Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 183 Exorcism Spell

A cold wind blew around the edge of the coffin.

As the soul-guiding lamp was thrown into the coffin, the candlelight disappeared in the ghost world of Wujiang, and the strange and gloomy wind in the fog seemed even more biting.

But Ran Qing and his companions had no time to pay attention to the eerie changes in the Wujiang ghost world. Their attention was all focused on the red rope extending from the crack of the coffin.

A cold black air was spreading along the red rope, and the end of the red rope was Long Zongshu's big toe.

Although this was a physical trap that had been prepared long ago, the three young men were still shocked by the evil spirit in the coffin's vicious response.

Mo Li murmured, "Isn't the thing in this coffin rational..."

A demon with the rationality of a living person shouldn't be so crazy and violent.

Ran Qing reacted the fastest. He immediately rushed to Long Zongshu, grabbed a handful of incense ash from his canvas bag, and sprinkled it on Long Zongshu's heart.

"Zongshu close your eyes!"

At this time, Long Zongshu had already tied his hands and feet with ropes.

This is to limit his destructive power after being possessed by a ghost.

But the evil ghost in the coffin rushed out so violently that it disrupted Ran Qing's plan.

At this time, his right arm was ice-cold, and the place where the ghost in the coffin had grabbed it felt cold with a slight burning pain.

It's like getting frostbite in winter.

Ran Qing suspected that the skin on his arm had been frostbitten, and his right arm was also numb and stiff.

But he had no time to check the injury on his arm or to rest.

The black gas on the red rope continued to spread towards Long Zongshu's toes. The entire red rope hanging from the coffin was attached to the black gas, and the black gas at the front was about to touch Long Zongshu's big toe.

Ran Qing took out a stick from his canvas bag and stuffed it into Long Zongshu's mouth.

"Open your mouth and bite it!"

While the tall and thin boy opened his mouth and bit the wooden stick, Ran Qing took out a cloth belt from the canvas bag and wrapped it around Long Zongshu's mouth and the back of his head.

This is to prevent the evil ghost from biting its tongue and committing suicide when it is desperate.

When the rope was wrapped around Long Zongshu's mouth at an angle, causing him to whimper and be unable to speak while biting the wooden root, the black energy spreading from the red rope had reached the boy's toes.

The moment the black gas entered his body, Long Zongshu's body suddenly stiffened and began to shake violently like a sieve.

His skin visibly lost its color and turned pale, and the red rope bell anklets wrapped around his ankles made crisp tinkling sounds as his body shook.

The ringing of the bell means that a ghost has entered the body.

The next second, all the black air on the red rope disappeared, and the boy's body stopped shaking.

He lay there stiffly, then suddenly opened his eyes.

At this time, the expression of "Long Zongshu" changed drastically.

His eyes became cold and his expression became resentful. Even beneath his pale skin, a dark color slowly spread, like the spots and bruises on a dead person's body.

The evil ghost in the coffin suddenly and directly entered Long Zongshu's body.

After possessing a living person, the "Long Zongshu" with its hands and feet tied up by ropes suddenly struggled. He tried to break free from the ropes and stand up.

Ran Qing quickly held him down, not giving the ghost in the coffin a chance to struggle.

"Mo Li! Little Cotton! Come and help!"

Before Ran Qing could finish his words, Xiaomianhua and Mo Li had already rushed over.

The sick-looking big yellow dog pounced directly on the feet of "Long Zongshu" and used the weight of its body to hold down the feet of the tall and thin boy.

Mo Li ran to the side and pressed down Long Zongshu's shoulder hard.

In the shadow of the coffin, Long Zongshu's crazed cousin watched the scene in horror, trembling with fear. "The ghost is coming out! The ghost is coming out!"

His terrified screams echoed through the fog, and were strangely creepy.

Ran Qing took a quick glance and made sure that Long Zongshu's cousin was just huddled there and not running around out of fear, then he looked at Long Zongshu.

He pressed one hand tightly on Long Zongshu's chest. The tall and thin boy looked 1.9 meters tall, but his body was so thin that he didn't have much flesh.

Ran Qing pressed one hand on the boy's chest, actually pressing directly on the bony ribs.

Zong Shu, you're even thinner than I thought...

But this thin Long Zongshu suddenly burst out with powerful strength that his thin body should not have.

Ran Qing and the other two pressed at the same time, but they couldn't hold it down.

Ran Qing immediately moved the Nuo opera mask from the back of his head to his face and put it on from the front.

In an instant, the demon mask on his face came alive.

Two huge blood-red ghost eyes grew under the strange and ferocious evil ghost mask.

Looking down at the struggling boy in front of him, the evil ghost mask let out a strange and cold laugh, and a huge tongue stretched out from under the mask and licked the sharp fangs on the mask.

Ran Qing's body also burst out with powerful strength.

He pressed one hand on the chest of the struggling boy, and pinned Long Zongshu to the ground, unable to move.

In a sense, Ran Qing's evil ghost mask is actually a form of possession...

He coldly suppressed the struggling Long Zongshu with one hand, and his arm visibly swelled, grew thicker, and became muscular.

The pressure on Xiaomianhua and Mo Li suddenly eased.

Mo Li looked at Ran Qing and asked, "What should we do next?"

Ran Qing took out a black earthenware jar used to catch ghosts and handed it to Mo Li: "Hold this for me."

Then he pulled off the red rope tied to Long Zongshu's toes, completely cutting off the evil ghost's escape route.

Then he reached into the canvas bag and took out a bottle of mineral water filled with goat blood and a brush.

Seeing Ran Qing's preparations, Mo Li guessed something and his eyes widened.

"You want to use the [Exorcism Spell]?" The girl stared at Ran Qing suspiciously: "Do you have enough Yin Power?"

Ran Qing held down the struggling boy with one hand, and with the other hand unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and placed the bottle a little further away.

Then he tore open the boy's clothes, exposing Long Zongshu's bony chest and ribs to the air.

From under the evil ghost mask came Ran Qing's strange voice, which became hoarse and low like an evil ghost.

"...My Yin power is a little weak, but I can still use it."

The [Exorcism Spell] is an ancient spell from the book "Witchcraft and Demonic Arts." It requires at least ten pillars of soul incense to use, and the book states that ten pillars is the minimum requirement. If the Yin energy is insufficient, the Qi and Blood will be drained, causing damage to the body.

"But the [Exorcism Spell] is the least harmful method to Zong Shu. The worst that can happen is that I'll lose some energy, but I can find a way to replenish it later."

Ran Qing's tone was firm.

As he spoke, he dipped the slender brush into the mineral water bottle and dipped it in blood.

Then he used a brush dipped in blood to carefully write three strange words on Long Zongshu's chest.

Ran Qing did not recognize these three words. They were neither the Chinese characters he was familiar with nor the traditional Chinese characters.

But when watching "Witchcraft, Ghosts and Magic" before, Ran Qing had practiced with pen and paper many times. Although it was his first time using it tonight, the characters he wrote were quite neat.

(End of this chapter)