Would you grant me endless wealth and glory?
To be honest, it was rather tempting.
Who in their right mind would want to be poor their entire life?
But I wasn't foolish enough to believe the words of that old weasel spirit.
If I were to foolishly release her.
She might recover from her injuries, and then I wouldn't even know how she'd end up killing me.
A cold smile flickered across my lips:
"Dream on."
With that, I tightened my grip on the fox's paw and pulled back.
The true soul of the old weasel spirit was directly dragged towards me.
With the peach wood sword held in my other hand, I swung it horizontally towards her head.
"No..."
This time, the old weasel spirit was truly terrified.
This old demon cultivated both soul and body.
What we had shattered earlier were merely false souls.
Only this beastly soul, like an animal, was her true soul.
If her true soul were destroyed, she would completely dissipate.
Amidst a scream of terror.
The peach wood sword in my hand, without hesitation, slashed down.
"Bang." The black mist dispersed.
Specks of light.
After a struggle, the old weasel spirit finally met her end by my hand.
And just as the old weasel spirit's true soul was extinguished by me.
The old weasel spirit's physical body not far away.
Also erupted with a "bang" and a green flame.
This time, she was utterly dead.
"Uncle-master, she should be completely dead this time, right?" I asked.
Uncle-master nodded slightly:
"She should be completely dead."
As he spoke, Uncle-master's tone was somewhat uncertain.
This was because Uncle-master only had a superficial understanding of soul and body dual cultivation.
He didn't actually know the core of this demonic art.
I nodded and scanned the surroundings.
It was only when Uncle-master suggested leaving that I followed him out.
However, Uncle-master still turned back every few steps.
To prevent any oversights.
After all, letting such a demon escape would be planting a seed of trouble for ourselves.
But fortunately, this time the old weasel spirit was truly dead.
When we reached the outermost room.
We found a group of mice gathered there.
And the half-dead ghost infant.
Seeing us emerge, the rats.
Squeaked "zizi zizi," as if welcoming us.
Uncle-master glanced around and then, holding his bronze coin sword, approached the ghost infant.
Tonight, we were here to deal with him.
But we unexpectedly encountered Rat Thirty-two and the old weasel spirit.
It was good that we could eliminate them all together.
Uncle-master looked at the "ying ying" whimpering ghost infant without any pity.
He raised his sword and stabbed.
Precisely, he struck the ghost infant on its forehead.
The ghost infant's eyes widened.
It let out two "ge ge" strange laughs, its body then exploded, and it was scattered into souls.
Thus, the ghost infant in this hospital was completely dealt with.
Just as we were about to leave.
The lead rat suddenly crawled out.
Then it stood on its hind legs and squeaked "zizi zizi" at us several times.
It then gestured towards a nearby spot like a human.
We followed its gaze.
And saw the nine-section whip.
This nine-section whip was quite powerful, a magical artifact of the Bottomless Pit's Old Mother.
Earlier, Rat Thirty-two had used this item. With a cultivation level of only Qi Gathering, he could fight me and Old Mo to a draw.
Judging by the old rat's intention, it seemed to want us to take it.
Although this old rat had gained sentience, it was still just an old rat. It couldn't transform or speak.
If this magical artifact were left here, it might be lost again.
Thinking of this, I asked:
"Are you asking us to take it?"
The old rat continued to squeak "zizi zizi."
Then it bowed towards the west and made several gestures.
It was actually very simple and easy to understand.
Uncle-master watched and replied:
"Alright, we will return this nine-section whip when the time is right!"
The old rat bowed "zizi zizi."
The surrounding rats instantly parted a path.
I stepped forward and picked up the nine-section whip.
It was somewhat heavy in my hand and very cold.
As soon as I grasped it, a chill swept through my body, a chilling coldness that penetrated to the bone.
To be a weapon in the hands of a powerful demon mother, it was indeed extraordinary.
After securing the nine-section whip.
I said to the old rat:
"We're leaving now."
The old rat squeaked "zizi zizi" a few more times.
Then, Uncle-master and I directly exited the abandoned morgue.
Upon reaching the radiology department on the first floor, there were two patients undergoing examinations.
No one paid attention to us.
Uncle-master and I, carrying the nine-section whip, walked out.
Now, our primary concern was to check on Chen Yao's injuries.
Uncle-master called Old Mo to ask for their location.
By the time we arrived, Chen Yao was already receiving treatment.
Old Mo was sitting on a chair outside.
"Little Mo, how is the situation?" Uncle-master asked.
Old Mo replied:
"The doctor said it's just a flesh wound, but the wound is quite deep.
Fortunately, no artery was hit.
The doctor is currently stitching it up inside, and she should be out soon."
After speaking, Old Mo touched his head with some regret.
Uncle-master nodded slightly and hummed in understanding after hearing this.
Seeing that Old Mo was in low spirits.
I motioned for Old Mo to go to the smoking area in the restroom for a cigarette.
Old Mo followed me. I took out a cigarette and offered it to him.
Old Mo lit it with a sigh, and at the same time said:
"I really didn't expect her to sacrifice herself to save me.
It's all my fault, I was reckless.
I thought one axe strike would have killed that monster.
Now, it's turned out like this.
I've even implicated Chen Yao..."
Although this incident was caused by Old Mo.
The old weasel spirit was too peculiar.
If it had been an ordinary ghost or vengeful spirit, Old Mo's previous move would have been enough to scatter its soul.
Even if it hadn't been completely destroyed, it would have been severely injured.
But who could have known that the old weasel spirit was an anomaly.
With the concept of true and false souls.
I exhaled a puff of smoke and said:
"We all underestimated that old monster.
That monster had many false souls.
After you left, we managed to capture her true soul.
It's alright now, the old weasel spirit is dead.
If you truly feel apologetic, when Chen Yao recovers, you can treat her to a meal..."
Old Mo listened to me speak.
He nodded a couple of times.
Perhaps Old Mo's somewhat eccentric personality made him not very popular with women.
After all, what twenty-something girl would like someone who spouted "Hasa Gey" jokes?
Now, to suddenly have a girl risk her life to shield him, how could that not move Old Mo? And fill him with guilt!