The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 201 It takes no effort at all

Lang Jiuchuan first took down Bian's memorial tablet. The year of birth written on it was not detailed, only the year was written, but the year of death was detailed.

"Not setting up a memorial tablet for someone who is still alive is quite particular," she said sarcastically.

Ah Piao flipped through the family genealogy and said in a deep voice, "This genealogy isn't very detailed, it's a bit troublesome."

Lang Jiuchuan was not discouraged by this, and said, "It's all up to human effort. Even if we don't know his birth chart, it doesn't mean we can't kill him or incur divine punishment."

A ghost was somewhat surprised: "Divine Punishment?"

"It's the same principle as summoning heavenly fire. He has his own cause and effect for doing these things. People may not know, but heaven and earth know. If he doesn't get retribution, it's just that the time hasn't come yet. Without his birth information, the magic weapons and spells he uses cannot kill him. We can ask the gods to send down heavenly punishment." Lang Jiuchuan said, "But asking the gods may not be able to be done immediately."

This was something she had heard Muyu say during her days of cultivating her soul and comprehending the Dao. Master Luole had once summoned a deity to exorcise evil spirits, and she had even looked up the incantation technique, but that method was somewhat dangerous.

If you invite a deity to possess you, your body may collapse if it cannot withstand the strain.

The ghost glanced at her: "You know a lot, huh? What, were you some reclusive master in your past life that I don't know at all? Could it be that you're an old guy even older than me?"

"Hmm, from now on, you'd better respect your elders, Little Piao!"

A ghost: "..."

I'm practically offering my face up for her to slap!
He glared at her irritably, flipping through the family genealogy as he said, "You were punished by heaven before, and you've only been recuperating for a few days. Are you really going to go and exterminate that zombie?"

"Do what you can." Lang Jiuchuan glanced down at the memorial tablets and asked, "Is there anything wrong with them?"

The ghost said, "If you make a move, you'll expose yourself to the world. Aren't you afraid that the Xuan Clan will be eyeing you covetously? Especially the Rong family, your mortal enemies. Once they see your true abilities, they'll probably go all out to kill you to avoid leaving any future troubles."

Lang Jiuchuan said, "I'm just using the Gong family's big tree for shade. If I stir up trouble between the other clans and the Gong family, it will be like sowing discord among them. It will be easier to deal with the Xuan clan later."

To dismantle an alliance, the best approach is to divide and conquer, defeating them one by one – perfect!
"Are you perhaps a reincarnated demoness?" So ruthless, trying to sow discord.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at him meaningfully and said, "The Gong family isn't really a powerful force. I have the Tongtian Pavilion protecting me, don't I?"

The ghost paused in its page-turning motion, looked over, its ghostly eyes turning red, and choked out, "We're not familiar with each other."

Lang Jiuchuan chuckled, his gaze falling on a memorial tablet, and said, "Fighting monsters doesn't necessarily mean revealing your true face; I can wear a mask."

She went around to the left side of the shelf and took down a memorial tablet from the sixth row. It read: "Cong Sanlang, born in the year of Guihai, on the day of Guihai, died in the year of Wuzi."

The year of death wasn't specified, but the age difference was twenty-five years, roughly the same age as the zombie.

But that's not the main point; the real issue is that there's something special inside this memorial tablet.

Lang Jiuchuan picked up another memorial tablet, and when he compared the two, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing that she didn't move, the ghost walked over and asked, "Found it?"

Lang Jiuchuan shook the memorial tablet for Cong Sanlang and said, "It is heavier than the other memorial tablets."

She examined it and found no gaps. After thinking for a moment, she made a hand gesture and ran two fingers across the memorial tablet, splitting it in two and revealing a small black wooden plaque inside.

She and the ghost exchanged a glance; there really was one.

She pried open the outer tablet, revealing the secret inside, but before she could take out what was inside, a black worm as thin as a thread shot towards her with lightning speed.

