat.
Rain, suddenly stopped.
The coffin was split open by that bolt of lightning.
I saw Old Qin.
He lay quietly on the ground, with the coffin lid still intact.
It was charred, just his raised arm.
He still wore his morgician's clothes, his face still bearing the makeup I had given him at that time, vivid and lifelike.
No, it was not that simple.
His head, face, neck, and even the surface of his clothes were covered with feather-like objects.
White feathers, clean and neat.
Old Qin lay with his eyes closed, yet he appeared so lifelike as if he were alive.
No, he was alive! His breath was strong and rhythmic, his chest and abdomen rising and falling.
But he...
Shouldn't he be dead...
Living, as prophecized by Mao San's divination.
Motionless, he should have been a dead man...
Not dead, not alive...
It was the part of Qiyao's soul that spoke.
I did not expect that what they called "neither dead nor alive" would look like this.
Suddenly, another thought came to me.
It's about the soul.
Old Qin's soul is in the village!
If one's soul is not present, how can they come back to life!?
But his hand seals...
That limb without flesh was full of charred marks.
An absurd idea suddenly occurred to me.
Old Qin had previously performed the seal, which had awakened, and even driven, the spirit of the corpse. Adding to this, the residual memories of the corpse itself guided it to suppress Qiyao's soul.
But this presents a paradox.
If the soul and spirit are not present, what is driving Old Qin's body to move?
Rain stopped completely, and a wind blew up in the mountain, dispersing the charred smell and dispelling the stench.
Even lingering a faint fragrance.
The sky, thunder no longer rumbling, lightning hidden away, the clouds dispersed by the wind, revealing the jade-white moon and a few stars.
There are many things that are difficult to understand and comprehend.
But before my eyes, is the real Old Qin.
Breathing is better than not breathing.
Both dead and alive, it's better than being dead.
It has burnt off one arm, fortunately, there is no damage to the rest of the body.
"Old man, I'll come to arrange you later." I sighed deeply, feeling much more relaxed.
I was about to go to where Cui Ying had fallen.
It's not possible for Old Qin to run away here, I have to hurry and check if Cui Ying is okay, and also Cui Qing, I haven't seen her figure yet.
But I did not expect that one turn of the head, and the scene before my eyes was completely different from before!
Behind me, there stood a group of people!
Leading the group was Zhou Ji, his face clouded with gloom, followed by Zheng Chang, with five men brought by Zhou Kang on the side.
Their bodies were soaked and extremely disheveled, but their expressions were incredibly cold, staring at me directly!
There were four more Zhou family members, who were a little further away.
Two people were holding Cui Qing's arm, pressing it behind her back.
Two people were pressing on Cui Ying's shoulders.
Cui Qing's condition was a bit better, she was struggling continuously, and constantly saying things like "don't touch me" and "not allowed to touch me" at the bottom of her mouth.
Cui Ying, on the other hand, appeared extremely weak, her face as pale as gold paper, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
My attention was focused on Old Qin.
Lao Gong and I were both as oblivious as each other, our attention always on Old Qin, and we hadn't noticed that the Zhou family had awakened.
"Do you want to borrow us to explore, and then reap the benefits as a fisherman catches fish?"
"You, this Luoxianshen, have a very deep calculation."
"However, old man and I are afraid that we cannot break through this perilous prison place, afraid of you these cunning bandits?" Zhou Ji coldly scolded.
I was taken aback for a moment.
It wasn't because Zhou Ji was particularly imposing.
Rather, it was because he said he had broken through this perilous prison place?
Lao Gong turned his head around, similarly staring blankly at Zhou Ji.
"Ugh... it's windy..." Lao Gong shouted, pulling his neck.
"Don't worry about spraining your tongue, twisted mouth, or rotten face."
Zheng Chang frowned and said, "Brother Zhou, avenge Zhou Kang. This time, it's a win-win situation. I thought we couldn't come out of that place safely, but it turns out your methods are so effective that not only did we come out, but Ying'er and Xiao Qi are here as well."
I was thoughtful.
Maybe Zhou Ji didn't want to claim the credit himself.
It seems that they did make some moves while they were trapped.
It just happened that when I met with Qiyao, it also attracted the spirit of the corpse to intervene.
Qiyao's soul was suppressed, and the dream prison was broken, allowing everyone to come out.
"Humph." Zhou Ji was not targeting Cui Changzai, but directed a cold gaze at me, the murderous intent in his eyes flashing out.
"Directly killing you is too cheap for you."
"Kang'er didn't curse you to death, you do indeed have some skills."
"However, Luoxianshen, that's all you've got!" Zhou Ji's words were resounding!
After a slight pause, he bellowed loudly: "Luoxianshen, you shall die today at noon!"
The others in the scene looked at me with compassion.
Cui Qing and Cui Ying were brought closer.
"Cousin-in-law!" Cui Qing's face was filled with anxiety. She nervously cursed, "Rotten old man, stinking rat! Cousin-in-law didn't kill Zhou Kang! Zhou Kang was looking for death himself!"
Cui Ying looked at me with a faint smile, but there was also a strong sense of worry.
"Grandpa... I... will go back with you... Sir Kangyue... please spare Luoxianshen." Her weak voice was filled with intense pleading.
"Going back is inevitable." Zheng Changzai glared at Cui Ying and continued, "Do you know how anxious the clan is because of you? Do you know how Zhou Kang was killed by Luoxianshen for your sake? And do you know how Xiao Qi has been behaving recklessly?"
"After we go back, you will be punished by the family law! You must marry into the Zhou family immediately! There will be no objections!" Cui Ying's face turned even paler, her body trembling slightly.
"Grandpa! You're old and confused!" Cui Qing shouted.
"Old and confused? You dare!" Zheng Changzai took a step forward and slapped Cui Qing hard on her face.
A crisp slap left five red fingerprints.
"The death of Zhou Kang is on your conscience! Whatever punishment the Zhou family decides to mete out will be up to Grandfather Zhou." Zheng Changzai was even colder!
"Grandpa... stop..." Cui Ying tightly bit her lip, blood began to flow.
She was too weak, her head slanted to one side, and she fell unconscious...
"Sister..." Cui Qing cried out.
