The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 274 Evil Deeds Lead to Lang Jiu's Wrath

With a pale face, Madam Song looked in Fu Qi's direction, then at Lang Jiuchuan, her expression filled with fear.

Lang Jiuchuan helped her up, took out a medicine bottle, poured out a pill and fed it to her, saying, "I'm sorry for offending you just now. The resentment of the living is stronger than that of the dead. If it takes hold, it will turn against you. Once you die, you will become a vicious and vengeful ghost, not recognizing your own family. You should keep your life and take good care of your daughter."

Tears streamed down Song Niangzi's face as she clutched her wrist as if grasping at a lifeline, pleading, "Immortal Master, can I still take care of her? Will she die because of me?"

"Now that you've found the Wanshi Shop, it will naturally relieve your worries." Lang Jiuchuan's voice was cool, but to Madam Song, it was like a fire, scalding her heart that was almost dead.

The mule cart stopped at the entrance of the alley where Song Niangzi lived. The two got off and walked in. On the way, they encountered a neighbor coming out. As soon as the neighbor saw her, his expression changed, and he slammed the door shut. A low curse came from inside the door.

Madam Song seemed to have gotten used to it long ago, and said with a wry smile, "Ever since the series of deaths and misfortunes in my family last year, everyone has regarded me as an unlucky person and forced us to leave here so as not to disturb everyone's peace."

People naturally seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. If you used to be on good terms with someone, but now that it concerns your own safety, it's better to end the relationship. After all, you can sympathize with her, but you can't risk your own family's safety, can you?
As they approached a house, a foul stench wafted out. Lang Jiuchuan glanced at the wall, which was covered in filth—it had been splashed with excrement.

Madam Song remained expressionless as she took out her key, opened the door, and entered the courtyard, which was dilapidated in every direction.

From one of the rooms came banging and low growls. Madam Song's face changed, and she hurriedly reached for her keys to open the door. But the more anxious she became, the more her hands trembled: "Die'er, Mother is here."

Lang Jiuchuan looked towards the interior of the room and said, "General..."

Fu Qi swiftly passed through the wall.

Lang Jiuchuan: "!"

Madam Song had already opened the door and rushed inside.

Lang Jiuchuan was about to follow when the stench from inside the door assaulted her. She frowned, took two steps back, and pinched her thumb and forefinger tightly, waiting for the stench to dissipate.

What smell in the world is the most unpleasant and lingers for a lifetime? Once you've tasted it, you'll never forget it.

It's a rotting corpse.

The room reeked of rotting corpses.

Lang Jiuchuan cast a purification spell, sealed his sense of smell, summoned a talisman brush, went into the room, and drew a purification talisman in the air, which dissolved in the room.

Song Niangzi had already rushed to the bedside. Lang Jiuchuan saw that Fu Qi was holding a writhing ghost in his hand. It was the man she had seen behind Song Niangzi that day.

She chased him away, and in just a few days, the ferocity emanating from this ghost intensified.

This is harmful to people.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes turned cold, and he said to Fu Qi, "He's got a life on his hands, don't let him get away."

Fu Qi immediately unleashed the fierce power within him, binding him tightly. As a warrior who had fought for many years, the killing intent etched into his soul transformed into countless blades, piercing towards the opponent's spiritual core.

The man screamed in agony, his soul trembling. Hearing the scream, the little girl on the bed also screamed and writhed, her face contorted in agony, her eyes bulging and bloodshot, looking as if she was about to explode.

Click.

"Ahhh!" Madam Song screamed, her voice piercing as she cried out, "Die'er!"

Lang Jiuchuan looked over and saw that the child was struggling violently, and had broken his wrists which were tied with ropes. His body was trembling and he was foaming at the mouth.

"General, don't touch him!" Lang Jiuchuan shouted sharply, strode forward, and thrust the talisman brush in his hand straight at the little girl's spiritual altar.

A sharp hiss echoed from inside the little girl's body, then vanished in an instant, and the little girl had already fainted.

Lang Jiuchuan's face darkened. She threw off the blanket, and a stench filled the air. But she didn't care about the unpleasant smell. She rolled up the child's sleeve, and the hand was already thin and bony, with clearly visible bluish-black veins. It was moving slightly, as if something was swimming inside it.

A terrifying thought crossed Lang Jiuchuan's mind.

She transformed the talisman brush into a knife and gently made a small cut on the child's elbow. Dark blue pus and blood seeped from the elbow, emitting a foul stench, like a rotting corpse.

This taste is pungent.

Even Madam Song couldn't get used to it. She gagged a few times and asked, her face pale, "Is it a poisonous insect?"

Lang Jiuchuan looked at her abruptly. Madam Song had an expression that was even more unsightly than crying. She said in a mournful voice, "Die'er said she has a headache. She has worms in her head. I went to ask a doctor, but the doctor said the house smells bad and no one wanted to come."

Lang Jiuchuan, his face grim, leaned down, saw the child's face, and sighed.

These past few days, she had dealt with the problems of Shen Qinghe's eldest child and Xue Shi's grandson, but neither of them were as bad as this child. She was truly skin and bones, and her cheeks had sunken in. Moreover, the way her blood had turned out was not caused by ordinary poisonous insects.

Lang Jiuchuan parted Song Yuedie's hair, which had fallen out quite a bit, and saw several silkworms emerging from the hair follicles on the bald patch on the back of her head before retreating back into their follicles.

"You damned bastard!" she roared, her fury surging into the sky.

Bang.

Several roof tiles shattered and fell down.

Madam Song was so frightened that she held her child tightly.

Lang Jiuchuan pulled her away and said, "Don't touch her, the bugs on her will get on you."

Madam Song froze, but then something occurred to her, and her eyes lit up slightly: "If the disease were transferred to me, would my daughter be cured? If she could be cured, I would be willing."

Pity the parents of the world.

Lang Jiuchuan looked away and said, "No, you will die even faster than her. They will devour you until you are mangled and your flesh is gone, then return to her body to feed the queen bee in her body. Only when the queen bee has reached its full potential will she die. Just like worker bees and queen bees."

Madam Song was stunned.

Fu Qi also felt a chill run down his spine and asked, "What kind of poisonous insect is this? How could such a thing be on this child?"

Lang Jiuchuan's face was cold as she said, "There are always evil paths to commit evil, and there are evil people to commit murder." She looked at Song Yuedie's skin and bones and said through gritted teeth, "Some people have treated her as a beehive to nurture the queen bee, but she is not the queen bee."

"What is that?" Fu Qi had a bad feeling and subconsciously looked at Madam Song with sympathy in his eyes. What could make Lang Jiu so angry must be extremely terrifying.

“It’s a Corpse-Rotting Gu.” Lang Jiuchuan said in a deep voice, “It is fed with rotten flesh, which causes the Gu worms to build nests in the human body. They live by bloodlust. When the Gu King is formed, the person dies. If this Gu is used on a human body, the other person will become its energy source and food source, emitting a stench like a rotting corpse. After all the flesh and blood are gone, the Gu will seek another host. It is an extremely Yin and poisonous Yin Gu.”

Fu Qi: "!"

Even a ghost felt his stomach churning.

So vicious!
Madam Song let out a scream and fainted.

Life is harder than climbing to heaven, and my ideas are getting increasingly bizarre~ la la