The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 211 She is the biggest variable here.
Knowing it was a deadly post, Lang Jiuchuan and Gong Qi no longer hesitated, took their leave of Abbot Xuan Neng, and rushed over there.

Coincidentally, Gong Si also used a sound transmission talisman to send a message to Gong Qi, saying that he had already found the two knife mountains in the painting and they were searching for traces of the zombies.

"Cong Bian's scheme is quite cunning. Since he dared to use his own child to carry out this grand plan, it's clear that the one named Cong Gui is not simple. Over the years, he has become a zombie and absorbed the essence and souls of so many women. He must be difficult to deal with. Tell them to be careful in everything they do," Lang Jiuchuan said to Gong Qi.

Gong Qi nodded, noticing her pale face, and said, "Why don't you just not go? First you peeked into the future and suffered a backlash, then you fought one battle after another without stopping. Too much of a good thing can be bad, and your life is more important."

Lang Jiuchuan felt a warmth in his heart and said, "I won't feel at ease until I see it killed with my own eyes. It's good to see things through to the end. Don't worry, I'll watch you fight."

Jiang Che silently added: If you can't kill her, then finish her off!

Gong Qi glanced at her sideways; something about what she said sounded off.

But now is not the time to worry about these things. We have to get to the deadly post first. It's a long way to go, and I'm afraid they'll have to take the usual route.

Gong Qi took out all his belongings, including talismans, fragrant liquor, and a book of paper folded into gold ingots, preparing to ask the Yin soldiers to help clear the way.

"let's go."

"Wait, let me ask someone to clear the way first..." Gong Qi turned her head, her voice suddenly caught in her throat, looking at Lang Jiuchuan and a dejected ghost messenger beside her with an expression of having seen a ghost.

The ghost officer lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then looked at the things he had laid out, a hint of greed in his eyes, his expression softening slightly.

Look at them, this is the correct procedure for summoning the spirits, instead of some ignorant person who just randomly drew a path with a pen, and when they caught this unlucky guy who opened the path, they didn't even give him a stick of incense, let alone wine. How stingy!

Lang Jiuchuan also looked at the things that Gong Qi had laid out and instantly understood his intention. He said, "Since you've already prepared them, let's burn them for him as a toll."

The ghost messenger, wearing a white hat with the words "No Return" written on it, smiled and rubbed his hands together, saying, "No need, I can't accept that..."

"If you don't want it, then let's go. Time waits for no one!"

No return!

Do you even know what fake politeness is?
He wanted to glare at her, but seeing her twirling the judge's pen with such skill, he felt a lump in his throat and dared not utter a sound.

Gong Qi wanted to laugh, so he quickly took out a magic talisman and gave the incense and other materials to the aggrieved Youlai brother, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Cha."

The ghost messenger, pleased with himself for receiving the favor, thought, "Look at this, this is what a human would do. This kid knows how to treat people." He said in a muffled voice, "Let's get going."

Gong Qi quickly agreed. Seeing that Lang Jiuchuan's face was pale, he reached for the porcelain bottle in his arms, poured it out, and found that there were only two pills left.

He hesitated for a moment, put one away, and handed the other to Lang Jiuchuan: "Eat it quickly, we don't know if there will be a tough battle next."

Lang Jiuchuan had already noticed his actions out of the corner of his eye, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "This medicine is for your own protection, right? You only have two pills, give them back to me. What will you do if you need them?"

"Nonsense." Gong Qi pulled her hand, stuffed the pill into her hand, and said, "My senior brother Gong Si is quite skilled in medicine. With him here, I'll be fine. The pill has already been prepared in the clan. Don't worry, the Gong family isn't without resources."

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at his soul-locking chains, which looked somewhat listless due to the smudges of demonic energy, and said, "I can see that."

Gong Qi grinned, put the porcelain bottle back in his arms, and said, "What is your intention in bringing this little clay figure and the yellow silk book with you?"

Lang Jiuchuan put away the pill he had given him and said, "Since Bian is so cunning, even calculating the exact time when the demons will descend into the world, then he has seized the opportune moment. In that case, I will destroy this opportune moment."

Gong Qi pondered the meaning behind these words and asked, "Should we destroy this clay statue, or change the birth chart? Will it work?" "Let's give it a try." Lang Jiuchuan, hooking his small bundle, said, "The zombie has been underground for years, unable to see the light. Even its reincarnation time is the most yin hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM), which shows that it fears light and yang energy. I'll change it to the time when yang energy is at its peak, forcing it out. That will increase our chances of winning."

Gong Qi remained silent for a long time before saying, "When it comes to flawless planning, you are the best."

"No," Lang Jiuchuan said, shaking his small bundle. "Everything is preordained. We just seized that one lucky break."

The man who was leading the way, Youlai Wuhui, listened to the words of the two behind him and was somewhat skeptical. Rather than calling it a fixed fate, he said it was more like a variable.

The ignorant one behind us is the biggest variable here, not just for that evil spirit, but for anyone!

She's back, and things are about to change.

Deadly Post.

Jin Nian felt uneasy. When he arrived at the cave where the ancestor was hiding, he only saw the ancestor's lifeless corpse. His expression changed immediately, and he immediately set up an altar to summon the ancestor's soul.

However, nothing happened!

How could this be?
Jin Nian was horrified. The ancestor's soul had left him. Had he been detained or executed?

Who could possibly accomplish this?

So what should they do?
Without a leader, Cong Jinnian wandered around like a headless fly. After a long while, she took a deep breath, regained her composure, searched the cave, and then rushed to Princess Chao'an's place.

Princess Chao'an lay on the bamboo bed, clutching her enormous belly, emitting low moans. Hearing the noise, she opened her eyes with trembling eyelids, only to see a zombie shrouded in a black robe standing in front of the bed, staring intently at her belly, and even squatting down, reaching out to touch it.

Princess Chao'an felt a chill run down her spine, her whole body stiffened, her throat made a sobbing sound, and tears slid down her cheeks.

"Huh." The zombie opened its mouth, as if calling for its mother, its throat bones rattling, its voice rough and hoarse, and it couldn't pronounce any words clearly.

But this very sound terrified Princess Chao'an. Her heart tightened and then she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and her lower body relaxed.

L.

Water dripped from the bamboo bed onto the ground.

The zombie stared blankly at the water stains, then looked at the person on the bed who had already fainted. Feeling helpless, it got up and peered over.

When Jin Nian returned, he saw the zombie reaching out towards Princess Chao An. To him, its back looked as if it wanted to suck the blood from her neck and devour her soul.

He was terrified and immediately took off the bell from his waist and shook it vigorously: "Heaven and earth bear witness, submit to my command."

The shrill sound of the bell rang in the cabin. The zombie stiffened, as if it had been trained countless times, and stood up, its eyes as black as a deep pool, staring at Cong Jinnian.

Jin Nian took a deep breath and said, "Wait a little longer, it's not time yet."

He suddenly felt something was wrong. He walked to the bedside and stepped on the water with a thud. He paused, then looked at Princess Chao'an, whose face was pale and whose skirt was soaked. His face darkened.

When I was a child, I used to pick wild berries. The ones near the graves were the ripest and had the most fruit, but I never dared to go and pick them. Now that I'm older, I walk past people's graves and doorways, muttering, "Don't be surprised if it's strange, just let me pass."