Chapter 345: Mother and Daughter Sharing One Soul

This was a scream uttered when on the verge of despair; anyone could hear the panic and unease mixed inside.

When I heard the scream, I instinctively thought it was a spirit causing trouble, but when I lowered my head to look at the grave gentleman curled in the corner, felt the weight of the package in my hand, and saw the female ghost still there, I became puzzled.

No one knew what was going on, but Yao Yirong and I both unconsciously tightened. Before coming out, I had scattered medicine powder around the grave gentleman to prevent him from escaping. Then I picked up the unconscious Taozi and followed Yao Yirong as we ran out.

Character: Tang Zheng curled up in the wall corner, his whole body trembling, he clutched a chair tightly in front of him.

Beside him stood a plump woman, glaring at him with hatred; even an ordinary person could tell this fat woman was a female ghost, because her feet didn't touch the ground.

I instantly wondered what crime Taozi's company had committed, that vengeful ghosts came one after another—first the grave gentleman rushed in here, then I collected a long-haired female ghost… and now this fat woman appeared; what kind of trick is this?

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I know I was wrong," Character: Tang Zheng shrank in the corner, trembling with fright, seeing me come out, as if grabbing a lifeline, he hurriedly crawled toward me.

"Master, quickly, quickly take her," Character: Tang Zheng pointed at the plump female ghost and cried out in fear.

"Well, you even brought helpers…" the fat woman's face was filled with gloom, she gave a grim cold smile: "No matter how many people come today, Character: Tang Zheng, I will make you pay your blood debt with blood."

As her words fell, a rolling thunder flashed outside the window, then dark clouds covered the sky; anyone could see through the window the rolling clouds.

The hall filled with a violent aura, oppressive enough to make one's breath stop; this aura startled me—looking at the female ghost's appearance, she should be an ordinary vengeful spirit, how could she have such soaring killing energy?

Of course, her killing intent, compared to that of armored soldier spirits or Ancestor Yu Tai, was still far inferior by more than one level, but I still dared not be careless, after all I didn't have Ancestor Yu Tai's cultivation.

I set Taozi down, letting Yao Yirong and Fang Zheng carefully look after her, then took out the few talismans I had, cautiously guarding against the plump female ghost.

But the fat woman's ferocity exceeded my expectations; everyone's resistance lasted less than five minutes, she didn't even let me utter a polite phrase, she directly lowered her body and charged at me.

"Yin Evil Body Rush," I exclaimed in shock, quickly stepping back; this unconventional attack is a method vengeful spirits use against ordinary people—using their own soul bodies to rush at the opponent, aiming to extinguish the three lamps on the person's body through aura interference; though not as terrifying as tearing and biting, its cruelty is far beyond ordinary means.

With nowhere left to retreat, I directly performed a lazy donkey roll to dodge, while lowering my body I stuck the talisman on the back of my hand; during the roll, without thinking, I swept it behind me.

The plump female ghost let out a piercing shriek, harmed by the talisman, she emitted a foul black smoke from her body; but her resentment was too heavy, her stubbornness comparable to the grave gentleman's—though the talisman was strong, it couldn't inflict much damage on her.

Seeing her charge recklessly while my talismans were being used up one after another, in desperation I employed the Thousand Catties Drop martial art that Fan Tiansheng had taught me before leaving.

Speaking slowly, acting quickly—just as I chanted the formula and prepared the Thousand Catties Drop, the female ghost's body was already less than a centimeter away from me.

I seized the momentum to fall down, then under her astonished gaze, I swept my leg along the ground, drawing a circle.

The Thousand Catties Martial Art of Mount Yin differs from Old Master Yang Seventh's Thousand Catties Martial Art; one of its uses resembles the Yin Five Thunder, and it can also be released silently with both feet.

Perhaps my cultivation is shallow, I haven't fully grasped this technique, so its killing power is weak when used, not like the legend where it immobilizes ghosts completely.

However, delaying her for a moment was already enough.

While she was trapped in this small circle, I stood up and drew a Thousand Catties Flourish mark on my hand, then struck down at her shoulder.

This is a suppression specifically aimed at spiritual bodies; an ordinary person hit by the Thousand Catties Flourish is equivalent to being pressed by a thousand‑catty boulder, until the body can't bear the weight and tendons burst, causing death.

A ghost feels the same as an ordinary person, except the target is the soul; this method is also one of the Thousand Catties Martial Arts, called the Thousand Catties Hoop, which hoops ghosts, not humans.

