Chapter 148 Masked Man
Song Yan swung her sickle, aiming at the masked man's head, but the man was faster than she expected. He flew back with unparalleled agility and stood in front of her, motionless. As if waiting for her to make a move, Song Yan sneered, took out a fire talisman from the space ring, and threw it at the figure, who tried to dodge but couldn't.
The fire talisman was attached to its body, and it screamed in pain. Taking advantage of this distraction, Song Yan rushed in front of it at a very fast speed, wielding the sickle, with the blade pointed at its throat. The sickle flashed dangerously in the moonlight, passing over the man's head, and then something strange happened - the man in the black cloak did not fall backwards like an ordinary decapitated corpse, but made a gurgling sound, foamed, and began to melt into something that might be said to be rotting blood. Although the head was detached, the figure moved his hands and tried to crawl towards Song Yan, as if making a last-ditch struggle.
Song Yan stepped back and watched the thing melt. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and stared at it. The figure kept screaming, getting smaller and smaller, until it finally turned into a pool of rotting blood that was still smoking and foaming, and its screams became weaker.
Fang Yanli felt all the non-existent hairs on her body stand up. She flew to Song Yan and asked in surprise: "What...what is that?" She had never seen anything like this before. What was that?
"Didn't you ask me what a suffering soul is?" Song Yan walked up to the rolling head on the ground and poked it with the tip of her shoe. "This is a suffering soul." As she said this, she used the tip of her shoe to pull open the hood covering the face.
Almost at the same time, Fang Yanli gasped, retched, and flew back, covering her mouth. She shook her head and retched, but because she was a ghost, nothing came out of her mouth. She could only tremble and try to drive the terrible picture out of her mind. "That...what is that? I can't..." She retched repeatedly until she stopped trembling.
Song Yan looked down and couldn't even call out the front. It was like a round stone like a puzzle, with the eyes, mouth, nose and even pieces of skin belonging to different people, as if someone had sewn these pieces together, like a living puppet.
It didn't look human, but at the same time it didn't look like an elf.
Song Yan glanced at the poor souls who were still struggling, and took out a 'salvation' talisman from the space. The souls were bound together by the spell and could not enter the afterlife because they were incomplete. She placed the amulet on her head and watched the head dissolve in the black mist.
She knew that with the blood on that man's hands, although it would be difficult for these souls to reincarnate, they could at least break free from the constraints of the mortal world.
Fang Yanli only turned to look at Song Yan after her head was gone, but even so, she still covered her eyes with her hands, as if she was afraid of seeing something she didn't want to see. "Is it really gone?" She asked loudly. If she didn't know more, she would have thought that Song Yan was a ghost and Fang Yanli was a local. She was so scared because her head was chopped off. What kind of ghost would she become?
Song Yan is now a little worried about Fang Yanli's life as a ghost.
"No more." Song Yan confirmed. It was really funny to see Fang Yanli peeking through her fingers to make sure whether what she said was true. "Why did you kill your father and stepmother with such a little courage you had? Shouldn't you hide in your tortoise shell or something?"
"Haha, very funny." After making sure she could open her eyes, Fang Yanli took her hands away from her eyes and rolled her eyes at Song Yan. "You may not be scared, because you are as ugly as that thing when you are a ghost, but I am different, okay?"
Fang Yanli's eyes fell on where the head was, and then she began to tremble all over. "What on earth is this? It doesn't look like a human or a ghost... It's too... too... disgusting." She couldn't even think of a sentence, and she was trembling all over, looking at Song Yan, who just smiled and shook his head. "Didn't I tell you that there was a shadow threatening me to stay away from Xiaomei? And I also told you that this was an experiment?"
When Song Yan asked this question, Fang Yanlu nodded. "This is the same as the black figure. At first I wondered if I was overthinking it, but it's not the case. The curse may just manifest as something more dangerous, but the way it does is like this. "It can sense the danger coming and know that I am a threat to it... This is an ominous sign for me. No matter how fast it manifests, it has no way of developing consciousness so quickly, and more importantly, it can warn me."
She swung the sickle in the air and caught it when it turned back into a ring. "It was then that I remembered what Madam Gu told us."