"Watch out!" the ghost cried out in alarm. The insect was incredibly fast, rushing towards Lang Jiuchuan and attempting to burrow into her nostril.

Lang Jiuchuan was not slow either. He immediately held his breath, shut down his five senses, and with extremely fast hand speed, grabbed the tail of the nematode and pulled it out forcefully.

The nematode was pulled out, and with a boomerang-like twist, it bit her hand.

With a thought, Lang Jiuchuan transformed his Daoist intent into protective energy to shield his hand. The thread worm twisted instantly upon touching the protective energy.

hiss!
The sharp, piercing scream was like a steel nail suddenly slicing through a sharp weapon, causing excruciating pain to the eardrums and the soul.

"Thousands of gods and saints, protect my true spirit!" Lang Jiuchuan uttered a deep thought, his two fingers flashing like swords as he slashed at the nematode: "Five Heavenly Demons, perish and be annihilated, by decree!"

His inner energy transformed into a fire sword tempered with thunder and fire, and he slashed horizontally.

hiss.

A nematode fell to the ground, writhing as if trying to escape. Lang Jiuchuan then cast another Fire Talisman. With a hiss, fire ignited, releasing a pungent, nauseating smell.

Meanwhile, another nematode, struggling and writhing in Lang Jiuchuan's hand, was still emitting a shrill scream. She looked closely and saw that the worm's head, about the size of a pinhole, was triangular in shape and even had a tongue sticking out, making it extremely vicious.

It's not an insect, it's a snake with dark lines.

Lang Jiuchuan's mind stirred again, and a cluster of fire rose in his palm, burning the hissing sound of the half-sectioned Yin-line snake within it.

Ah Piao took two steps back, looking at the fire in her hand with some apprehension.

The flames were fierce and intense, and such raging fire was not friendly to ghosts and evil spirits. Even though he and Lang Jiuchuan were allies, they were still ghosts and dared not confront it head-on.

The serpent turned to ashes, and an indescribable stench of decay permeated the ancestral hall.

vomit.

Lang Jiuchuan gagged, unable to hold back any longer, and cast another purification spell to dispel the stench. She didn't forget to cast one on herself as well, since she had just been roasting that Yin-line snake.

In addition, she also used a warding-off-evil technique, because the yin-line snake had entered her nostril and almost caused her great suffering.

"What kind of insect is that?" the ghost asked, still shaken.

Lang Jiuchuan said with a pale face, "The Yin Thread Snake is shaped like a thin thread and is not easy to find. It feeds on the yin energy of the corpse's juices. After entering the body, it burrows into the bone marrow and is extremely difficult to remove. Moreover, it sucks the essence and blood of the human body, causing the person to lose all their essence and blood and die. Only after the person dies will it break free and find another host."

The ghost's expression changed again: "It just got into your nostril."

If I had been a step slower, wouldn't I have entered her body?
"It was a close call." Lang Jiuchuan pretended to be calm and collected on the surface, but in reality, he made a hand gesture and touched his nose to eliminate the unpleasant smell and evil aura.

Ah Piao thought to herself, "Was that a close call? It was clearly more dangerous than getting a haircut. And do you think I can't see through your act of calmness?"
Lang Jiuchuan slightly avoided the ghost's strange gaze and looked at the broken memorial tablet, saying, "This memorial tablet is sealed with such an unexpected and deadly weapon. It is so cautious and solemn. It seems that what we are looking for is hidden inside."

She parted the wood of the memorial tablet, picked up the tablet, a pure black ancestral tablet carved from a hundred-year-old piece of dark wood, about the size of a palm, engraved with red lacquer mixed with gold, with the inscription "The Spirit of the Returned One" on it, and the birth year and death year on both sides.

"From Return," Lang Jiuchuan murmured, lightly tapping the name with his fingertip. "Is it Corpse Zombie?"

It really takes no effort at all.

It's the start of a new month, please take good care of me!