The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 280 Those who lack martial ethics are equally guilty.

The temple of the Marquis of Zhenbei was built outside Wujing City, nestled against the mountain and connected to the sacrificial fields, occupying a considerable area. Just as Langjiuchuan began its exorcism of the Gu, in a secluded room within the temple, a pretty young girl with her hair tied in two buns with a red ribbon suddenly smashed two jars in anger, gathered a lot of things, stormed out of the room, called for a carriage prepared by the temple, and headed straight into the city.

That was the spirit witch being watched by Jiang Che, and also the witch who had poisoned Song Yuedie. She was only twelve or thirteen years old, with beautiful features, and looked innocent, charming and harmless.

However, in her room, there were several jars, and there were rustling sounds coming from inside them, as if something was gnawing at them, which sent chills down one's spine.

Even many of the male Taoist priests in the temple avoid this room, fearing that they might be bitten by something and die without being able to cry foul.

Jiang watched as the spirit witch headed towards the city. He first notified Lang Jiuchuan, then returned to the solitary house, looked at the several jars of things, and let out a heavy snort.

What's the point of keeping something that harms people?

It waited inside the house, silently calculating the time. When the little witch couldn't return in time to enter the city, it began to unleash its power. The power of killing brewed in its consciousness, and it suddenly let out a roar, its tiger breath turning into fire, spraying towards the several dark jars inside the house.

boom.

Flames, like tongues, lashed out at the jars and the wood in the corner, instantly turning the room into a sea of ​​fire, with flames shooting into the sky.

The people visiting the temple were startled and shouted for help to extinguish the fire. They rushed over with buckets of water, but just as they were trying to put out the fire, it was as if an invisible force was blocking their way, and they all fell to the ground.

Even more miraculously, the fire did not spread; it only burned in the little witch's house.

The abbot rushed over and, seeing the scene, tried to move forward himself but could not. He then chanted "Amitabha Buddha".

This is divine punishment!
He had warned the little witch long ago not to do evil, otherwise there would be karmic retribution. As a result, she cast a nightmare curse on herself. She was truly vindictive and didn't know what was good for her.

Now that this house, which once housed countless poisons, has been burned down, what else could it be but divine retribution, the karmic retribution she brought upon herself!
As soon as the fire started burning, the spirit shaman naturally noticed it, and felt a tearing pain in his heart, as if sharp knives were slashing at it again and again.

it hurts!

The spirit witch's delicate face contorted, her bright eyes turning bloodshot as she clutched her chest and cried out, "A diversionary tactic! Who, who is ruining my plans!"

She sensed that the Corpse-Rotting Gu had been disturbed, meaning that the Gu King had not yet been fully refined and was still in the container, and had not yet been branded with her mark. Otherwise, once the Gu King died, she would surely suffer a great backlash.

But she had long considered the Corpse-Rotting Gu to be hers, and it was almost ready to be refined. She was planning to collect it in the next day or two, but someone had already taken it.
The witch was furious. How dare someone be so reckless as to touch her treasure! She was determined to make that person experience the power of the Gu she had concocted.

They had barely entered the city when they sensed that the treasure she had stored in the temple was gone. This must be a diversionary tactic. Who, who knows of her existence!
"Aaaaaah, damn it, who's messing with me?!" The witch screamed inside the carriage, clutching her head, making the coachman outside tremble.

Meanwhile, back in Langjiuchuan, upon learning that the spirit witch was coming, she sent Madam Song and her daughter to the general store while she waited there.

She hadn't even gone to find that little witch yet, and she delivered herself to her doorstep, saving her the trouble of looking for her.

Lang Jiuchuan swallowed several pills, then meditated and recuperated in the Little Nine Tower, waiting for people to arrive.

Lingwu's carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley. By this time, many of the lights in the houses had been turned off, and the surroundings were quiet. She was able to enter the city because of the token of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion.

She got off the carriage and stopped at the entrance of the alley. Looking at the long alley with few lights, she frowned and felt a strange unease.

She shouldn't have come.

hiss.

As if sensing her unease, a soft hissing sound came from the spirit witch's wrist. She reached out and touched her wrist, saying, "Little Red, I'm not afraid with you here." On her wrist, a small, blood-red snake, as thin as a chain, was coiled, its long tongue flicking out. The tongue had sharp spikes that emitted a cold light, and it hissed.

The shaman was amused and walked into the alley.

She had watched the man with the bitter face, called the Yamane family, walk into the house with white lanterns hanging on it. Later, she secretly came to see it once herself, and it seemed to be here.

The shaman looked at the filth along the wall of the small courtyard, covered his nose in disgust, and said, "It stinks!"

She pushed open the courtyard gate, somewhat surprised that it wasn't closed. She frowned, sniffed the air, and noticed a strange smell. There wasn't a single light inside.

Could it be that the person ran away?
The spirit witch hurriedly went inside and headed straight for the main house. Just as she reached the door, the courtyard gate behind her was blown shut by the wind with a bang, startling her. The surroundings became even quieter.

dong dong dong.

The sorcerer heard his own heartbeat.

It was even louder than when they dug out the insect eggs from the rotting corpse before.

The witch's face darkened. She walked into the main room and saw a thin person sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed). Was it the child?
No!

The Corpse-Rotting Gu King is about to be formed. No matter how thin the child is, she is not as tall as this dark figure. This is not her.

"coming."

A voice as cold as frost and snow entered the spirit witch's ears, making her shudder. It was a woman's voice.

The witch's eyes widened. Who was this person? How could he have the ability to destroy her Gu?

The eggs of the Corpse-Rotting Gu were specially prepared by her using insidious Gu techniques and left to rot in the heart of a corpse for a period of time. Once the eggs hatch and rampage through the human body, the person will emit a smell like a rotting corpse.

The Corpse-Rotting Gu, which does not devour the host's soul, is less lethal. If it is fully developed, the Corpse-Rotting Gu will emit a smell like a rotting corpse when it touches the body, and it is difficult to remove.

For a Gu King to achieve its full potential, it must devour a soul to break free from its host and become a true Corpse Gu King.

So it's a real pity that he was killed before he even became king!

The sorcerer is angry.

She angrily said, "Who are you? You're the one who killed my Corpse-Rotting Gu! You're despicable! I'll fight you to the death... Ahhh!"

As the witch was speaking, she suddenly screamed. She was hit in the mouth by a spell thrown by the other party, and she was so angry that she rushed towards Lang Jiuchuan. As soon as she moved her foot, she fell to the ground with a thud. She looked at her foot in horror. What the hell?

Two small white paper figures were tightly hugging her legs, making it impossible for her to move.

Spirit Witch: "!"

How despicable! This scoundrel has no sense of martial ethics!
Lang Jiuchuan's voice was icy: "I'm not the only one who lacks martial ethics; aren't you the same?"

She gripped the red chain snake by its neck, swinging it up and down as she slowly approached.

The witch screamed, "Let go of my little Red!"