Not only that, there are also subtle changes in various parts of her body during her expression changes.
When her face shows joy and happiness, her body is pierced with daggers, making her appear particularly pitiful.
For other expressions, her attire appears relatively normal.
"Cutting ghosts is very extraordinary, killing the fierce disasters, urgent! As the Lord Emperor of Fengdu cuts ghosts!"
My movements were decisive and fierce. Two bronze swords intersected and shot out, respectively piercing a bloated man, who screamed in agony and disintegrated into gray mist. Lao Gong, on the other hand, swallowed them as if a long rainbow pierced the sun.
Without the influence of the ghost pavilions and people outside, wisps of white mist-like ghostly essence drilled into the room, swirling around Yu Xiushu.
Suddenly, the aura of Yu Xiushu became thicker, and there were no signs of the corpse gas dispersing.
However, for the time being, she showed no signs of awakening.
"Master, here is a treasure." Lao Gong's eyes rotated quickly.
Having been with Lao Gong for too long in the same place, simple tacit understanding has already taken shape. I take out a female jade tablet.
Under Lao Gong's indication, it faced Yu Xiushu's face directly.
Lao Gong muttered something in his mouth, and only after carefully listening did I understand that he was saying prayers to various ancestors to bless the widowed woman, so that her good karma would dominate. Otherwise, it would be a disaster.
Me: "..."
The female jade tablet gradually grew warm, and Yu Xiushu's face gradually reflected within it.
In the next instant, Yu Xiushu suddenly opened her eyes, and they were extremely red, with a faint hint of cyan.
The blood color was good, but when it turned green, I felt a huge suppression and threat!
However, Yu Xiushu is naturally very fierce. Even the Ninth Elder of the Tian Shou Taoist Temple isn't a match for her, and she's single-handedly dominating them.
Yu Xiushu didn't move in any other way, but her face became even more painful and icy.
That coldness made me feel incredibly unfamiliar, and the consciousness before my eyes was not the Yu Xiushu who had fought shoulder to shoulder with us.
Soon, her emotions began to surge again.
"Master, I have already sought the help of the ancestors of Wu Zhongkuan, the senior ancestors. All that's left now is to leave it to fate. If the widowed lady can wake up, we will be all delighted. If she cannot, it will be a disaster." Lao Gong spoke sincerely as he couldn't interfere and was powerless.
Taking a deep breath, I put away the female jade tablet and left the courtyard.
Lao Gong jumped onto my shoulder and muttered a lot of curses, directing them at the Red Ghost. He meant that a perfectly fine young woman was turned into this wretched appearance of neither human nor ghost, and it was too easy for the Red Ghost to end up in a coffin.
Listening to Lao Gong's muttering in my usual way, I walked towards the village entrance.
Lao Gong suddenly reminded me not to go to the village entrance but to go up the mountain first, to the Red Ghost Temple I had mentioned.
I was startled and explained that the Red Ghost had been sealed by Liu Family's Fifth Elder, so there was no problem. If anything went wrong when we went up the mountain, it would be troublesome.
Lao Gong told me that if we don't leave the village, we should still be prepared for any eventuality. If the leading figure of the ghost pavilions, Zhen, is only temporarily complying on the surface while harboring a grand scheme outside, it could spell trouble.
I hesitated for a moment and then turned to walk in the direction of the mountain.
At that time, Lao Gong did not follow me into the Red Ghost Temple, so I mostly heard about what happened inside the temple through lectures. It was only when I and the people of Liu Family returned the magical items that he could hear everything clearly.
The mountain path was rugged, but we finally reached the Red Ghost Temple.
The broken statue of the Red Ghost was partly inside the temple and its head outside.
At the very center, a large coffin was emitting a sense of intense heat.
However, the symbols pressed on the coffin lid suppressed most of that aura.
Lao Gong suddenly landed on the ground and began to dry heave. With a vomiting sound, he brought up a wad of yellowish-white mist that gradually condensed into the shape of Jiang Kuang.
Following that, Lao Gong continued to vomit, and he even managed to vomit out several souls.
"Here, eat, young Jiang. This is what Old Gong has saved from his teeth. Eat it while it's hot."
Jiang Kuang was empty and mechanical, like a puppet on strings, yet he obeyed Lao Gong's words and kept swallowing the souls. His figure seemed to become more solid, no longer giving off an impression of vanishing at any moment.
I sat cross-legged on the ground and quietly cultivated my breath to restore the energy consumed earlier.
I can't explain it, although Lao Gong has been muttering continuously and his voice hasn't stopped, I just feel a sense of loneliness.
Opening my eyes, I stared blankly at the night on the mountain path, feeling even more silent within.
"Master, are you going to get melancholic?" Lao Gong opened his mouth, looking displeased and said: "Don't look like that. That guy on the mountain always stands at the top and pretends like that. Look, what's happened?"
"The law of fate is not easy to say, some things, the more you think about them, the more they come true."
I laughed silently.
"I have an idea." Lao Gong said mysteriously.
"I say it." I asked.
"When you go to the Luo family, you need to be more prepared. Don't let them bully and command you. After all, your father had to go back with great effort."
"This gesture is about strength. If you are strong, they will dare not provoke you. They will have to endure anything, even though your fists are not weak now, but it's uncertain who would win if it comes down to a fight. The method used by Luo Kuang is very strange."
I concentrated intently, not interrupting Lao Gong.
His meaning was very clear - I needed to improve my strength.
"Three to five years of seclusion, you definitely won't be able to withstand it. Then let's try something more exciting, Gao Tian Dao's club. Do you find it easy to use?" Lao Gong licked his lips.
My eyelids twitched slightly, and there was a faint spasm.
"He also has a sword, dismembering the corpse is very evil. You can also use it. Ah, when you go to the Luo family, they won't dare to breathe heavily."
I fell silent, and for a moment, I didn't answer Lao Gong.
Then I shook my head and said, "The Gao Tian Dao is not easy to enter or leave. Last time, we lost four regulations mirrors, and I don't want to lose the female jade tablet either. Besides, it's more likely for us to lose our lives."
"Who let you go alone? Master, your head is too simple to turn. Use force to counter force, use a knife to kill someone. Your teacher is at least a Yin-Yang master. You really are confused. You think it's that four-regulations cultivator?"
Lao Gong vividly said: "Let me remind you that at this moment, you are pointed to by thousands of people. It's really pitiful. Just like a dog without a home."
"Who, right now, is most eager to give you help in your time of need?"
I furrowed my brow and shook my head, saying, "Said the old Mao will help me? You've reminded me to be on my guard."
"Ouch..."
"It's that old brat from the Tian Shou Taoist Temple. Look, Sun Zhuo suddenly disappeared. The layout of the Tian Shou Taoist Temple took ten years to build and is now in ruins. Does he suffer? He was struck by lightning, and it was you who struck him with the lightning, so he suffers even more."
"Now, you should go see him and say some nice words symbolically. We'll go about it openly while plotting secretly, and on the way, fetch a scoop of Tian Gong Spring water to cure the Three Soul Worms. That old brat is more formidable than Zheng Ren. A full-fledged cultivator can't deal with a deceased Gao Tian Dao?"
"Hmm, then we'll give him a taste of his own medicine."
Lao Gong said this and couldn't help but laugh evilly, truly being sinister.
