As Seventh Master kept holding Song Xiaotian down, he was beginning to lose his grip on him.
The hand seal he had formed was the Five Thunders Seal, a seal for exorcising ghosts that could subdue most yin souls.
But Ding Ruoning's resentment was too great. She feared neither the hand seal nor the talisman stuck to her forehead.
Her expression grew increasingly ferocious as she looked up at Seventh Master, as though she were looking at an enemy.
She had truly gone into a killing frenzy. Now she wanted to kill us too.
"Ms. Ding, death is like a lamp going out. You originally had a chance to be reincarnated, but if you keep killing like this, you'll throw that chance away. Since you're already dead, everything from your life has nothing to do with you anymore. Why do this?"
I kept trying to reason with her. These words were actually exactly the same as what Seventh Master had said to us earlier.
But we hadn't listened. For the satisfaction of settling scores, we had let Ding Ruoning kill four people.
There was no turning back for her, and we couldn't bring things under control anymore either.
"What do you know! You haven't experienced the suffering our family went through. What right do you have to lecture us!"
"At worst, we won't be reincarnated. Once we've had our revenge, our family will reunite down below!"
Ding Ruoning grew more and more frenzied. Her grayish-white eyes suddenly turned blood-red.
Seventh Master's head tilted back involuntarily, as though an invisible hand in the air were gripping his throat.
"Show me a little respect, and I'll return it tenfold."
"But since you're forcing my hand, I won't indulge you anymore!"
Seventh Master glared at her expressionlessly and chanted, "Born of womb, egg,