The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 198 A Tragic Case That Violated Human Morality

Any case of a father killing his son or a son killing his father is a tragedy that violates human ethics, not to mention that the perpetrator killed the child in order to turn him into a monstrous corpse.

"Are you sure?" Lang Jiuchuan's gaze was deep.

If that's the case, then it's a lie to say that the zombies aren't vicious or resentful. What could be more hateful than one's own father killing them?

That patriarch of the family was truly a madman who had gone insane!
A Piao nodded: "Since the old master of the family is already unable to recognize people and has stepped into the gates of hell, it is easier to enter his dream and cast a nightmare spell. Although it is hidden very well, it does exist."

Nightmare magic blurs the lines between reality and dreams. It also requires mental energy to cast. As a dead ghost, A Piao (a ghost) makes it sound easy to cast a spell in a dream, but it's actually quite difficult. No wonder his soul is so weak.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as the incense burned out, then lit another one and bowed to him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

Just as Ah Piao was about to praise her for being good at handling things, upon hearing this, he felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end. He said, "You'd be better off acting like a rogue. This serious act is making this old ghost tremble with fear."

Lang Jiuchuan smiled and asked, "Do you know the birth date and time of that zombie?"

Ah Piao shook his head: "I only know that he exists, but I couldn't glean such detailed birth information from that old man's nightmare. Besides, he's not even listed in the family genealogy. If the ancestor of the Cong family was determined to set up such a scheme, he would have been even more careful and cautious, waiting for many years. I'm afraid..."

Lang Jiuchuan was not disappointed. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Not necessarily. They are all family members. Even if they are evil spirits, having incense offerings is entirely beneficial."

"You mean they have memorial tablets?"

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "The fact that there are offerings means that the other party exists, rather than being a wandering ghost. Incense can bring peace and stability to the soul."

A ghost paused, its expression suddenly turning somewhat forlorn.

He was the wandering ghost she spoke of, who didn't know his own name, had no one to worship him, and had been drifting aimlessly for many years before being rescued by his master and becoming his ghost servant. He no longer needed to compete with other wandering ghosts for food and incense offerings, and later he was even able to move around in the mortal world with his paper body.

If he hadn't met his master, would he still be a lost soul now? No, perhaps he would have completely disappeared from the world by now?

Seeing his dazed expression and bitter face, Lang Jiuchuan thought for a moment, then extended two fingers and silently pushed the lotus incense dish with the incense sticks inserted into it in front of him.

The straight stream of spiritual smoke penetrated his soul, soothing his spirit and calming his depressed mood.

This little girl is really...

A Piao felt a bittersweet ache in her heart, but she maintained her usual carefree expression and continued, "You're right. I think the ancestor mostly hid in that ancestral hall before, and maybe he really did hide a memorial tablet there. By the way, Shen Qinghe and Gong Qi are also investigating over there."

He recounted the siege of the two prefectures and how domineering Gong Qi had acted, saying, "Furthermore, the Xuan Clan has issued the Black Xuan Decree, and it seems they have a general idea of ​​the location of the zombie, but they haven't yet determined exactly where it is. The Black Xuan Decree usually means that there is a great evil in the world, and it is an order to gather like-minded people from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects to jointly eliminate evil and uphold righteousness. It is not only the Xuan Clan who can participate; anyone with knowledge can get involved."

"What's the general direction?"

"To the southwest, follow the canal downstream, and you'll find its trail in two scimitar-shaped mountains." Seeing her bright eyes, the ghost hurriedly said, "Ancestor, you're not thinking of divination again, are you? You can't be courting death again. It's a waste of energy and effort. You're not some kind of hermaphrodite who can live forever. Just hold on to your own life."

“I know,” Lang Jiuchuan said. “Since you say that the zombie is indeed the biological son of the family patriarch, we need to find out its birth date and time as soon as possible.”

The ghost seemed a bit puzzled and asked, "Why are you so insistent on finding its birth date and time?"

"That's a zombie, and a zombie that has grown into a powerful force. It's not as easy to deal with as a regular small zombie. To completely eliminate it, we need to combine its birth date and name, draw an evil spirit-slaying talisman, and draw heavenly fire to burn its body and soul. Only then can everything be auspicious." Lang Jiuchuan said, "If the physical body dies but the soul remains, there is still a chance to bring it back to life. Just watch me."

A ghost's lips twitched slightly: "Who compares themselves to someone like that? Doesn't it bring bad luck?"

Lang Jiuchuan didn't care. What she didn't say was that the Judge's Pen in her hand would also completely reverse the order in the Book of Life and Death, erasing its existence, letting it return to dust.

"What if things don't go as planned, and we can't find its birth date and time?"

Lang Jiuchuan licked his lips and said, "Then I'll just have to borrow a light from my old enemies."

A ghost: "?"

Borrowing fire? What kind of fire? Can you even borrow fire from heaven?
Lang Jiuchuan laughed in a chilling way: "Do you know that there is a kind of fire that can burn away all sins? That raging fire is like a lotus, and it has the most intense and fierce karmic power."

She had once waded through that sea of ​​soul-devouring red fire before she was able to purify and be reborn.

Looking at her chilling smile, the ghost quickly inhaled a few breaths of incense, feeling a chill and fear in its heart.

"You said Gong Qi and the others are investigating at home? Let's go take a look." Lang Jiuchuan stood up.

A ghost: "..."

Gong Qi and Shen Qinghe entered the secret room through the hidden door inside the ancestral hall. Gong Qi frowned. The room was spotless. If it weren't for the lingering yin energy, he would have thought it was just an ordinary secret room.

You can't find anything in such a clean, dark room, because there are probably more than ten such dark rooms and secret passages all over Wujing, depending on where they lead.

Gong Qi looked at the futon on the ground, and as if possessed, walked over, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and formed a hand seal.

Shen Qinghe glanced at it and then looked away. His sharp eyes scanned the dark room, knocking here and there, but he couldn't figure out anything.

The layout of the house was very careful.

If nothing can be found, this case will be difficult to close.

The thought of having to write a case closure report in the future gave him a headache.

The dark room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, a panting sound came from behind. Shen Qinghe looked over and saw that Gong Qi was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and he was trembling all over as if he were possessed. He quickly went over to him.

"Don't touch him."

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Shen Qinghe was overjoyed and turned around. Sure enough, he saw Lang Jiuchuan standing behind him and said, "Ninth Sister, what brings you here?"

"Hearing of family troubles, I came to find something." Lang Jiuchuan quickly came to Gong Qi's side, squatted down, saw the pain on his face, took the Emperor Bell from his waist, and with a thought.

When.

The deep, resonant sound of the bell seemed to transcend a thousand years, flooding into Gong Qi's mind, jolting him out of the blood-red, dark scene. His eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes.

Before her eyes was a pale, small face. As soon as Gong Qi opened her mouth, tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "I saw it. The scene of that person's death. He was killed by his father."