I was a little speechless. These ghosts' tongues were all tangled together, not bound by talismans.
They were knotted up and had to be untied by hand, one ghost at a time.
Though I was somewhat speechless, I still sealed up the Heaven-and-Earth Bag and walked forward with the Peachwood Sword.
I circled around the ghosts, looked them over, and finally spoke:
"Bear with the pain!"
With that, I raised the Peachwood Sword and slashed down.
With several swift slashes, I severed quite a few of the ghosts' tongues on the spot.
The pain made those wandering souls howl miserably.
Ghosts were different from living creatures of flesh and blood. Even if their limbs or tongues were cut off, as long as they received offerings and were nourished by yin energy, they would grow back before long.
Unless they had lacked them in life. Then they would not grow back after death, unless a fake had been made on the corpse.
That was another matter entirely.
"My tongue! My tongue!"
"It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts..."
The ghosts covered their mouths, making hoarse, garbled sounds.
Watching the ghosts roll about, I spoke again:
"You've been saved now. Those whose tongues I cut off, go outside and absorb some yin energy and moonlight. The Corpse Collector and his agent will be here soon. Just ask them for some offerings.
"As for those who want to reincarnate through the Netherworld Bureau, gather downstairs later.
"I'll send you all over together..."
After saying that, I turned and left, not wanting to deal with them.
Some ghosts were dumbfounded, but others reacted quickly and hurriedly called out:
"Thank you, thank you, Daoist priest! Thank you, Daoist priest!"
"Thank you, Daoist priest, for cutting off our tongues and saving us..."
"..."
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