The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 22: The trick was broken and she suffered a great loss!
Lang Jiuchuan's evil villain look inexplicably made people's scalps tighten, especially Taoist Huang, who suffered greatly from him, and felt even more frightened.

Although he didn't know why the short-lived creature in front of him was not affected by the negative energy of the coffin nails at all, he couldn't care less. Now that he had suffered a strong backlash, it was not advisable for him to confront the opponent head-on. Staying alive was the most important thing, so it was better to run away first.

Seeing Lang Jiuchuan approaching, the Taoist's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly threw a yellow talisman towards her. The talisman ignited without fire, and black mist filled the air in an instant. He then quickly jumped towards the door.

However, Taoist Huang, who had not yet reached the door, suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He turned his head subconsciously and saw Lang Jiuchuan standing behind him with horror on his face.

"You, who are you?" Why can't even the dark fog have any effect on her.

"It's you who can't kill me, God!" Lang Jiuchuan held a small trident in his hand and stabbed it towards his spirit platform.

Taoist Huang let out another even more shrill scream, as if all the strength in his body was forcibly drained away. He collapsed to the ground, his life force rapidly draining away, and his throat gurgling.

At that time, black fog filled the entire mourning hall, as if there were many ghost shadows in it, wailing miserably, scaring the people in the hall to scream in panic.

But before their screams could be heard outside the mourning hall, a bell rang out suddenly, as if coming from ancient times, carrying infinite Taoist meaning, splitting the thick black fog and clearing people's eyes and ears.

The bell rings and the fog dissipates.

Everyone's faces were pale, their expressions were filled with shock, and their eyes were blank.

What happened just now?
"Ah ah ah."

Just when everything was quiet, Wu suddenly pinched the soft flesh of Lang Caimeng's arm, screamed, and hid behind him.

Lang Caimeng was pinched so hard that tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. He lowered his head subconsciously. Not far away from them, lay an old Taoist priest with shriveled and old eyes bulging as if they were about to burst. On that man's body, there was a foot wearing straw sandals.

It is Langjiuchuan.

She was playing with a small clock on her waist with one hand and gasping for breath with the other hand on her chest, her face pale.

Lang Caimeng pulled his wife back two steps with a calm face. If Wu had not pulled her hand away with great effort, one would have thought he was so calm.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at the two of them unhappily, and stroked the runes on the Emperor Bell with his slightly trembling hands, cursing Judge Cui in his heart for being inhuman, finding her such a useless corpse, using magic to keep it 'alive' was already a waste, and now he was trying to break the magic of this damn charlatan, making it even more useless.

This little bit of merit can never be made up, she suffered a great loss!

Lang Jiuchuan angrily stepped on the face of the old Taoist who was struggling to survive under his feet and said, it’s all your fault, you dog.

The old Taoist almost couldn't breathe, and his throat gurgled, becoming even more miserable.

"How did he become like this?" Lang Cailing looked at the old Taoist in horror, then at Lang Jiuchuan. She actually dared to step on him and didn't even think it was dirty.

Lang Zhengping's face was as gloomy as water and his hands were clenched into fists.

On the day when my father's coffin was sealed, such a big incident happened. If it gets out, the bad thing is that the reputation of the Lang family will be damaged. Worse still, if the censor impeaches it and reports it to the emperor, I don't know how the royal family will view it. Will they think that they are unfilial, or will they think that the Lang family is doing something weird?

"I'm coming."

Lang Caiguang, who was ordered by Lang Jiuchuan to go out and call people, walked in with two monks and Taoists, pushing aside the crowd of people who were looking around, in the silence of the hall.

Lang Zhengping looked at Lang Jiuchuan with a complicated expression and said, "We can't delay sealing the coffin, we'll talk about other things later. Come, take this old Taoist away."

The servant stepped forward tremblingly.

"Wait a minute." Lang Jiuchuan retracted his foot, squatted down, and fumbled in the sleeves of Taoist Huang.

Everyone: "..."

Several girls' faces changed. As a girl, she searched a man's body without any hesitation about the difference between men and women. Wasn't it too uncivilized?
They subconsciously looked towards Cui, and sure enough, the second aunt, who was the most strict about rules, had a livid face and her lips were pressed into a straight line. Ding ding.

Lang Jiuchuan fumbled and threw out something. It was a few long black nails. They were not new, but were completely black, making people feel particularly uncomfortable when looking at them.

"What is this?" Lang Zhengping frowned and counted the nails. There were seven of them. They should be the nails used to seal the coffin. However, these nails were not new and were particularly sharp, which looked a bit weird.

He looked at Lang Jiuchuan's hanging hands. The new bloodstains looked like they were caused by the nails.

"Ninth sister, isn't this a nail?" Lang Caimeng reached out to pick it up.

Just when his hand was about to touch the nail, Lang Jiuchuan shouted, "Don't move."

Her voice was too cold and Lang Caimeng's fingertips trembled and touched a nail. He was frozen by the cold evil spirit and shrank back instantly as if he was electrocuted.

So cold.

"These coffin nails have a strong negative energy." The Taoist priest in green robe who was brought in by Lang Caiguang frowned and looked at the coffin nails on the ground.

The monk next to him clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha".

"Yin Qi?" Lang Zhengping's face changed drastically. He stepped forward quickly, crossed his hands and saluted, saying, "Excuse me, Taoist Zhong, do you have any explanation for what you said about the coffin nails carrying Yin Qi?"

Taoist Master Zhong took out a talisman and held it in his hand. He then bent down and picked up the coffin nail. Touching the cold resentment, he said, "I was right. This coffin nail was tempered in a dark place, or at least soaked in a pile of corpses. It is an evil thing and must not be touched."

When everyone heard this, they exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah, Taoist priest, do you still dare to hold it?"

Taoist Master Zhong smiled faintly: "I was born in the most yang hour, and I also have the amulet given by my master, so I don't have to worry."

I see. May I ask if you have any extra amulets? We want them too!

Lang Zhengping wanted to ask something else, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Lang Jiuchuan walk over to the coffin, bend over and touch something inside the coffin, and suddenly shouted, "What are you doing again?"

He walked over quickly and saw that her hand had already reached out to her father's head. He glared at her: "How dare you!"

This girl is so bold that she dares to disturb the body of the deceased.

Everyone's attention was drawn to her and they were speechless. She was so bold.

Cui was so angry that her lips were trembling.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes moved upwards and he met Lang Zhengping's cold gaze, but his hands did not stop. He touched the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, paused slightly, and pulled out the thing that was stuck in the acupoint.

A long needle that was also pitch black and exuded a chill.

Lang Zhengping staggered, his vision went dark, and he felt a dull pain in his chest.

From painting the eyes of paper figurines to nailing the evil coffins, now a long needle with the same ominous aura has been pulled out of his father's head. What does the person behind this want to do to the Lang family? He has endless means and even spares the dead. He is so cruel to treat his father so badly.

The angry flames suddenly leaped to the top of his head.

puff.

Lang Zhengping couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.

(End of this chapter)