The master bedroom's en-suite bathroom had clearly been renovated.
It had now been transformed into a small room for enshrining an altar.
The room was pitch black, with only two red electric candles in front of the altar.
The altar was made of rosewood, hung on the middle of the wall, decorated with colorful silk ribbons around it.
In the center of the altar was the red-faced, eerily smiling porcelain doll.
The black mist child from earlier had plunged directly into the porcelain doll within this altar.
Upon seeing this, Mo Ting and I exchanged glances.
We then heard Mo Ting speak:
"It seems that ghost child wasn't completely destroyed. It escaped back into its golden body."
I strongly agreed with Mo Ting's assessment.
Otherwise, how could the black mist child be explained?
"Yes, that mass of black mist should be the ghost child's primordial spirit.
If I'm not mistaken, the ghost child's golden body is inside the porcelain doll.
I'll smash it first. Mo, you stand aside and be alert for any surprises."
I said in a low voice, preparing myself.
I was about to shatter the porcelain doll, retrieve the golden body within, and burn it.
This so-called golden body was the ghost child's remains.
Mo Ting also grunted and stood guard on the side.
With that, I swung my sword towards the porcelain doll in the altar.
However, just as I was about to hit the porcelain doll, something bizarre happened.
I noticed the doll's eyes suddenly emitted a strange green light.
In that instant, my entire body jolted, and a chill ran from head to toe.
I felt as if I were frozen in place.
Not only that, but an inexplicable sense of dread surged through my entire being at that moment.
It felt like I had fallen into a dark abyss, and suddenly the world began to spin.
Even more strangely, through the haze, I heard a voice:
"Blood, cut your throat, and give me your blood..."
The voice was hazy, echoing in my mind.
After this voice appeared, my entire being became uncontrollable.
My stiffened hand, completely beyond my control.
It drew back and moved to my own neck, about to make a cut.
I watched helplessly, utterly unable to intervene.
I had absolutely no control over my body, not even the ability to speak.
My heart filled with intense nervousness and fear, all I could manage was a guttural "gurgle..."
I knew for certain I had been controlled, my mind ensnared by that ghost child.
But fortunately, I wasn't alone; Mo Ting was with me.
Seeing me suddenly stop, Old Mo was greatly surprised as I bizarrely raised my peach wood sword to my throat.
He quickly stepped forward, grabbing the peach wood sword from my hand:
"Brother Qin, what's wrong with you?"
He held the sword with one hand and patted my face with the other.
He found my body rigid, my eyes wide open, unable to speak, and my face covered in a cold sweat.
He immediately guessed part of the situation.
He suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the porcelain doll:
"Facing your doom, you still dare to cause trouble.
You clearly don't put me, the Herald of Light, in your eyes."
With that, Mo Ting raised his peach wood sword and smashed it directly at the altar.
The ghost child likely had limited power; it could control me but couldn't control Mo Ting.
So, seeing Mo Ting's peach wood sword descending, it offered no resistance.
With a loud "clang."
The altar hanging on the wall was immediately shattered by Mo Ting.
The porcelain doll sitting inside had a large portion of its head broken.
Along with the shattering of the porcelain doll, a child's scream echoed.
"Ah!"
Immediately after, a stream of black mist emerged from the broken porcelain doll's head.
It landed directly in the corner of the master bathroom, transforming into a huddled, trembling black mist child.
I, who had been controlled, suddenly jolted awake.
The sense of dread, the coldness, the feeling of being controlled, rapidly dissipated.
My tense body instantly relaxed.
I began to gasp for air, breathing heavily.
"Hoo, hoo..."
"Brother Qin, are you alright!"
Mo Ting asked with concern.
I waved my hand:
"It's not a big problem!
Thanks, Old Mo. Fortunately, you were here; otherwise, that ghost child would have harmed me."
I was very grateful to Mo Ting.
At the same time, I felt a lingering fear of these unclean things.
Every type of ghost had its own skills and strengths.
Even if their strength was inferior to Mo Ting and mine, we couldn't afford to be careless.
Seeing my thanks, Mo Ting chuckled:
"It's a small thing. We're demon-slaying partners; helping each other is what we should do."
A smile played on my lips as I nodded.
At the same time, I looked at the black mist child huddled in the corner.
My expression turned extremely grim. These dirty things were indeed difficult to deal with; I almost lost my life.
As I was thinking, Mo Ting had already raised his peach wood sword, looking at the black mist child curled up in the corner, and fiercely stabbed at it.
But the result was that the peach wood sword pierced its body, yet it couldn't kill it.
It only made the ghost child tremble more in fear and apprehension in the corner.
It also let out whimpering cries...
Mo Ting and I ignored it, continuously swinging our swords to strike.
If we were to be "holy fathers" and let this thing escape, then the Dandan family would perish.
Once it grew, who knew how many people it would harm.
However, the problem we were facing now was this:
This thing was just a ball of black gas, and although it had a voice and a human-like form, it simply couldn't be killed...