But unexpectedly, this fat woman was not only large in stature but also strong in strength; I used both hands, yet couldn't crush her—instead, a rebound force came from my palms, numbing my arms; in an instant I switched hands, my remaining left hand drew the Maoshan Sect's Heaven‑Overturning Seal, and together with my right hand's Thousand Catties Drop I pressed forward.

Finally, under my suppression, the situation tilted completely in my favor; the female ghost gradually lowered herself; give me ten more minutes and I could make her soul scatter.

However, man proposes, heaven disposes—just as I and the female ghost were locked in mutual suppression, unable to move, another scene unfolded outside.

What made me sense something abnormal outside was Yao Yirong's scream; when I turned my head, I saw a small boy appear in the field, chubby, likewise his feet didn't touch the ground—he was a ghost.

Even more startling, Character: Tang Zheng foolishly laughed, following behind that boy step by step toward the windowsill.

This situation looks like his spirit has been bewitched.

I secretly thought "oh no," in panic I loosened my grip, almost allowing the female ghost trapped by the Thousand Catties Martial Art to escape; frightened, I reapplied force, daring not to lose focus.

At this moment I finally understood why this fat woman looked so hard to deal with—observing the infant spirit's aura on the boy, it was exactly the same as the plump female ghost's; they are mother and child sharing one soul—no doubt, that's exactly it.

After a pregnant woman commits suicide, the infant spirit is born, thus becoming mother‑child sharing one soul; such pregnant women belong to a type of fierce ghost, the unborn child, if aborted, easily becomes a resentful infant spirit; if the mother dies with the child, it's resentment upon resentment, not something ordinary means can subdue.

But judging by this mother‑child pair, they seem to have died not long ago, their cultivation isn't high either—otherwise my situation would be even more awkward. Yet even though they died recently, it's still enough for me to drink a pot of. The dead mother drags me tightly, the child runs off to harm people… former waves, later tigers, leaving me stretched thin.

In this urgent situation, I could only grit my teeth, hold my breath, and loudly shout Character: Tang Zheng's name, hoping to wake him from the ghost‑deluded state; but I am not Character: Tang Zheng's relative, we aren't familiar, nor do we share deep feelings, so even shouting till my throat is raw won't help much.

Although Yao Yirong didn't know what good my shouting would do, she still followed my lead and began shouting Fang Zheng's name behind me.

This moment made me feel veins jumping on my forehead, a surge of reverse blood rushing from my chest to my throat; "Old Master, you shouldn't just keep shouting—run over and pull him a few times, or fully unleash your violent tendency and kick him a few times; in short, kick him away so the boy can't lure him."

But this woman, why at this moment does her tendon not reflex?

"Don't just keep shouting, move your hands and feet—will that work?" In desperation I shouted loudly.

Yao Yirong stared, then asked in surprise: "It's a ghost, I'm a person, how can I fight him?"

"Who told you to fight ghosts—you fight Character: Tang Zheng, will that work?" I shouted while suppressing the fat woman, feeling the urge to vomit blood, frustrated.

The next scene made me unable to watch—Yao Yirong's reaction was not slow at all; as soon as I finished speaking, she ran straight to Fang Zheng's side and kicked his neck sideways in mid‑air.

With a "pa" sound, Character: Tang Zheng flew backward; I think his neck must have been sprained as well.

Even though I remain wary of Yao Yirong's violent streak in my heart, I have to admit she played this move beautifully—though this kick injured Character: Tang Zheng, at least it also ruined that little boy's scheme.

Yao Yirong clapped her hands, lifted her nose and snorted at me, proudly saying: "How about it, Miss's move, pretty nice, huh?"

Her smugness earned my unwilling smile—yes, her move was pretty, but she forgot that arrogance is a major taboo on the battlefield; behind her still stands that little boy, and this boy is moreover an infant spirit.

I hadn't even finished warning when, the next second, Yao Yirong paid the price for her carelessness.

A chair flew up from behind and smashed her neck, knocking her unconscious.

The one who struck was naturally the five‑year‑old infant spirit; after wielding a table to knock Yao Yirong out, he ran back to Fang Zheng's side, gave an eerie smile, and once again silently and soundlessly bewildered Character: Tang Zheng.

The bewildered Character: Tang Zheng was like a witless puppet, step by step following that infant spirit toward the open windowsill.

The situation again turned grim—two people unconscious in the field, one unable to move, another ghost‑deluded and walking toward the windowsill; if not rescued soon, they'll soon be deluded enough to jump from the building.

But I dare not loosen my grip—if I let go of this fat woman to save Character: Tang Zheng, I can't guarantee she won't attack the unconscious Yao sisters.

What should I do? What should I do?

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