Chapter 19 Her Soul Split Into Two
When the grave was lifted out of the deep pit where it was, the blood-colored formation drawn on the ground came into view. In the center of the formation was a straw doll with a talisman with the word "flame" on it, and a strand of hair was wrapped around the doll's head. Song Yan jumped into the pit and studied the formation carefully - there were no triggering or warning spells on the formation. Well, her last concerns disappeared, and she stretched out five fingers, and the black mist covered the entire palm, as if it was on top. Fire.
With a wave of her hand, she broke the formation that prevented her from approaching the doll. The Yin Qi around the doll crackled and dissipated in a wisp of smoke. Song Yan casually walked into the blood circle drawn on the ground, picked up the doll, and looked at it carefully. She found that she was still alive and her luck would soon return. She almost breathed a sigh of relief. " Redeem!" The ring on her finger glowed, spewing out a string of thin blue flames, burning the doll to ashes.
Song Yan looked at the charred remains of the doll, a mocking sneer on his face. "Such a small thing devoured its mother, and almost devoured her too,"
She stepped on the charred remains, venting some dissatisfaction, which was just the first step. She would trample on everything that meant something to Song Lan one by one, until Song Lan had to live the life of a street rat, but knowing Song Lan, she would rather die than live in poverty. Well, that's fine, when she died, she would remember to take her dark soul and shatter it so that she could never be reincarnated... This fate was exactly what Song Lan deserved.
After dealing with the formation that affected her luck, Song Yan got out of the deep pit and put everything back to its original place, so that no one would find out that there was anything wrong. Song Lan was able to reach such a height in her previous life because she was smart enough to hide in the dark, showing a lovely and sweet side in front of the world, but in the dark, she was hiding like a suffocating snake. They didn't even know who was slowly sucking away their vitality, and they became prey to death.
It would be foolish to let them find out. She didn't have the strength to fight against Song Lan. Her dear half-sister, not only had this mysterious master by her side, but also her father. The Song family might not be a big deal in front of the Fu family, but compared to her, who had nothing and no one around her, she was really bad. Quite weak. Yes, now she needed to improve not only her strength, but also the bank deposits she lacked.
"Is it done?" Fang Yanli asked as she watched Song Yan seal the grave.
"It's done." Song Yan affirmed. She cast her eyes towards the tomb where the formation that took away her mother's luck was buried. She took a trembling breath and walked towards the tomb, but the closer she got, the more she was pushed away. It was as if something invisible was pushing her back. Song Yan had no choice but to grit her teeth, put her heels on the ground, and dragged herself closer to the tomb: "This doesn't feel like a talisman."
Fang Yanli sniffed and admitted, "You're right, it feels more like—"
"Fighting aura." Song Yan gritted his teeth and said.
Such a heavy yin energy was emitted from the tomb where the formation was buried. Song Yan only felt similar energy in the places where the souls of those who were wrongfully killed wandered. Those who died unjustly and did not receive justice always had deep resentment in their hearts. These souls would not enter the afterlife, but would form a field around the place where they died or were suppressed - these places would later become grudge fields.
More importantly, anyone who comes into contact with the resentful field will be marked by a ghost, and this ghost will continue to harass the person who enters the resentful field until death.
"Will we be hunted down by your mother? I don't think you can harvest your mother's soul." Fang Yanli said a little nervously. Although she was a ghost, she still felt a chill down her spine when she approached the fighting field. Such grudges showed that the death of Song Yan's mother was not only cruel, but also horrifying!
Song Yan also understood this. She looked at the dark miasma that pushed her away. Every time she was pushed away by Yin Lang, her heart would go cold. How did they kill her mother? This... this grievance not only carried the mother's inner resentment, but also the promise of revenge. Her mother was a kind woman, with nothing but warmth in her smile. She actually pushed a woman like her to such a point... Song Yan's nose was sour, and another wave of anger rushed up, pushing her back several steps.
"Chu Lian, I will never forgive you." The hoarse voice gave her goose bumps all over her body. It was not because of fear, but because the voice came from the bottom of the grave. Fear did not overwhelm her, but instead she was struck by terror. This voice...if it came from the bottom of the grave——
"They split her soul in two."