A wandering soul capable of fighting Yuan Jing to a mutual draw was naturally no match for Lu Zheng. Poor thing—it heard Yuan Jing call Lu Zheng junior brother and assumed Lu Zheng was some soft persimmon it could squeeze at will.
"Aah!!!"
With a miserable scream, the wandering soul was struck by the Flying Cloud Cleaves Evil incantation, grievously wounded and barely clinging to life.
"Is there anything you want to ask, Senior Brother?" Lu Zheng turned back and asked Yuan Jing.
"Of course!" Yuan Jing nodded repeatedly. "It committed crimes one after another under Yuhe County's jurisdiction, abducting more than a dozen boys. The authorities thought human traffickers were responsible, never realizing ghosts were causing trouble. I was injured, and I couldn't find where those children were being held, so I had planned to return and seek Master."
Lu Zheng turned back and sent a stream of scorching Innate Cloud Qi into the ghost's body, burning it until it screamed again and again.
"Where are those children?"
"In my Ghost Manor!" Unable to endure the pain, the ghost immediately answered.
"Where is Ghost Manor?"
"At the mass grave fifty li east of Yuhe County! True Person, spare my life! I am willing to serve beneath you!" the ghost hurriedly begged.
Both Buddhism and Daoism had methods for converting or capturing demons and ghosts. At best, they could be made into incense-offering guardians; at worst, they could simply be refined into spells.
In any case, demons and ghosts would at least not die outright.
And the ghost before them was clearly not someone with a strong temperament or unshakable convictions.
Lu Zheng gave a scornful laugh, patted his gourd, and took out a Jade Tablet. He first sealed the ghost inside it, then took Yuan Jing's hand and sent