I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 308 Old Li: I never taught him!
After ransacking the nearly empty Japanese-style mansion, Feng Xue returned home and took the large ice block out of the Hutian Bag. Although it was common knowledge that living things should not be kept in the Hutian Bag, according to Mo Ying, who had personally experienced the state inside the Hutian Bag, it wasn't really impossible, but rather that it would put a great burden on one's mind.

Even a ghost would be depressed for days under such a burden; for a living person, it would probably result in their sanity level dropping to zero.

But as for the big ice block, Feng Xue didn't care whether his mind was intact or not; in fact, it would be better if he could have a mental breakdown, since that would be helpful...

"Huh? He failed?" Seeing that the "Bewitched" entry didn't appear above the ice block's head, Feng Xue frowned. "Interesting. He could still withstand it even when he was frozen solid? I didn't think his will was that strong during the battle before."

"No, I don't think it's a problem of withstanding it; it feels more like they can't get in." As the output of ghostly energy, Mo Ying circled the large ice block twice and made this speculation.

"Can't get in? Is there some kind of barrier like a brain-sealing technique? Or is it sealed off by something?"

Feng Xue tapped the frozen head like she was tapping a watermelon. This spell, adapted from the mage's refrigerator in the game world, could deprive a person of their ability to resist to the greatest extent possible while ensuring that the person did not die, but once the spell was cast, it could not be undoed.

"I don't know. It doesn't feel like defense; it's more like being possessed by something else." Mo Ying seemed to have difficulty describing the feeling, only giving a vague and ambiguous guess. Feng Xue was even more puzzled upon hearing this:
"Didn't you just slap that shikigami away before?"

"That's why I find it strange. Being possessed by a ghost isn't some kind of first-come, first-served ability. As long as I'm stronger than him, I should be able to pull that thing out. But the problem now is that I don't even know if that thing exists."

Mo Ying seemed to have exhausted her vocabulary, and even started gesturing wildly. Feng Xue squinted, thought for a moment, and said directly:

"Little Bell, make an electronic spirit split."

"Okay, Master. This is the one I put on the drone before. You can use it first. I'll make a new one if it gets damaged." Upon receiving the instruction, Little Bell immediately retrieved a spirit fragment from the drone. Feng Xue held this spirit fragment, which clearly lacked a certain liveliness compared to Mo Ying, and placed it on the head of the big ice block.

She immediately opened her magic pouch, took out a folding fan, and gently unfolded it. The blank fan surface appeared before her, and Feng Xue said to Mo Ying:
"Your chance to show your talent has arrived. Write a few words."

"Alright! What should I write?" Upon hearing that she could write, Mo Ying immediately and happily stuck the writing on the fan surface, seemingly pondering what font would match the material of the fan ribs.

"Invocation of the gods".

"Tch!" Upon hearing the content, Mo Ying immediately lost interest, grabbed the brush, and began writing in cursive script.

However, being a cultured person after all, she didn't intend to be perfunctory. When the last stroke was completed, it actually had a certain elegance. Feng Xue carefully blew on the ink to dry, then channeled her magic power, rotating her wrist like wielding a horsewhip, while humming a tune—

"Zeng zeng leng zeng leng zeng zeng ah~ Zeng zeng leng zeng leng zeng leng..."

Halfway through the adjustment, he suddenly turned around and swung the fan in his hand with the force of wielding a machete, slamming it into the ice block's forehead, forcefully pushing the little bell's spirit half an inch in!

"What tune are you playing now?" Liu Yunxi, who had witnessed the whole thing, couldn't help but ask. Feng Xue shook her hand, which had gone numb from the fan, and said:
“This god descends in two ways, one civil and one military. Usually we use the method of ‘inviting,’ which is the civil method. But today, the civil method isn’t working, so let’s use the military method!”

After saying that, he slapped it three more times, forcefully smashing the little bell's spirit into the head of the big ice block.

It's fortunate that this is a bamboo-ribbed paper fan; if it were made of rosewood, this person would be dead. However, Feng Xue didn't care about that at all. He didn't come up with this method randomly; he modified it from the technique taught by Old Li.

According to Lao Li, those who drown are always able to swim. When shamans consult spirits and ask questions, they inevitably encounter some troublesome creatures that refuse to leave their bodies. So, he taught Feng Xue a set of techniques to send away the spirits.

Unlike inviting gods, those who can use the art of sending away gods are mostly not kind people, so there is no need to be polite. The person who is possessed will suffer a bit. Just connect the spirit of the god or ghost with the possessor, and then beat him up with an attack containing the power of will. Ordinary ghosts will be driven away. This is the legend that even ghosts are afraid of evil people (Note ①).

Now that the situation is similar to what Lao Li said, Feng Xue followed suit, thinking that since she could use impolite methods to "forcefully send guests away," could she also "forcefully invite guests"?
Looking at it now, it's clear that they did indeed manage to invite guests.

and so……

"Little Bell, what's the result?"

"It feels pretty much the same as a normal divine descent, um, it's just a bit cold..."

“It’s normal to be cold, after all, we’re freezing!” Feng Xue said, as if hoping Xiao Lingdang would empathize with her, but the next moment, Xiao Lingdang let out a gasp—

"Oh no, the divided spirit is out of control!"

"What exactly happened?" Feng Xue was somewhat surprised upon hearing this. The gods have very direct control over the divided spirits. Unless it's a case like Little Bell, who directly broke away from the original world, received offerings independently, and even changed some of her divine duties, there shouldn't be any problems at all.

"I don't know, it feels like the split spirit isn't like a split spirit anymore... Hmm, it's a bit like the feeling between me and Little Wind Chime, but now the split spirit is my place..."

"Damn! This guy has dirty thoughts in his head!"

Feng Xue's face suddenly darkened, and she quickly said:
"Sever all ties with the split spirit, completely, without any connection whatsoever, understand?"

"Ok!"

Although doing so was tantamount to cutting off one's tail to save one's own life, as a mindless ethereal god, Little Bell did not hesitate at all and carried out the order. Looking at the huge block of ice in front of her, Feng Xue couldn't help but gasp.

"Good heavens, those Japanese devils really know how to fight! They're ruthless!"

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh, took out a roll of high-strength rope from a previous civilization (from where Little Wind Chime was), bound the large ice block tightly, and hung it upside down from the roof beam. Taking the ink left over from Mo Ying's incantation, he began to write and draw on the ice block, all the while waving his hand and saying:
You look like my wife!

"Bang!" Liu Yunxi landed instantly, her face slightly flushed, but before she could speak, Feng Xue said:
"Let's get something to eat, I'm hungry."

"……it is good."

(End of this chapter)