[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-there-is-a-malevolent-spirit":3,"chapter-there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-65":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","There Is a Malevolent Spirit",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2263171,4416,"Chapter 65: 64, The Ghost-Adjacent Pill Formula","there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>64, The Ghost-Adjacent Pill Formula\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sour stench of fermented grain filled the wine cellar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Chang sniffed, and beneath the grain’s odor, he faintly detected the reek of decaying flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still lay inside the coffin at the front of the cellar, where a stone tablet bore the inscription “Wen Yongsheng”; Wen San and Wen Si, their faces scarred with boils and burns, lifted the coffin lid’s ends and sealed it shut over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men stared into the coffin at Zhou Chang, their expressions complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the lid slowly closed, Wen San couldn’t help but say to Zhou Chang: “How—did you come back again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This time, you won’t get out…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I going to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Chang, lying inside the coffin, blinked his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen San said nothing, only shook his head and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hum!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coffin lid sealed completely; darkness swallowed Zhou Chang’s vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that exact moment the lid closed, Wen Si quietly slipped a palm-sized iron shard into the coffin, where it landed beside Zhou Chang’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Chang groped for the shard, lifted it to his eyes, and examined it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One edge of the rusted iron had been worn down over years of grinding, forming a thin, sharp blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This shard had been deliberately shaped into a small knife; the blunt end had been tightly wrapped in layers of rag. Such a crude knife, in most situations, served little purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trapped inside a coffin, trying to pry open the wood with this knife was pure fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet holding a knife in hand offered at least some psychological comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Chang studied the knife for a while, sighed, and tucked it close to his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threads of thought drifted out from between his brows, weaving into clothing across his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Bai Nainai had enhanced his thought-threads, turning them directly into water that froze and trapped Er Zhouyang’s feast-nourishment, Zhou Chang’s thought-threads had shown no outward progress—but he felt they had fundamentally changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Previously, once his thought-threads hardened into iron threads, they ceased growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his thought-threads might have surpassed the “iron thread” stage and continued to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Nainai, Bai Pandi, was the source of Zhou Chang’s thought-threads and Bai Xiue’s lotus-threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought-threads flowed into the purple-black lips on Zhou Chang’s left palm, transforming into thick strands of black cotton thread that wound in layers around his sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Zhou Chang donned the Ghost Death Robe, its aura of dread and terror radiating from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He split his focus: part of the transformed black cotton threads drifted out of the coffin to await the absorption of mycelium growing on the rice mounds, while another portion stretched taut and plunged deep into the corpse of the Jian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jian corpse trembled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ghost Death Robe clung tightly to the body, suppressing its struggles!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Zhou Chang intended to try something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Qian Chaodong’s voice echoed from far above, reverberating chaotically throughout the cellar: “Begin fermentation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begin fermentation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begin fermentation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The echoes cascaded downward, instantly multiplying into voices of men, women, and children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those countless voices shouted in unison—and in that instant, merged into a single deep male voice Zhou Chang had never heard before: “Begin fermentation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hum…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every grain pile atop each cellar pit, mycelium sprouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grain mounds were wrapped in mycelium, gradually becoming rice mounds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of those who came to Wen Yongsheng’s cellar to be cured of madness, nine out of ten were not truly ill—they merely believed themselves mad, suffering hysterical delusions; thus, the grain piles once covering the pits had never produced mycelium or grown into rice mounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, with that deep male voice spoken, every grain pile in the cellar began fermenting mycelium, growing into rice mounds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “people” buried deep in each pit must all have gone mad!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, whether mycelium grew atop the grain piles had never been the true standard for judging madness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shhh-shhh-shhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clusters of black cotton threads burst from Zhou Chang’s pit, spreading in all directions, frantically drawing purified delusions from every surrounding rice mound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purified spiritual energy absorbed by the transformed cotton thought-threads was partly retained by the Ghost Death Robe—the robe’s aura of dread gradually faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The majority of the spiritual energy was directly absorbed by Zhou Chang’s living soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding rice mounds continuously sprouted mycelium, only for it to be drained of spiritual energy, causing the mycelium to wither and vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the continuous influx of vast spiritual energy, Zhou Chang’s spirit was full and clear!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His five senses steadily strengthened!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when his thoughts clung to the outward-spreading cotton threads, he could perceive blurred images of the outside world through them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Chang’s eyes glowed in the dark coffin chamber, sparks flashing within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured softly, focused his mind—and the cotton threads embedded in the Jian corpse’s flesh hollowed at their tips, each strand becoming like a needle, drawing in delusion-nourishment from within the corpse!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chii—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A torrent of delusion-nourishment flowed along the hollow thought-threads, surging over Zhou Chang’s Ghost Death Robe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As before, part of the delusion-nourishment was intercepted by the robe, while the rest was directly channeled into Zhou Chang’s living soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spiritual energy drawn from the rice mounds strengthened Zhou Chang’s spirit and sharpened his senses;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The delusion-nourishment drawn from the Jian corpse battered his nature-soul, clouding his mind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two utterly different energies clashed upon Zhou Chang’s nature-soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The delusion-nourishment burned like fire, forging his nature-soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spiritual energy chilled like a deep pool, tempering his mind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nature-soul, like raw iron, was shaped and honed into a blade under the dual forces’ collision, guided precisely by his own will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaaaaah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jian screamed, its stored feast-nourishment draining wildly; its body withered like a dried husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Ghost Death Robe wrapped around it, the “longevity” characters gradually transformed into pale, gaping lips and teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chaotic nourishment and the clear spiritual energy acted together upon Zhou Chang’s living soul—his right eye perceived the clear, tangible reality before him, while his left eye showed chaotic visions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragmented, twisted characters from the “Great Mind Pill Scripture” rapidly assembled in his left eye’s vision, forming complete yet distorted little figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those little figures leapt and danced into Zhou Chang’s left pupil; his left eye observed the Ghost Death Robe sprouting pale lips and teeth, and heard a voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ingredients: the terror-root contained within the human placenta…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low-grade…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can serve as the ingredient for the ‘Ghost-Adjacent Pill Formula’…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apply the ‘Six Needles of the Hidden Lady’ to enhance this medicine and elevate its quality…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ‘Six Needles of the Hidden Lady’: First, Flying Clasp—silently chant ‘Hidden Needle, Hidden Needle,’ flowers vanish unseen, and the Hidden Lady’s spell is cast, locking the thread with the Flying Clasp…”\u003C\u002Fp>",1132,"2026-06-19T18:47:42.084Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4a7fa243bf3de3c29108c3f6477f7cbee841acfad247b233ee3d7f7525def125","there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-66","there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-chapter-64",209,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthere-is-a-malevolent-spirit-cover.jpg"]