The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 275 The Source of Calamity
Lang Jiuchuan was truly furious. She could not tolerate anyone using a child's body as a vessel for raising Gu poison. Such insidious and wicked acts deserved to be punished.

Seeing the murderous intent in her eyes, Fu Qi understood from the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation that this person actually harbored a murderous intent. Fearing that she might lose her temper, he said, "Xiao Jiu, it's freezing cold. Let's help this woman up and wake her up first, otherwise she might not make it through."

Lang Jiuchuan dragged Song Niangzi up and placed her on the bed. Seeing the deathly look on her face, he rolled up her sleeve and checked her pulse. He found that her emotions were rising, her anger was attacking her heart, her coldness was blocking her, and her blood and qi were deficient. Her body had been suffering from a serious illness. Looking at her arm, the veins were also clearly visible.

Although Song Niangzi did not smell of decaying corpse, Lang Jiuchuan still used his talisman brush to cut her finger. The blood was still red, so he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems that the corpse-rotting gu on her daughter has not yet taken hold and has not yet passed through her body. However, judging from how heavy her death aura is, she probably only has one or two days left.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Song Yuedie, who remained expressionless, his eyes filled with pity, but even more so with anger.

She used a talisman brush to draw blood from her finger, squeezed out the blood, and then used the brush to draw a talisman on her face to suppress the evil energy of the Gu worms in her body, preventing the corpse Gu from causing trouble and forcing it to lie dormant.

This won't draw out the Corpse-Rotting Gu, but it will prevent it from acting up, thus sparing the child from headaches and the torment of countless insects burrowing into his heart.

As for Madam Song, Lang Jiuchuan didn't wake her up. It's better for her to stay unconscious. Waking up would only make her emotions more chaotic, so it's better for her to 'sleep'.

Lang Jiuchuan's cold gaze fell upon the evil spirit bound by Fu Qi, and he asked, "Why are you haunting those two women? Is there some karmic connection between you?"

It's a bit strange that he kept bothering them but didn't kill them.

The evil spirit raised its head and glared at Lang Jiuchuan, its eyes filled with fear. It hadn't forgotten that this man had struck its soul as if it were being burned by fire in a single encounter.

She's more wicked than a ghost.

"She ate my flesh, Zhao Xin's flesh." The evil spirit stared at the little girl on the bed, its eyes filled with malice: "Dare to eat my flesh, and you will pay the price."

Fu Qi felt a chill run down his spine, and the killing intent he had been holding back suddenly loosened, causing him to strike with full force.

Zhao Xin let out a scream, his ghostly form becoming weak and trembling.

Lang Jiuchuan said in a deep voice, "The Corpse-Rotting Gu on her body was refined from your corpse?"

"Yes, yes, stop stabbing me!" Zhao Xin cried out in a ghostly voice, howling in pain.

Fu Qi spoke without the slightest remorse: "I'm sorry, I was careless and used excessive force!"

Zhao Xin: You bastard, are you even human to say that?
"Tell me everything you know, and I'll send you to the underworld. If you don't listen, I'll kill you." Lang Jiuchuan glanced at him coldly.

Kill him!

Zhao Xin thought to himself that he was already dead, so how could he be killed? But seeing the fierce and menacing figure binding him, he wondered where the murderous aura came from. It was so fierce that it could probably destroy his soul.
Even without this evil spirit, there's still that wicked woman who's even more wicked than a ghost!

Going to the underworld is better than falling into their hands.

After much painful reflection, and knowing that discretion is the better part of valor, Zhao Xin didn't bother to fabricate anything and simply said, "It's exactly as I said. They raised Gu eggs on my corpse, dug out my heart, and made soup for this girl."

Fu Qi: "..." Lang Jiuchuan questioned: "Who are these 'them'? Those who raise Gu must know Gu techniques, and it is impossible without witchcraft. Do you know who they are? Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Since you know what they did, why don't you take revenge on those two people instead of harming this mother and daughter?"

“This…” Zhao Xin’s eyes flickered.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at it and sneered, "Don't tell me you're just bullying the weak and fearing the strong? That sorcerer used your corpse to raise Gu, and you were furious, but the other party has a magic weapon, so you can't get close. You can only follow the scent and find this pitiful and weak mother and daughter to vent your powerless anger."

Her guess was absolutely right.

Zhao Xin was furious: "It's a fact that she ate my flesh. You stinking Taoist priests always talk about karma and retribution... Ugh."

Fu Qi's killing power jabbed at him forcefully, and he sneered: "If you were alive, I would find a rotting corpse to feed you, and then let the corpse's dead soul haunt you. What would you do then? It's as if this child is happy to eat your rotting corpse flesh. Would you eat it if I gave it to you?"

Zhao Xin wailed for a long time, then said in a trembling voice, "I had no choice. I couldn't beat that witch doctor, so I thought of waiting for an opportunity to act. I also thought of possessing her body, but the worms grew out, and I..."

He cowered in terror, glancing at the emaciated child on the bed. As he leaned over her, he could clearly feel that thing moving inside her, craving her blood, gnawing at her flesh, and drilling into her brain, from one, to two, to countless.

Extremely scary.

"I... I actually wanted to finish her off just now," Zhao Xin stammered. "No matter how bad things get, they can't get much worse. It's better to just die like this than to suffer from the bites of the Gu worms."

Lang Jiuchuan then asked, "Which soul did you harm?"

“It’s the woman who harmed this child,” Zhao Xin said. “You don’t know how vicious that woman is. She’s not even human. The child called her ‘Auntie’ affectionately, and she smiled and fed her that bowl of meat soup herself. My God, I have never seen such a vicious person in my life.”

"What's the use of you saying that? You're not going to stop it anyway."

Zhao Xin shrank his neck: "She has a protective talisman given to her by that dead witch doctor. I... I dare not touch her. I was only able to kill her because her man was drunk and beat her, stripping her of her clothes, which gave me the opportunity."

Lang Jiuchuan frowned and asked, "Who is that woman?"

"She's this woman's childhood friend, I heard. She was a landlord's daughter, but she ended up with a gambling father who gambled away all their wealth and sold her into slavery to a wealthy family. Later, she married a widower who beat his wife. Apparently, he even assaulted her when she was about to give birth, resulting in a stillbirth—a girl." Zhao Xin said with a sneer, "She reunited with Madam Song, but their fates were worlds apart, so she became wicked. Women's jealousy is truly terrifying."

"Where does this woman work?"

"It's a marquis's residence, but I've forgotten which one for now."

"The Marquis of Zhenbei's residence." Lang Jiuchuan recalled what Madam Song had said: the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence wanted to order an embroidered image of Guanyin. If the other party was from the Marquis's residence, they would probably contact the embroidery workshop for this image, and in doing so, they would naturally run into Madam Song.

When the two sisters reunite after many years, their fates are worlds apart. Once jealousy arises, the seeds of malice are sown and grow bigger and bigger, eventually leading to the destruction of their family!

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Song Niangzi, but she had woken up at some point and was staring blankly at the top of the tent, as if she had lost her soul. She murmured a name: "Luo Chan".

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