Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

Just as Uncle Nine was pondering, the white-robed scholar's movements became increasingly slower.

His legs were completely locked by the Golden-Patterned Soul-Suppressing Vine, and his body gradually stiffened as the vines tightened.

boom!

The white-robed scholar finally lost his balance, his massive body crashing to the ground, with plumes of black smoke billowing from the gaps in his scales.

As the evil energy within his body continued to dissipate, his body, which had swelled to over two meters tall, began to shrink rapidly.

The muscles were shriveled, the bones were sunken, and the newly grown scales were breaking off piece by piece from the skin surface.

"Cough cough..."

The scholar in white coughed lightly twice, and fresh blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The blood contained fine mud and sand, which quickly coagulated on the ground, turning into dark yellow mud beads.

His internal organs felt as if they were being cut by countless blunt knives at the same time, and the intense pain caused his body to tremble uncontrollably.

But when the white-robed scholar struggled to raise his head and looked at Lin Xuan, there was not a trace of resentment in his eyes.

There was no resentment after defeat, only a peace that comes from shedding all burdens, and a faint gratitude...

"Master..."

His voice had become extremely weak.

"Thank you... for granting my request."

"I am finally... able to... be free."

As he spoke, the white-robed scholar's face quickly turned ashen, as if some force had drained all the blood from his body in a short moment.

His eyes were sunken, his lips were chapped, and his once handsome face was rapidly fading.

Lin Xuan could clearly feel that the other person's life force was rapidly draining away.

The heart meridian has withered, and the five internal organs are rapidly hardening under the erosion of some evil force, and... this change is irreversible.

Lin Xuan sighed softly to himself.

He originally intended to capture the white-robed scholar alive and force him to reveal the Li family's secrets.

Unexpectedly, the Li family's bloodline secret technique was so vicious that a living person was bound by the family's bloodline, evil spells, and incense and spiritual soil from birth.

I want to say it but can't, I want to escape but can't...

Even the desire to die can only be fulfilled through the intervention of others.

Pitiful, tragic, lamentable...

Compared to this pitiful person who couldn't even control his own life and death, those in power in the Li family who hid behind the scenes, turning their own offspring into water seeds and their own family members into puppets, and even trying to continue their wealth and power through incense and vows, were obviously more deserving of death!

Lin Xuan collected his thoughts and gently raised his right hand.

The golden-patterned Soul-Suppressing Vine wrapped around the white-robed scholar quickly loosened.

The vines slithered back to Lin Xuan's side along the ground. With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Xuan used the Qiankun bag at his waist to quietly store all the Golden Pattern Soul-Suppressing Vines into his system backpack.

Uncle Nine and Chen Bingwen also walked over at this moment.

Just as the three approached, a faint sound suddenly came from the white-robed scholar's abdomen.

click-

The sound was like a dry, cracked crust of mud suddenly splitting open, and his skin began to harden rapidly from his lower abdomen.

The originally pale flesh gradually lost its luster and turned into brownish-yellow soil.

The traces of mudification continued to spread outwards.

Waist, abdomen, legs, chest...

In a short while, most of the white-robed scholar's body had turned into a clay statue.

Feeling the changes in his body, the white-robed scholar slowly smiled, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"this life......"

"It's so bitter."

The mud spread to his chest, his breathing grew weaker and weaker, and with each word he uttered, a small amount of blood mixed with mud and sand would gush from his throat.

"If there is an afterlife..."

"I will definitely..."

The white-robed scholar's gaze gradually became unfocused.

In a daze, he seemed to see the children being taken away.

Her fair, delicate hands gripped his clothes tightly, and her bright, dark eyes stared at him without blinking.

A carefree smile bloomed on the child's lips, as if there was nothing in the world to fear as long as his father was by his side...

Before he could even take a few more glances, the child was violently snatched away.

The child cried his heart out, reaching out his little hands desperately towards him, shouting again and again.

He wanted to rush forward.

The bloodline restriction suddenly activated within his body, causing him to kneel on the ground like a dog with a broken spine, only able to watch helplessly as the child was carried into the Li family ancestral hall.

The Li family told him that it was for the continuation of the family line and for the prosperity of the Li family.

As long as those children are transformed into water-type beings, the Li family will enjoy wealth and prosperity for generations to come, and their bloodline will never be broken...

At that moment, his heart was breaking, and he wished he were dead, but he couldn't because of the secret technique's control...

Now, he can finally atone for his actions and no longer have to be a dog for the Li family...

The only regret is that he died without ever being able to personally avenge the blood debt owed to the Li family.

The lingering light in the white-robed scholar's eyes trembled slightly.

"I must...be a good...person..."

"well......"

"Being a father..."

As he spoke the last few words, a tear seemed to slide down the corner of the white-robed scholar's eye.

But as soon as the tears left their eyes, they quickly became cloudy, turning into tiny mud beads that rolled to the ground.

The muddy marks had spread to his shoulders, and the pain inside his body was becoming increasingly intense, yet the white-robed scholar's face was full of joy.

With his last ounce of strength, he struggled to raise his arm and pointed to a house on one side of the courtyard.

For every inch the arm is raised, large patches of yellow mud appear on the skin.

"There...someone...waiting, waiting..."

His throat was trembling violently, and his voice was already indistinct.

"Waiting for you... to save me..."

Before he could finish uttering the last word, the yellow mud had already spread up to his neck.

His lips, tongue and cheeks froze rapidly.

The white-robed scholar's raised arm froze in mid-air, his finger pointing towards the tightly closed door, unable to move any further.

In just a few breaths, the once vibrant white-robed scholar was completely transformed into a brownish-yellow clay statue.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Looking at the scene before him, Chen Bingwen felt a chill creep up his spine.

"This Li family... is truly bizarre."

"After a person dies, they actually turn into a clay figure."

"This is unheard of!"

As he spoke, his gaze never left the clay statue.

Just moments ago, they were living, breathing people, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into lifeless clay sculptures.

This bizarre and evil technique is even more terrifying than those methods of controlling corpses and creating ghosts.

Lin Xuan gazed at the clay statue of the white-robed scholar and sighed softly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Uncle Nine's gaze lingered on the clay statue for a moment before turning to the finger that was still pointing into the distance.

"Let's go."

"Let's go to that one..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Nine's expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly turned his head to look at the clay statue again.

Lin Xuan and Chen Bingwen also noticed something unusual almost at the same time.

A faint, ghostly figure slowly drifted out from the top of the clay statue's head.

The ghost's face was not clearly visible; only the outline of the white-robed scholar could be vaguely discerned.

As soon as it left the clay statue, it quickly transformed into a streak of gray-white light and sped toward the house the finger was pointing to.

Swish!

The shadowy figure instantly passed through the door and disappeared into the room.

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. There must be something fishy about the house the white-robed scholar pointed to!

There seemed to be something in that room that lured the soul inside!

The Li family is truly evil to the extreme!

Those who were controlled by him in life will find no peace even in death!

"Let's go take a look!"

Uncle Nine left a sentence, took several steps, and in a few leaps, he arrived at the door of the house.

Lin Xuan and Chen Bingwen did not hesitate at all and immediately followed.