The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Whether Chapter 285 is true or false is for me to decide.

In the end, Madam Song was unable to scatter Luo Chan's ashes. By the time they arrived, Luo Chan's body had already been gnawed into pieces by wild dogs in the mass grave, and they could only recognize her by half of her face.

Even so, Madam Song still used a willow branch as a whip and lashed the mutilated corpse like a madwoman, cursing as she did so. Her mournful and angry cries echoed throughout the entire forest.

Lang Jiuchuan stood indifferently to the side, looking at the corpse, her fingers clenching. She thought of her own body, which had also been lying in a mass grave a few months ago, being eyed by wild dogs.

She stepped out of the dark woods, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to let the sunlight dispel the anger and gloom that had arisen in her heart.

Song Niangzi's crying gradually subsided until it disappeared completely, at which point she heard footsteps behind her.

Lang Jiuchuan turned his head slightly, lit a talisman to ward off evil spirits on her, and said nothing else but two words: "Let's go."

Song Niangzi followed silently behind her, her steps light and quick.

When they returned to the city, it was already past 3:45 PM. Lang Jiuchuan took Song Niangzi back to the Wanshi Shop, where Fu Qi stopped them, saying that the shaman wanted to see her.

Lang Jiuchuan frowned, but still went to the woodshed.

As soon as the door to the woodshed opened, a stench wafted out, a mixture of blood, fishy smells, and a putrid odor.

The spirit witch lay on the woodpile, her hair disheveled and messy. Hearing the door open, she looked up and stared at Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan looked down at her and said, "You want to see me? Speak up. What excuses do you have?"

The spirit witch stared at her, tilting her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and resentment, without saying a word.

Lang Jiuchuan turned and left.

Trying to get her to act superior? Dream on!

"Halt!" the spirit shaman shouted, "Are you surnamed Lang?"

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes darkened, and he turned around: "Speak plainly."

"Let me go, and I'll tell you a secret." A glimmer of light seemed to burst forth from the spirit witch's cloudy eyes.

"What secrets do you have that are worth me risking the lives of others to pay for?" Lang Jiuchuan sneered. "A person like you is like an earthworm in the mud. Even if you're cut in half, as long as there's soil, you can regenerate. But you, as long as there are people and insects, can prolong your life. But why should you?"

The spirit witch's eyes flashed, and she said, "If it's about your father's death, is it worth exchanging my worthless life for it?"

Fu Qi, who was standing to the side, was startled and looked at Lang Jiuchuan, while Jiang Che seemed to have jumped out of her mind.

Lang Jiuchuan's heart sank slightly, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "It's not worth it."

The spirit shaman was taken aback.

Fu Qi and the others were also surprised. If the other party said that, there must be some other inside story about Lang Zhengfan's death. But Lang Jiuchuan was not interested?

The spirit witch was also puzzled. Could she have misread it? The surname Lang was very rare, but she knew one: that young general, Xie Zhenming's superior.

The girl in front of her looked so much like that person, especially her eyes. She thought they were beautiful last night, as if she had seen them somewhere before. She thought about it all night. Did she remember, or did she only remember when she heard people outside calling her Miss Lang?

Isn't that the general? What was his name again? I think he also came from a prestigious family.
Lang Jiuchuan looked at the spirit shaman and said, "To survive, you must have already prepared a story, right? Let me guess what you're going to say. You'll say that my father's death wasn't an ordinary battle, but rather that he was killed by someone else. As for who that person is, it's easy to guess—it's the Marquis of Zhenbei, isn't it?"

Ling Wu's pupils contracted. Lang Jiuchuan saw her expression, tucked his fingers into his sleeve, and said, "My father was a general. Once he died, whoever benefited the most would do the deed. The Marquis of Zhenbei was my father's deputy. Now that my father is gone, he can take his place and has even been granted the title of Marquis. It can be said that he has crossed social classes and changed his allegiance."

The spirit witch's face darkened.

"And how did my father die? Was it a deal you made with the Marquis of Zhenbei? Presumably, you, the Gu master, gave him a Gu worm, and my father certainly wouldn't have been wary of this deputy general he considered a brother. He was completely unprepared and was infected by the Gu. On the battlefield, the Gu worm took effect, and my father 'died in battle,' and no investigation could even uncover it." Lang Jiuchuan sneered, "As a deal, the Marquis of Zhenbei kept you on, but is that all? Once I've revealed your secret, is it still a secret?"

The sorceress said, "You're quite good at making things up."

“You didn’t refute me.” Lang Jiuchuan approached her and said, “How about this, tell me what you know, and when I have the Xuan Clan take you to the Law Enforcement Hall, I’ll go easy on you. I think those righteous sects will only make you refine Gu or write down the Gu Scripture.”

The shaman narrowed his eyes: "You're bluffing me. You have no evidence to prove that the story you made up is true."

"I don't need evidence. Your expression tells me that my father's death is inextricably linked to the Marquis of Zhenbei," Lang Jiuchuan said calmly. "Actually, I have an even easier way: searching your soul."

The spirit witch shuddered.

Lang Jiuchuan clapped his hands, as if he had thought of a good idea, and said, "Ah, this is the best way to deal with you. Search your soul, and you will become a fool. You won't be able to make Gu to harm people anymore. Handing a fool over to the Xuan Clan's Law Enforcement Hall, I haven't killed anyone. Perfect, let's do it this way!"

Spirit Witch: "..."

Everyone says she's wicked, but this brat in front of me is even more wicked!

Is this woman truly a descendant of that general who shines like the sun?

"General, General, hold her down."

The spirit witch immediately felt two fierce and powerful auras surrounding her, as if her head was being held down tightly by someone, while Lang Jiuchuan's hand reached down to her spiritual platform.

No.

Her natal Gu was dead, and she had already suffered a backlash. She was already at her limit, and with her current soul, there was no way she could withstand this demoness's soul search.

If she becomes a mentally challenged woman, she will truly have no chance at all.

The spirit witch lay prostrate on the ground. When Lang Jiuchuan's hand touched her forehead, she felt the power from her palm. She knew Lang Jiuchuan was serious, and she immediately shouted, "It's the Heart-Eating Gu!"

Lang Jiuchuan paused, and their eyes met.

The spirit witch said urgently, "The Marquis of Zhenbei has done me a favor. In exchange, I gave him a Heart-Eating Gu. He used it on that general, which caused his arrow wound to become incurable. I used this as leverage to make him provide me with the convenience of refining Gu. Oh, and I also gave him a Love Gu. I don't know where he used it."

Lang Jiuchuan raised an eyebrow: "You'll certainly know how to fabricate stories to save your life."

The witch covered her face: "I've already been harmed by you to this extent, and my life is in danger. How can I still make false accusations? A dying man's words are kind."

"No, others speak kindly when they are about to die, but you are as cunning as a fox. You won't let go of any hope of survival." Lang Jiuchuan stood up and looked down at her, saying, "The Marquis of Zhenbei has been kind to you, and you sell him off so easily. I have a grudge against you, and you want to deceive me without even thinking. After all, you want me to clash with the Marquis of Zhenbei so that he can deal with me."

The shaman was so angry that he was panting heavily. Why was this person so wary? Did he not even believe the truth?

"What I said is true."

"I'll decide whether it's true or false!" Lang Jiuchuan's hand suddenly pressed down on her spiritual altar. With a surge of spiritual power, a powerful force pierced straight into her spiritual altar, searching her soul.

It's that time of year again when my back aches!