C8 Soul Extraction

Originally, the eyelids of the two of us were about to fight, but when I heard my master laugh, I suddenly shuddered.

That guy was even more useful than the alarm clock. It was terrifying to listen to it in broad daylight.

I shook my head and touched the root of my left thigh with my left hand. I changed the place and pinched it hard, making my mind clear again.

After I read the words that my master said in my heart, I asked in doubt, "Master, what do you plan to do with me tonight?"

Actually, I still wanted to ask, why did my master say that Mrs. Zhao's soul was still unstable and her intelligence was not complete?

I really felt that my master's words were wrong.

There were so many ways to cause trouble to me. It was almost like a chain of events, and it was almost to the point that I was about to be played to death.

How could someone like her be called incomplete?

That meant that I was worse than a retard?

However, I didn't dare to ask.

I was afraid that my master would use this as an excuse to talk about a lot of things and squeeze out my sleeping time.

"It is easy to do these things, but you have to be bold and careful. You must not be careless at all," Master said.

The things that Master wanted me to do were actually just two things: feed her porridge and give her acupuncture.

At eleven o'clock and one o'clock in the morning, I had to crawl into the coffin and feed Mrs. Zhao a bowl of porridge.

Porridge contained rice, wheat, beans, potatoes, and other grains, which was also commonly known as the five grains.

His wife had just come from the world of the living to the world of the dead, so she naturally carried a great amount of hostility.

If she was fed with rice and other grains that contained human emotions on the second day of the Guardian Spirit, it would be able to lighten her hostility.

During this process, I have to pay attention to a few things.

One, the porridge can't be too diluted.

If it was too diluted, it would flow out from her mouth and become useless.

Another thing was that I can only feed her three spoonfuls of porridge every time. I can't feed her more or less.

At midnight, I have to enter the coffin again and pierce her forehead with a steel needle to extract her soul.

In the words of his master, "Soul attached to the needlehead, soul extracted from the tail of the needle."

In other words, when she extracted the soul, her wife would ignore me, a nobody, when she was "three times".

If she couldn't remember me, how could she still harm me?

In this way, I was completely free.

After Master finished explaining, I felt more confident. I thought to myself that Geng Yan didn't lie to me. It was so easy to resolve the ghosts that were pestering me!

Wasn't it just to feed her two meals in the middle of the night and then give her an acupuncture?

Alright, as long as she doesn't cause trouble for me in the future, I can guarantee that I will handle this matter properly.

Not to mention feeding her porridge, even if she wanted to eat pig trotters, I would think of a way to get them for her!

After I understood the process of the night, Master turned around and took out a small black cloth bag from the secret compartment on the wall beside him.

After the third layer was torn apart, a steel needle was revealed.

This steel needle looked like a large needle used to sew sacks.

It was as wide as chopsticks, as long as a palm, flat as a palm, and extremely sharp. It flashed with a blue light.

At first glance, one could feel a trace of evil energy on it.

"Deshui, I should have let you stay here until noon today."

"However, since you just came up the mountain and have many things to prepare, I will let you go back early!"

"Don't forget to tell your second senior brother to prepare the tools for you!"

After saying this, Master wrapped the steel needle and handed it to me, then waved at me to tell me to leave quickly.

I was so happy that I wanted him to kick me out!

I bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Master!"

I obediently bowed and retreated to the door. Only then did I turn around and leave the room.

At this moment, I didn't think about the tools that Geng Yan had prepared for me. I was thinking about the small bed in the west wing.

It was the first time in my life that I had found out that it was so lucky to sleep on the bed.

I felt that it was even more lucky than having a pretty girlfriend!

Geng Yan was the only one left in the west wing. I didn't want to have a fart in my throat anymore.

I couldn't care less about the burning pain in my right hand. I fell onto the bed and wanted to get some sleep.

"Junior Brother, did Master tell you how to break it?" Geng Yan asked.

I knew that he was kind and caring to ask about me being haunted by ghosts.

However, I was so sleepy that I couldn't care less about that.

I said, "Don't disturb me now. I'm so sleepy. If you have something to say, wait until I wake up."

After saying that, I turned around and wanted to hide from him.

Geng Yan laughed foolishly behind me and said, "Look at you! But sleeping is not as important as your life!"

"If you don't prepare those things, I want to see how you will survive this calamity!"

Geng Yan's words reminded me!

That's right!

I didn't prepare anything. Why would I sleep in such a hurry?

When midnight came, I would be empty with only two claws. I would have to feed the female corpse with my saliva!

I fiercely bit my swollen right hand. While I was in pain, I quickly jumped to the ground and didn't dare to touch the bed anymore.

"Geng Yan, Master said that he would let me feed the female corpse two meals and inject her with a needle. He also said that he wanted you to prepare some tools for me."

"What do you want me to prepare for you?" I asked as I swayed left and right.

Geng Yan didn't say anything. He bent down and took out a square wooden chest from under the bed.

He opened the lid and there were things inside. They were wrapped in cotton.

It was no wonder that I didn't hear any clanking sounds when I pulled out the box.

When Geng Yan took off the cotton from the box, I realized that these were all familiar household utensils!

Steel tongs, hammers, iron pliers, iron tongs...

I was stunned for a moment and asked, "Geng Yan, are these the tools I need to use tonight? Should I be guarding the spirit or digging a tomb?"

Geng Yan chuckled and did not explain further. He simply said, "Don't think too much! Anyway, I'll bring them with me tonight. Who knows, they might be useful in some way!"

I nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you to help me clean them up. I'll bring them with me when we set off in the afternoon."

After that, I ran back home. I still had to ask my mother to prepare some porridge for me.

My family was so poor that they could not even afford to buy rice.

I had to ask my mother to borrow some from the neighbors. That would take some time.

When I returned home, my parents were there.

I was afraid that the old couple would be worried about me, so I put my right hand into my pocket and said, "Mother, there's something like this! My master wants to teach me some of the Dao of guarding the spirit. He wants me to use rice, wheat, beans, potatoes, and so on. Look..."

"You brat, why are you hesitating? Mother, hurry up and go to Lau's house next door to borrow some! He has everything in his house!"

As soon as I finished speaking, my father interrupted, "It seems that he is very concerned about my study of the guardian spirit."

After thinking for a while, I said, "Mother, you don't need to make too much of the porridge. Just six or seven mouthfuls will be enough. That's all I mean. After making the porridge, help me put it into the aluminum rice box that I brought with me! I'll sleep for a while first. When I wake up, I'll take it away."

My mother sighed and walked out. My father pulled on my arm, as if he wanted to ask me how my study of the guardian spirit was going.

I raised my elbow and wiped my saliva at the corner of my mouth. He was so sleepy that he had lost control of his nerves.

I pleaded, "Father, please pity me. Don't talk to me for a while, okay?"

"From yesterday until now, I haven't closed my eyes. Let me sleep for a while. Don't wake me up before 2:30 p.m. If that's the case, we can slowly chat!"

While my father hesitated, I didn't even take off my shoes and climbed onto the edge of the bed.

When I closed my eyes, I vaguely heard my father mutter, "This brat." Then I couldn't hear anything from home anymore.

In a daze, I had a dream. I actually dreamed of Mrs. Zhao.

She was dressed in a long white dress and floated in front and behind me. Her speed was so fast that it almost made me vomit.

She had a smile on her face, but it was sinister and frightening.

She kept repeating my name, "... Deshui, Deshui … Come on … You don't need to hide … You can't hide! "

Her voice was sharp and thin, and it was filled with incomparable evilness.

My pee dripped out on the spot, and I was scared out of my wits.