The church seemed to have exploded. Flames soared into the sky as the entire secret chamber and courtyard collapsed one after another. I had no idea whether the whole place would ultimately become a ruin. I suddenly hoped with all my heart that it would just end like this, leaving those two little fiends buried in history. They must never come out to harm anyone again.
Shang Wanqiu stared blankly and said, "Xia... Yitian, could those two little fiends be dead?"
Her thoughts were undoubtedly the same as mine, but having a deep understanding of the art of raising ghosts, I didn't share her wishful thinking. The theories in my mind were overturning my fortunate assumptions one by one, leaving me no choice but to say, "Once activated, they won't easily return to dormancy. It's like winding a spring—the moment the power runs out is the moment they stop doing evil. The method used to raise these little fiends resembles some strange source from the lower realm. As they say, 'those above set the example, and those below follow suit.' Things from the source can never be imitated by those below. These two little fiends are one extremely yang and the other extremely yin. I'm afraid the person raising them still has an even more powerful trump card. It's hard to say."
"You mean these two little fiends aren't ownerless?" Shang Wanqiu asked, somewhat aghast.
"Yeah. I've seen the formation. It seems to be a formation for borrowing a corpse to resurrect a soul. Those two little fiends were originally ghost bodies, but borrowed pregnant bodies to gestate children of utmost yin and utmost yang, forming freakish things that are neither human nor ghost. They seem to be pure energy, yet different somehow. There should be an element of strengthening