Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 184: Northern Emperor's Black Law
The cold brush dipped in blood kept scratching Long Zongshu's chest. The boy who was struggling desperately stared at Ran Qing fiercely with resentment in his eyes.

He let out angry whimpers and roars, but because his mouth was stuffed with a wooden stick, he couldn't utter a word.

But he struggled frantically, shaking his head hard to bite, and the wooden stick stuffed in his mouth was actually bitten by him so hard that it creaked and a deep gap appeared.

Mo Li quickly pressed down Long Zongshu's head with his hands to prevent him from moving his head left or right.

But the teeth that were biting the stick madly could not be stopped.

Ran Qing saw all this and said nothing, but the brush wrote on the boy's chest faster.

A chilly wind blew through the mist, and the boy's smooth, thin chest was soon covered with densely packed tiny red characters.

Red characters, three in a row, covered the boy's chest and belly like a spell, all the way to his lower abdomen below his belly button. There were hundreds of small characters in total.

At first glance, the boy seemed to have a spell-inscribed robe draped over his chest.

It is filled with strange blood-red characters and looks inexplicably weird.

After completing the last character, Ran Qing immediately threw the brush away.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done."

All things are difficult at the beginning. As a rookie, this was his first time using an exorcism spell. Without any guidance, he wrote it very carefully, fearing that he would make a mistake.

Mo Li looked at the densely packed blood-red characters on Long Zongshu's belly and asked curiously, "Not a single word is wrong. Is there such a big difference between well-educated people and those who haven't?"

"When I used to write, no matter how careful I was, I would always make a few mistakes."

Repeating three words continuously may seem simple at first glance.

However, this tedious copying requires a high level of concentration. If you are even slightly distracted, you may make mistakes.

After Ran Qing finished writing these red words, he carefully checked them twice. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he took out the incense ash.

He sprinkled the ghost walker's incense ash in small pieces on the blood-colored words on the boy's chest, until a thin layer of incense ash covered all the blood-colored words on the boy's chest.

Ran Qingcai took out a small drum made of witch skin, placed it on the ground with one hand, and tapped it gently.

dong dong dong-

The dull sound of drums rang out in the fog, and the cold air followed Ran Qing's hand pressing on the boy's chest and continued to seep into the boy's body.

The layer of incense ash on Long Zongshu's chest began to tremble slowly.

The boy's eyes became more and more resentful, and the strength of his body's struggle suddenly became more intense.

But Ran Qing, who was wearing an evil ghost mask, had strong arms and pressed Long Zongshu's chest with one hand. No matter how the ghost in the boy's body struggled, it could not break free.

dong dong dong-

The dull drumbeat continued, and the incense ash on the boy's chest kept jumping, like the dust dancing in a sieve.

The small blood-red characters seemed to come alive as the incense ash danced.

Small red characters kept drilling into the boy's body. The red characters and the flesh made a strange hissing sound, and wisps of foul-smelling black smoke rose up.

Even though its mouth was stuffed with a wooden stick, the ghost still let out howls and whimpers from its throat in pain.

It seemed as if it had been electrocuted, and its limbs were twitching in pain.

Ran Qing turned a blind eye and just pressed his palm on its chest, continuously injecting the Yin energy in his body into it and activating the exorcism spell on the boy's chest.

One after another, the small blood-red characters became vivid and vibrant under the incense ash.

Ran Qing's complexion became worse and worse, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, the evil ghost who was struggling in pain suddenly stared at Ran Qing and stopped moving.

A resentful, hoarse voice echoed within the young man. It sounded like that of a middle-aged man filled with resentment, or a eunuch with a shrill voice.

It roared and cursed.

"Damn you, you ghost walker! I have no grudge against you, yet you come to harm me!"

"You are Mo Baifeng's apprentice, right?"

"For your master's sake, if you let me go, I won't bother with you today!"

"Otherwise, even if I risk my life, I will fight you, a little bastard, to the death!"

The evil ghost's voice was filled with resentment and hatred, threatening Ran Qing.

But its voice was so calm and rational, definitely the most sober of the evil spirits Ran Qing had come into contact with so far.

This guy even claimed to know Aunt Six...

Ran Qing was stunned for a moment. Although he did not stop the movement of his hands, his eyes looked into the eyes of the evil ghost and asked, "Who are you?"

Ran Qing's tone was very indifferent, and he was not frightened by the evil ghost's threats.

The evil ghost's voice was filled with resentment, and he angrily said, "My name is Liu Dashan, my Taoist name is Xuanjizi, and I'm known as the Great Heavenly Master of Wuling in Jianghu. We are from the same Yinren lineage, and we have no grudges in the past or the present."

"I am cultivating my corpse-transmigration immortality in this Yin-Yang evil cave. I don't kill people or seek wealth. What does it have to do with you being a Yin-Yang person?"

"You three little brats are here to ruin my plans for no reason!"

The evil ghost was filled with resentment and anger: "If you don't stop now, I will risk being punished by the Northern Emperor's black law to lure out the evil gods and evil ghosts from the Wujiang ghost world to dig out the hearts and livers of the three of you youngsters and eat them all!"

“Although I have lost all my cultivation and magical powers, it is not difficult for me to make a noise and lure out the evil lord from the underworld!”

The evil ghost howled miserably, but his voice was trembling.

The constant activation of the exorcism spell caused it severe pain.

Although its resentful roar was ferocious, it was filled with fear that was timid but powerful.

This was the first time Ran Qing had seen this kind of evil ghost. Not only did it retain its rationality, but it was also afraid of death... It seemed that the living side of it completely overwhelmed the other side of the evil ghost.

It’s just that the evil ghost’s words were a little confusing and Ran Qing couldn’t quite understand them.

He couldn't help but look at Mo Li. The girl had traveled far and wide, so perhaps she could understand the evil ghost's jargon.

Facing Ran Qing's gaze, the girl sneered and said, "Bullshit corpse immortal... The corpse in this coffin should be that Taoist Zhang from hundreds of years ago. He left the corpse in the snake god's lair, using the corpse to suppress the corpse, and only then did he suppress the evil god's corpse."

"The ghost in this coffin is clearly a contemporary of the old woman. I wonder what evil method it used to hide in the coffin... Maybe it wants to use Taoist Zhang's body to revive?"

"As for the Northern Emperor's Black Law..."

Mo Li sneered at the evil ghost and said, "You've already used such evil methods. Will the Northern Emperor Black Law let you go?"

"Are you afraid of being punished in the Iron Wall Mountain after death?"

"Or perhaps you're borrowing Taoist Zhang's body to avoid punishment from the Northern Emperor's Black Law?"

Mo Li could indeed understand the evil spirit's jargon.

Seeing Ran Qing's surprised and confused expression, the girl didn't keep him in suspense and gave a simple explanation.

"The Black Law of the Northern Emperor is a kind of law for the Xuanmen cultivators. It is a law that the Taoists of the Northern Emperor's evil ghost lineage must obey."

"Violating the Northern Emperor's Black Laws will result in a shortened lifespan at best, and in serious cases, incarcerated in the Iron Walled Mountains after death and punished by the Northern Emperor. That's even more terrifying than becoming a ghost..."

(End of this chapter)