The single black-red line on Yang Guijin's golden top was inherently connected with the female ghost. As the ghost scattered into grey mist at this moment, the front end of that line suddenly forked into hundreds of branches, resembling loose hair, wrapping around the wheat mouse on Yang Guijin's shoulder.
That's actually a strand of Yang Guijin's soul in her brain. She recognized the situation and wanted to stop the mouse!
Han Ying stepped forward, not knowing where she had taken out a dagger. Her hand suddenly flicked, and the bright dagger sliced sharply through Yang Guijin's head.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The dagger fell to the ground, and blood oozed from Yang Guijin's head. A blood-soaked piece of scalp leapt off his head. The black-red bloodline seemed startled, wanting to retract.
Below the scalp, even more minute blood lines appeared, all eagerly trying to pierce Yang Guijin's head!
Yang Guijin suddenly raised his head and let out a painful scream.
At that moment, his eyes suddenly became clear.
For someone who is not fully conscious, their eyes are blurred and empty. Once they regain clarity, it's immediately noticeable.
"Block that thing!" Han Ying screamed loudly.
I instantly understood. Han Ying was referring to that piece of scalp, and I also realized something was amiss.
"Cut through the ghosts with great force, bring death and calamity! Hurry up as per the command of Emperor Lü, the city of Fengdu's ghost-slaying general!" The incantation burst forth from my mouth. With a swift flick of my arms, two copper swords shot out from my sleeves and directly pierced the scalp.
A faint click sound echoed, and the copper swords were nailed back onto another part of the house's wall.
Right above the fallen corpse in the coffin!
The scalp twisted strangely, continuously releasing white vapor, and those blood lines moved like tentacles, frenziedly writhing.
The single line that emerged from the top straightened towards Yang Guijin, and the myriad of thin strands that forked out from its front end were even more terrifying.
Those grey mist didn't want to penetrate Yang Guijin's body, instead, they rolled towards the scalp direction.
But, it was too late.
The mouse devoured more quickly and ferociously, consuming all the grey mist in just a few seconds.
Yang Guijin fell to his knees with a loud thud, trembling hands reaching out to clutch his head. Blood kept oozing from his head, covering his face in a pool of blood, making him look particularly pitiful.
Han Ying quickly walked to Yang Guijin's front, took out a small box from her pocket, and poured out a powder on the wound. Instantly, the blood stopped.
Yang Guijin widened his eyes and panted heavily, letting out a painful and weak groan.
The clarity in his eyes hadn't disappeared; it was merely filled with blood vessels.
I let out the breath I had been holding, and my gaze became extremely sharp, fixated on the scalp.
It was still struggling, as if it was a parasitic ghost thing.
Fortunately, the copper swords acted like nails to pin it down, or else it might have already returned to Yang Guijin's head.
The blood lines continued to twist frantically, and the one at the top suddenly shattered and dispersed...
A gentle click sound echoed, and the corpse leaning against the coffin fell to the ground, as if it had lost its support.
Another clang was heard as Yang Guijin passed out and fell to the ground, remaining motionless.
Han Ying finally relaxed and looked up at the scalp.
At this moment, Old Gong was licking his lips, looking very eager to give it a try.
I furrowed my brow and couldn't quite understand Old Gong's intention at first.
Han Ying, however, took her time walking towards the scalp, almost reaching it.
"I said, Han Ying." I called out in a low voice.
She paused for a moment before telling me it was fine, all Old Gong's idea.
Later, she reached the scalp, lifted both hands, and grabbed the copper swords just in time.
She pulled the copper sword with all her might. Once the swords were pulled out, the scalp suddenly rushed towards Han Ying's face!
Old Gong leaped up, his mouth suddenly stretching wide, and he swallowed the scalp in one bite.
He fell to the ground with a clatter, his mouth continuously moving, his face stretched into a grotesque shape, even tiny blood vessels popping out from his lips, not only disgusting but also terrifying when thought about.
Old Gong started to chew vigorously, the movements in his mouth weakened, and then he hiccupped, licking his lips again. The everything became still... Old Gong's dark mouth could be seen clean and empty, nothing left. The scalp was truly devoured!
The wheat mouse on Yang Guijin's body all climbed down and returned to Han Ying's shadow.
Han Ying walked towards me and handed me two copper swords.
Old Gong's head leaped up and down, reaching Han Ying's feet and then bouncing up to land on the night jar.
"Crunchy and crispy." Old Gong showed an excited smile.
After receiving the copper swords, I had some doubts in my eyes.
Han Ying explained to me that Old Gong had figured out that the soul in Yang Guijin's head wasn't just a random ghost entering his brain, but rather the symbol on his top was meant for containing souls.
Soul threads were contained within the symbol, using it as a medium to enter Yang Guijin's head.
Normally, the symbol is hidden beneath the scalp. It was only after the female ghost caused trouble and a strand of soul emerged from within the symbol that a connection was formed between them, causing the symbol to manifest.
Take advantage of the situation to remove the symbol from Yang Guijin's head, effectively pulling out all his soul threads inside.
Otherwise, if we encounter another dead body from that time, we might run into the same situation again where Yang Guijin gets possessed.
At this moment, Yang Guijin should be regaining consciousness.
By eating the symbol, Old Gong ingested the rest of the soul threads, so naturally, he could suppress them.
I suddenly understood.
By sheer coincidence, Yang Guijin has actually regained consciousness?
But there's still something off. What is the symbol on Yang Guijin's chest for?
"Let's go out first, don't stay in this room," I told Han Ying in a low voice.
Han Ying nodded immediately.
I immediately picked up Yang Guijin from the ground, his blood-stained face still looked terrifying.
After carrying him out of the room, I placed him on the ground in the hall with the statues.
In the dim light, the statues seemed to have a more sinister aura, especially from our angle where we could see both faces of the statues as if they were glancing at us.
Suddenly, I saw a copper object that was partially exposed from the waist of the statue.
I abruptly closed my eyes, driving away the sudden stray thoughts in my mind.
Looking down at the unconscious Yang Guijin.
Han Ying was attending to his wounds, wrapping them with gauze from her backpack.
Old Gong twisted his neck from time to time, as if he was uncomfortable and choked.
Suddenly, Yang Guijin opened his eyes.
His eyes were full of blood vessels, staring blankly at Han Ying.
Han Ying was slightly surprised and froze in her actions.
I became more alert, watching Yang Guijin with great caution.
Yang Guijin's gaze moved, landing on the door we had come out from earlier.
He looked extremely painful.
"You... cannot eat her..."
"Hisss..." Yang Guijin trembled as he raised his hand, as if to cover his head, but his hand paused mid-air.
"The... soul-collecting symbol..." His eyes were even more disoriented, filled with torment.
"Ugh..." Old Gong belched, saying, "It's strange. Normal people don't want to be, but if they become a vessel, with several people's souls inside their head constantly spinning around, it feels quite comfortable."
Yang Guijin suddenly shot up from the ground, staggering towards the room!
I frowned, taking a sidestep to block Yang Guijin.
Yang Guijin's eyes widened, staring at me with an intense, unwavering gaze. There was no malice in his eyes, but they were incredibly complex.
