Death Curse Corpse Speech

The night sky was covered, and the tree shadows swayed.

Dappled moonlight pierced through the thick canopy, faintly illuminating the miasma lingering in the forest, making the dim night even more eerie and chilling.

In the dim moonlight, a blurred figure was digging a grave with a shovel, working diligently.

It was:

A new grave, old bones, buried in water; a Daoist priest digging up a grave to save an old friend.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would likely be scared out of their wits.

Let alone others, even Mo Chuan himself was muttering in his heart.

Fortunately, he had supernatural abilities to rely on. Otherwise, digging up someone's grave in the middle of the night, even if not afraid, would still be unnerving.

"Thud!"

The dull sound of the shovel hitting the coffin startled him. He quickly sped up, digging open the grave. Before opening the coffin, he shouted:

"Fellow Daoist, don't mistake me for someone else!"

With that, he lifted the coffin lid.

Inside the coffin, Wei Lai suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed in his pupils. After a while, he finally came to his senses.

"Fellow Daoist, why is it you?"

"Does Sir look disappointed?"

"Not at all. I'm overjoyed."

Wei Lai climbed out of the coffin, looked around, and let out a long sigh. "For too long I was caged, now I can return to nature! Lying in this coffin, I feel as if I died once."

Mo Chuan smiled. "Not everyone can endure a confined space, especially a coffin! Speaking of which, if I hadn't come, what were your plans, Sir?"

Wei Lai jumped out of the coffin, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the night air. "I believe in your character, Fellow Daoist."

Mo Chuan fell silent, but his heart became vigilant.

This person was either a benevolent gentleman or a treacherous villain disguised as loyal!

"What about that fierce ghost?" Wei Lai suddenly asked.

"You know about the fierce ghost?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"This place has a solitary mountain dragon, not forming a treasure trove. It must be a place of great inauspiciousness, a soul-binding land! The child buried here must have long since been cultivated into a fierce ghost."

"You also understand the art of Feng Shui?"

"Just a smattering! I only felt the gathering yin energy when I was lying in the coffin! Now, looking at the Feng Shui from the outside, it appears to be a rhinoceros drinking water formation, a posture of immense wealth. It seems the Feng Shui master who chose the spot for the Qian family was also deceived by the outward appearance."

Wei Lai looked around, filled with emotion.

As they spoke, Mo Chuan opened another nearby coffin and took out the urn containing ashes.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing?"

"That fierce ghost has been subdued by me. It's best to move these dry bones to a better location."

Wei Lai was slightly startled.

Having lain in the coffin, he knew very well the power of this inauspicious site!

A fierce ghost cultivated in such a perilous place must be no ordinary one!

Yet Mo Chuan had resolved it so calmly. His cultivation must be quite high!

Looking at his age, he might even be from a prestigious orthodox sect.

"I see, Fellow Daoist has great magical powers!"

"Just a small trick!"

Mo Chuan said, closing the coffin and re-burying it.

Compared to digging, filling the grave was much faster. With the aid of his technique, he finished in a flash.

He stepped back a few paces and examined it closely. It looked no different from before. With new graves on either side, it was hard to detect any signs of excavation.

"I am Wei Lai, a lay disciple of Taiyi Dao. May I ask who your master is, Fellow Daoist?" Wei Lai introduced himself, probing.

"A rogue cultivator from the mountains, my Daoist name is Ming Chen," Mo Chuan cupped his hands.

Wei Lai was greatly surprised. Just as he was about to ask for more details, he suddenly heard a faint sound.

"Someone's here!"

At the same time, Mo Chuan's hushed warning came.

The two quickly retreated into the bushes, concealing themselves.

Not long after, an old woman, about fifty years old, but heavily made up and dressed in luxurious attire, stealthily arrived under the cover of night.

Upon seeing the woman's face, Mo Chuan and Wei Lai exchanged glances, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Because this was the ghost matchmaker who had arranged the marriage for the Qian family.

"Little rascal—"

The ghost matchmaker opened her mouth and shouted.

The deep mountains were silent, and faint echoes rippled, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Little rascal—"

Seeing no one respond, the ghost matchmaker shouted again.

However, the only response she received was the echo.

The ghost matchmaker's expression changed slightly. She looked down at the new grave, at the offerings that were full of gnaw marks but showed no trace of any wild beast. Her face suddenly changed, and she turned to leave.

"Who—"

Unexpectedly, just as she turned, her gaze suddenly swept across a figure, which terrified her, making her heart tremble and her voice a startled cry.

"May I ask, sir, who are you calling for in the middle of the night, before this new grave and old bones?"

Mo Chuan looked at the ghost matchmaker with a serious expression.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind.

The Qian family's second son died at the age of five and forgot his own name. How could he know about "fighting at night"?

Moreover, this place was a soul-binding land, and he couldn't leave to walk among humans at all.

Unless his cultivation could break free from the shackles of the soul-binding land!

But if that were the case, why would the Qian family's second son worry about the person playing games escaping?

"Oh my, you scared me to death..."

The ghost matchmaker patted her chest, feigning fright. Then her expression changed, and she looked anxious:

"Right, Daoist priest, have you seen a child about this tall? My grandson was watching the fun today and actually followed the funeral procession all the way to Tuoyun Mountain. He didn't come back until it got dark. Oh dear, I'm so worried."

"Is that so? Was he wearing a narrow-sleeved top, wide-legged pants, and had two little buns tied at the back of his head?"

Mo Chuan's expression was full of meaning.

"No, no, he was wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt today."

The ghost matchmaker waved her hands repeatedly. As she was speaking, she suddenly looked behind Mo Chuan with a face full of surprise: "Child, where did you run off to? You've been worrying grandma to death."

Mo Chuan looked back. The space behind him was empty.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a sharp whistling sound suddenly struck his ear.

As he turned his head abruptly, a cold glint flashed past his shoulder, but at that very instant, it entered a barely perceptible delay.

It was as if it had pierced sand and stone.

"Crack!"

In this delay, which lasted only a flick of a finger, Mo Chuan grabbed the ghost matchmaker's wrist.

At the same time, the ghost matchmaker's expression suddenly stiffened. Dense black curse marks surged from her neck and spread across her cheeks.

The next moment, she let out a "wow" and vomited a large mouthful of blood. Her head trembled as she looked behind her.

She saw that beside the lonely grave, a young scholar was forming a hand seal, his eyes sharp as he looked at her.

"Lord Black Armor won't let you go..."

The ghost matchmaker, who had been ambushed, uttered a curse of unwillingness. Before her words were finished, she collapsed to the ground, her body twitching uncontrollably. Then her head tilted, and she died completely.

Not even her soul scattered.

"I saw her attack you, fellow Daoist, and in a moment of urgency, I cast a death curse. I hope you can forgive me!"

Wei Lai's sharp gaze receded. He cupped his hands in apology, returning to his gentle and refined demeanor.

A flicker of uncertainty flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes.

Death curse?

What kind of Daoist magic was this?

"It's nothing!"

Mo Chuan shook his head and sighed:

"It seems this ghost marriage involves much more than we imagined. It will take some effort to investigate clearly."

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to worry. Actually, dead people are easier to make talk than living people."

As Wei Lai spoke, he walked to the ghost matchmaker's side, half-crouched down, and pointed at her forehead.

The ghost matchmaker's eyes suddenly opened.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that her pupils had dilated.

"Who is Lord Black Armor?" Wei Lai asked in a deep voice.