Chương 33: Chapter 33: The Vengeful Ghost
The land had been passed down to the next owner, but even his family met with the same tragic fate as those before. Rumors began to surface, spreading like wildfire, claiming that the land was cursed, haunted by vengeful spirits, and that any family who dared to own it would suffer. It was said that the ghosts of those who had perished there would implicate the owners, ensuring their demise.
The previous owner, a man who had purchased the land with high hopes, also fell victim to a series of misfortunes. However, before his family could be massacred, he managed to sell the land to Master Lin, narrowly escaping the gruesome fate.
Fu Rong's eyes fluttered open, her expression hardened with determination. Without hesitation, she bit into her hand, and with her blood, she drew several intricate symbols in the air. As soon as she did, the atmosphere around her began to shift. Dark clouds gathered ominously in the sky, and the once gentle breeze transformed into a chilling, eerie wind. The land itself seemed to respond, morphing into a desolate, forsaken place filled with an unsettling aura. It was as though the ground beneath her feet had become a conduit for something far more sinister.
As the darkness enveloped the land, a blood-red array began to form. It stretched across the terrain, pulsating with an unholy energy. Suddenly, a pool of blood materialized, as if drawn from the very earth itself. The crimson liquid flowed upwards like a fountain, painting the landscape in shades of red. The sight was horrifying, enough to send shivers down the spines of those who bore witness to it. Even Fu Rong, who had seen many supernatural occurrences, found herself momentarily taken aback.
She knew how to unlock the grudge field and capture the evil spirits that dwelled there. However, this grudge field was unlike anything she had encountered before. It was formed from the collective resentment of hundreds of women and children, their souls bound to the land through violence and injustice. Among them was the powerful spirit of the sister, whose death had been particularly cruel and unjust, giving her immense strength in the afterlife.
Fu Rong's expression remained calm as she began to absorb the yin energy from the grudge field, intending to weaken the blood array that was growing in power. She took a deep breath and cut her wrist, allowing her blood to drip onto the array.
The moment the droplets touched the ground, she began drawing more symbols in the air, chanting a sacred incantation under her breath. Her voice was steady, but her body was beginning to weaken under the strain of the powerful energy that surrounded her.
In the midst of her ritual, the air grew thick with black mist. Hundreds of dark, ghostly figures began to swirl around her, their anguished cries echoing through the wind. The howls of those who had been sacrificed on that cursed land filled the air, terrifying those who had come to watch from a distance.
Their faces turned pale, their hair standing on end, as they realized the severity of the situation. Even Mu Ling, known for his fearlessness, felt his heart race with an unfamiliar sensation. Though his expression remained composed, the sight before him was enough to shake even the bravest of souls.
Determined to finish what she had started, Fu Rong pulled out her ghost gourd, a powerful artifact that could capture spirits. As she opened it, she began to absorb the ghosts one by one. But with each passing minute, her strength was waning.
The blood loss, coupled with the continuous depletion of her yang energy, was taking its toll on her. Her vision blurred, her body trembling from exhaustion, but she pushed on, knowing that the only way to free the land from its curse was to capture every last spirit.
After what seemed like an eternity, the black mist began to dissipate, leaving behind the vengeful spirit of the sister. The ghost, realizing that the grudge field she had created had been destroyed, glared at Fu Rong with murderous intent. "Why? Why do you meddle in this cursed place?" the ghost hissed. "You look no older than my daughter... Leave now, or I will kill you."
The ghost's voice wavered as she mentioned her daughter, and for a brief moment, her hatred was replaced by sorrow. But the pain in her eyes quickly turned back to anger, and her aura darkened. "My own brother, the one I trusted the most, slaughtered my family—my innocent children, my infant son and daughter—all for the sake of wealth. I won't allow anyone to live in peace on this land. Those who desire it deserve to die!"
Fu Rong's voice was firm but compassionate as she responded, "It was your brother who betrayed and killed you. I understand your death was unjust, and I sympathize with your pain. But you've already had your revenge. You cannot continue to harm innocent people. This is your last chance—do you want to reincarnate, or should I scatter your soul?"
The ghost let out an eerie laugh. "You think you can stop me? I only spared you because you reminded me of my daughter. But if you want to save these people, you'll have to stay alive first." With a sudden burst of malicious energy, the ghost lunged at Fu Rong, her eyes burning with rage. "Die!" she screamed.
Prepared for the attack, Fu Rong swiftly drew a blood talisman and hurled it at the ghost. The talisman glowed with a bright light as it made contact, causing the ghost to cry out in agony. Without wasting a second, Fu Rong opened the ghost gourd once more, sucking in the scattered pieces of the ghost's soul and the remaining yin energy.
The land grew quiet. The blood pool had disappeared, and the dark clouds began to part. Fu Rong, though victorious, was barely standing. Her blood loss and the exhaustion from using so much of her energy left her pale and weak. Her legs buckled, and her vision went black as she collapsed, her body limp from the strain.
Mu Ling, who had been watching her closely, ran forward just in time to catch her before she hit the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, he carried her to his car. As he was about to place her inside, he felt her stir. To his surprise, Fu Rong, lying weakly in his arms, leaned in closer and, with a soft, almost teasing gesture, kissed him. The unexpected act left him frozen, his heart pounding in a way it never had before.
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