The sudden appearance of the black mist ghost startled my uncle and me.
What was even more astonishing was that this black mist ghost spoke, revealing itself to be the Huang Pizi old crone, who was supposed to be dead.
My brow furrowed instantly, showing a look of caution.
I was absolutely certain that my talisman had struck her soul just moments ago.
I had also watched, with my own eyes, as her soul was blown apart.
But why this old demon hadn't dissipated was truly bizarre.
However, my uncle, standing beside me, seemed to grasp the situation.
He exclaimed in shock:
"Demon, could it be that you cultivate both soul and body?"
Soul and body cultivation?
This was the first time I had heard this term, and I subconsciously glanced at my uncle.
My uncle, too, was staring intently at the black mist ghost.
The ghost drifted and floated in the room, emitting an unusually strong, chilling aura.
A pair of green eyes flickered within the black mist.
It then spoke, its voice answering:
"That's right, this old one cultivates both soul and body.
The physical body is merely a vessel.
Only the soul can achieve eternal life.
If you wish to kill me, these methods are not enough, are they?"
Having said that, the Huang Pizi old crone let out a cackling laughter.
The sound echoed through the empty, derelict morgue, extremely chilling.
Furthermore, the black mist ghost began to expand.
Then, like an octopus, it extended tendrils of black mist.
Each one was slender and eerie, winding and twisting.
Resembling black shadows, they looked incredibly strange...
My uncle then hurriedly said:
"Xiao Qin, fall back! Let your uncle deal with her!"
After speaking, my uncle rushed forward.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him.
In that very instant, more than a dozen black mist claws shot out from within the black mist ghost.
With a "swish, swish, swish," they lunged towards my uncle.
My uncle's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth.
He took a deep breath.
Looking at those black mist claws, he spat out a mouthful of blood from his tongue with a "plop."
When those dozen black mist claws were hit by this mouthful of blood,
They emitted a "sizzling" sound, producing wisps of smoke, visibly melting away.
The Huang Pizi old crone in the black mist ghost let out a pained cry.
The black mist shuddered and retreated slightly.
"Ah! Ahhh..."
The sound was piercing and full of agony.
My uncle, blood staining the corners of his mouth, merely snorted and raised his copper coin sword, slashing forward.
"Demon, perish!"
Seeing my uncle's sword strike, the Huang Pizi old crone was startled and dodged repeatedly.
My uncle missed his targets several times.
I watched this, preparing to help.
But at this moment, Old Mo, lying on the ground, suddenly twitched.
His eyes also began to roll back.
Seeing Old Mo twitching and his eyes rolling back,
His lips turning purple and his complexion suddenly losing all color,
I was startled and hurriedly squatted down.
"Old Mo, what's wrong with you!"
I asked with concern.
Faced with this situation, I felt a bit helpless.
My uncle was still occupied with the Huang Pizi old crone's demonic soul, and I didn't know how to accurately help Old Mo.
We were sworn brothers, and I absolutely didn't want this kid to have any accidents.
But at this critical juncture, Chen Yao, who had been watching from nearby, couldn't sit still any longer.
Disregarding the danger and the possibility of being injured by the Huang Pizi old crone, she hurried over:
"Let me check on him!"
Saying so, she began to examine Old Mo.
Chen Yao was a nurse and knew a lot about emergency first aid.
After a brief examination, she started giving Old Mo emergency treatment.
She even pried open Old Mo's mouth and began artificial respiration.
My uncle, who was not far away, watched with a worried expression.
He kept looking over in our direction.
But at this moment, he couldn't disengage.
Fortunately, with Chen Yao present and Old Mo's good fortune,
Soon, Old Mo's face regained its color.
He woke up under Chen Yao's first aid.
Chen Yao also breathed a sigh of relief:
"This is acute hypoxia syndrome. It's fine now that he's awake."
Her words were professional.
Seeing Old Mo awaken, I also felt relieved.
"Thank you, thank you, Chen Yao."
I said gratefully.
Then I asked Old Mo:
"Old Mo, how are you feeling?"
Old Mo squinted his eyes, looking very weak:
"My head... my head hurts a bit, and I don't have much strength..."
Seeing that he only complained of a headache and lack of strength, and that his breathing was relatively stable,
I felt more at ease.
After all, he had been hit by a mental demonic spell and had used a summoning ritual.
Having such after-effects was normal.
As long as he was alive, these were minor issues.
So, I helped him up and said:
"Then rest for a bit. I'll go help Uncle deal with the Huang Pizi old crone's ghost!"
"Ghost?"
Old Mo hadn't fully registered what was happening.
I then said to Chen Yao:
"Chen Yao, please keep an eye on Old Mo for me!"
Chen Yao replied with an "mm" and nodded.
Without further hesitation,
I picked up the peach wood sword from the ground and charged forward.
The Huang Pizi old crone had transformed from the black mist ghost into a demonic soul floating in mid-air, with a human body and a beast's head.
Black energy swirled around her, and her face was ferocious, looking even more sinister.
"You damned Taoist, killing my physical body! Today, I will take all your lives..."