Wang the Butcher should have followed that sentence with, "You've gone mad."

Before she could say it, I shouted, "Listen to him!"

That surprised not only Wang the Butcher but Feng Ruoxing as well. Ye Yang immediately echoed, "Listen to him."

Feng Ruoxing slowly lowered the hand that had been resting on his short sword. Wang the Butcher stared at my face for a long time, as if trying to see if I had lost my mind as well.

I said slowly, "I never understood what that tuft of white hair on Wei Junyong’s head was all about. Now, I think I get it."

"Those who built the Prison of Souls used living people and demon beasts to test the skills of those who came. They were just trying to remove something from the person beneath the prison."

"The same goes for that white hair on Wei Junyong’s head."

"The Wang and Bai families no longer enter the Prison of Souls, so no one tries to cut away the possessing evil (fu shen xie) that's attached to him. The woman the Wei family brought back, who gave birth to Wei Junyong, did so only to force the two jailers to find someone who could remove the possessing evil again."

"If you don't learn, how can you scoop out people's brains? We'll never get down into the Prison of Souls."

The so-called possessing evil is a general term for evil things that grow on people like parasites. For example, the well-known human-faced疮 (chuan) sores are a type of possessing evil. Some possessing evils can be easily removed with talisman water and spells, but if you encounter a powerful possessing evil, you have to cut it off along with the skin and flesh.

The Butcher Sect Grandmaster is the most suitable surgeon.

After entering through the secret passage, I overturned my previous judgment.

Back then, the Jailer lineage tricked the Butcher Sect Grandmaster into the Prison of Souls, not to slaughter demon beasts as sacrifices, but to remove the possessing evil attached to the prisoners in the Prison of Souls.

I don't know who the person beneath the Prison of Souls is.

The only thing I'm sure of is that it's not a person.

Judging by the age of the person in front of me, even if the prisoner in the Prison of Souls had been thrown in there at birth, they should be over a hundred years old. Can a person live that long?

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Wang the Butcher replied with the cleaver in hand, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The ghost looked at my face for a long time: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

I smiled faintly and said, "Do you have a choice? There's only one Butcher Sect Grandmaster here. If you don't teach her, are you going to teach me how to dig out people's brains?"

The person rolled his eyes a few times: "Junior, listen carefully. If you want to dig out someone's brain while they're still alive, you must cut along the brow bone and lift the skull in a circle..."

"As soon as a person's skull is lifted, the yang energy (yang qi) in their body will pour out from the top of their head. At this time, you have to find a way to suppress that energy. The technique must not be too hasty, you must use gentle force, otherwise, it will easily shatter their brain..."

"I don't dare to scoop out people's brains myself because I'm afraid that the yang energy in my body will shatter his soul, so you have to do it!"

Hearing this, I was pretty sure of the ghost’s identity.

After the ghost explained it to Wang the Butcher twice, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you understand?"

Wang the Butcher nodded and said, "I understand!"

The ghost said grimly, "Good, then do it!"

Wang the Butcher stood there with the knife, not knowing what to do!

I had told her to listen to the ghost just now, but she couldn't listen to him anymore. If she continued to listen, wouldn't she be digging out my brain?

I looked at the ghost coldly: "Bai Hongzhen, are you going to come with me willingly? Or do I have to take you away?"

The ghost exclaimed in shock, "Who are you?"

"Li Po, Yin Yang (yin jian) Inspector!" As I shouted angrily, the Youhun Silk (ghost silk) in Ye Yang's hand shot out and wrapped around the other party's neck.

The ghost turned back and slashed at the Youhun Silk with his knife. The narrow blade met the silk thread point to point.

The moment the silk thread was bounced away, the knife in the ghost's hand turned into a stream of light and slashed straight at Ye Yang's brow.

"Step back!" Ye Yang told Feng Ruoxing to retreat, and met the oncoming blade light with his sword.

Ye Yang's sword was not blocking the opponent's attack, but going straight for the other party's vital points.

Blade light, sword shadows, colliding in the air. Whoever retreated first would inevitably be separated from their body, and if neither of them retreated, the result would be corpses on the spot.

Swordsmen and saber wielders gamble with their lives, often betting on a hair's breadth. Whoever is not ruthless enough will die first.

The cold aura on the sword, the chill on the blade, and the killing intent in their eyes intertwined at that moment. They were both waiting for the other to back down, and they were both waiting for the moment to gamble their lives.

Just as the two flashes of cold light, as fast as lightning, were about to collide.

The sound of the Soul Chasing Rope whistling through the air came from behind the ghost like a thunderbolt. The ghost, who had originally planned to avoid Ye Yang's sword light, was shocked by the Soul Chasing Rope's whistling. By the time he wanted to turn around, it was too late. The rope had already wrapped around his neck and pulled him into the air.

Under the pull of the Soul Chasing Rope, the ghost's body suddenly jerked backward, and the knife in his hand quickly spun back to slash at the rope below his neck.

Before his blade touched the chain, Ye Yang's sword light had swept across his wrist, cutting off his hand and the knife together, sending them flying several meters away.

I pulled the ghost in the air to the ground. Before he could get up, Ye Yang stepped on his chest: "Don't move!"