svetikya Chapter 87, Part 3: Summoning the Soul
Chapter 87, Part 3: Summoning the Soul
Just after 5 p.m., Jian Yu dragged Liu Jia to the east wing of the main house.
Time was even tighter than expected; they had to complete the resurrection ceremony before paying their respects to General Lu today.
Le Zheng Fengye pulled Liu Jia into the house, then instructed Lin Tian to stand guard at the door and not let anyone in for the time being, so as not to disturb the person on Liu Jia's body.
The question is no longer whether or not to save Liu Jia; it's a matter of absolute necessity. If we don't save her, and a ghost comes to pay its respects, who knows what might happen?
After Lin Tian went inside, he closed the door tightly, and the atmosphere inside the room suddenly became serious.
Le Zheng Fengye took out the things he had bought last night from under the bed and then waited, waiting for the other person to speak.
A moment later, Liu Jia's condition became abnormal, and her tone of voice changed.
Taking this opportunity, Le Zheng Fengye quickly burned soul-guiding incense, and then took out a small bronze mirror and a copper coin.
Then he placed the copper coin vertically on the mirror and said:
"Lu Xi, the eldest daughter of the Lu family, hear my words! The paths of Yin and Yang are separate, and the netherworld and the living world are different. Now I set up a spirit feast, scattering offerings throughout the netherworld springs, using money as the guide and incense as the medium."
Though your body is gone, your spirit remains. Do not linger on desolate hills, nor be confined to wild fields. Hear this fragrance, follow the money to find your way!
Liu Jia's pupils suddenly dilated, but there was no other reaction.
The second summons proclaimed: "Lu, return! Golden paper paves the road, the mysterious gate is wide open; your earthly ties are not yet severed, your soul can still return. Cast aside the constraints of the underworld, escape the labyrinth of the netherworld, ride the wisps of incense smoke, follow the swirling energy of the netherworld, swiftly return to your former abode, and gather your spiritual essence once more!"
The three summons proclaimed: "May your three souls arrive from afar, and your seven spirits return! I sincerely invite you, and offer you spirit money for salvation. May you not be detained in the underworld, nor enter the cycle of reincarnation. May you immediately return to your original form, your spirit and soul re-entering this world, responding to my summons!"
As soon as the words left her lips, Liu Jia stiffly turned her head and stared intently at Le Zheng Fengye, her teeth grinding together, her expression gradually becoming distorted.
Upon seeing this, Yue Zheng Feng Ye's heart sank.
This person died unjustly and cannot be easily sent away. If all else fails, then we will have to resort to force.
"Quickly, burn that stack of paper money!" Yue Zheng Fengye shouted anxiously.
Su Zixu immediately lit the paper money as instructed by Yue Zheng Fengye.
But the female ghost didn't seem to appreciate it. A gust of cold wind suddenly rose in the room and extinguished the flames. The paper money could not be lit a second time.
Seeing this, Yue Zheng Fengye said in a deep voice, "Young friend Su, execute Plan B."
Upon hearing this, Su Zixu lit another stick of incense to guide the soul, and then quickly took out a pair of red bamboo chopsticks from his bundle, the tips of which were still wrapped with dried rooster blood.
He used chopsticks to pinch Liu Jia's right middle finger, and then Le Zheng Fengye quickly drank a mouthful of strong liquor and sprayed it on Liu Jia's body.
A piercing scream echoed throughout the courtyard. Liu Jia tried to break free, but she was frozen in place and unable to move.
The screams lasted for almost the time it takes to burn an incense stick, only gradually subsiding as the incense was about to burn out.
Le Zhengfengye's temples were beaded with sweat. He stared nervously at the chopsticks until the incense burned out and the chopsticks were still intact, at which point he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"call--"
He let out a deep breath. "Young friend Su, I must say, it's still the old folk remedies from Yindu that work. My master told me about this Red Chopsticks Soul-Suppressing Technique a long time ago, and it really came in handy at a crucial moment."
Jian Yu thought to herself, "The old man really has some skills at using money to revive the soul. I've never heard of the other one."
Liu Jia woke up after being unconscious for half an hour. At this time, the people outside also came into the house. When they saw Liu Jia recover, their expressions varied.
Su Wang: "Tch, so what if I recover? It's just a matter of dying sooner or later."
The others automatically ignored this unpleasant guy, and since they rarely had a chance to get together, they started discussing tonight's mission.
During this time, Zhao Hu first told Qin Cang about his situation.
"He hasn't come back since he went out this morning, and I was the only one in the house this morning."
Su Zixu: "He probably never came down from the master's upstairs again."
Li Zheng: "He came to my place. I went to Zhang Jingjing's room this morning and found that she was missing. If you're interested, you can come over later and look for her together."
Liu Jia: "What are you talking about? I don't quite understand."
Seeing that she looked completely bewildered, Li Na explained the events of the previous day to her in simple terms.
Upon hearing this, Liu Jia's eyes reddened: "Oh... Miss Chen has already escaped. She's so young, it's such a pity."
The atmosphere in the room became somewhat heavy. Jian Yu was worried that Liu Jia's condition would affect the greetings, so she comforted her, "Miss Chen must want you to survive, don't be sad."
Seeing that it was already six o'clock, Liu Jia wiped away her tears and left the west wing with Jian Yu.
Everything went exactly as Zhao Hu described. To prevent Liu Jia from being harmed, Jian Yu made her go upstairs first.
But within a few minutes, Liu Jia came down, looking puzzled. "Miss, there's no one in Lou Lang."