The ghosts that had not yet been taken away by the underworld officials remained inside the tomb, controlled by Jiang Nuo in reverse, their bodies twisted as they gazed eerily towards the entrance.
Just then, Da Simazi brought all his brothers to the temple as planned, thinking that they could begin the sacrificial ceremony and complete the family's secret decree passed down through generations.
When he saw his younger brother's soul captured, and saw Jiang Nuo and Si Yan who should have been a step behind, his face turned ashen, and his steps faltered and stopped.
"You guys are so slow."
Jiang Nuo looked over with a smile, "But timing is everything, it's perfect to take them all in one go."
Da Simazi: "..."
He looked at his brother, who was so ashen-faced that his soul seemed to have vanished, and his eyes twitched weakly. All his hopes had been shattered.
"What does this mean? What's going on? Haven't we already recovered?!"
The brothers who followed behind had just emerged from the joy of their wounds healing when they heard these words.
"Stop fucking cryptic!"
"Exactly! Didn't they say the underground palace could not only restore me, but also involve some kind of sacrifice? Or are you just making things up!"
Before they parted ways, they were quite polite to Jiang Nuo, but now they are aggressive and verbally abusive. It's easy to guess what kind of ideas Da Simazi instilled in them.
Jiang Nuo caught a vengeful ghost. "If you curse me, the consequences will be dire."
The vengeful spirit, suppressed by him, stared intently at the suddenly silent brothers with its gloomy eyes, and slowly raised its hand.
"Aaaaaah!"
The person who had just been hurling insults immediately backed down, nearly collapsing to his knees, crying, "I was wrong! Please don't kill me!"
Jiang Nuo nodded in satisfaction. "Can you listen to me properly now?"
The brothers all nodded in agreement, not daring to utter another word.
Jiang Nuo opened her mouth, but there was so much to tell them that she didn't know where to begin.
He patted Song Zheng on the shoulder, "It's up to you, comrade!"
Song Zheng put away his gun and explained to them everything that had just happened, as well as what the Simazi family had done.
His professional attitude as a police officer made his tone flat and even, without any emotion, yet it was enough to send chills down one's spine, making it hard to believe that such a terrifying ghost town existed deep within this underground palace.
"Sacrifice... sacrifice?! You've all lied to me! You even used our brothers as sacrifices! I'll beat you to a pulp!"
Da Simazi was suddenly punched, and then he was surrounded and beaten by someone, unable to utter a single word of explanation.
He turned his head and glared at Jiang Nuo, "Who are you?! You weren't even mentioned in the prophet's prophecy!"
"If it weren't for you... we would have succeeded long ago!"
Jiang Nuo shook his finger. "That only proves your prophet's abilities are lacking."
"You're talking nonsense!"
The Da Simazi, with his eyes bulging with rage, protected A Wu from being beaten, a desperate act born from the near-hope of hope.
"We were about to succeed!! We were about to break free from this curse that has lasted for hundreds of years! A Wu... A Wu could have left here!"
A Wu kept his head bowed deeply, the scars on his Azure Ghost Face appearing even more eerie in the dimly lit underground palace.
"I want to go out..."
A Wu knew long ago that he had done wrong, helping his father and uncle kill so many people, and he was deeply depressed every day.
Large tears fell to the ground, A Wu's voice was hoarse, each word filled with obsession.
"I want to become a normal person..."
"Sigh..."
Jiang Nuo sighed softly. Perhaps it was the influence of Love Soul's return that made her feel more deeply about human nature than before.
"Didn't you all consider that the source of the curse was the Ghost Prince? Now that his soul and body have perished, the curse will naturally disappear as well."
Upon hearing this, A Wu immediately reached out with trembling hands to touch his face, but the deep scars were still there.
"It'll be gone once you go outside."
Si Yan stepped forward, took Jiang Nuo's hand tightly, and looked at A Wu with a more peaceful gaze.
"But you did something wrong, and you must accept legal punishment."
A Wu lowered his hand and fell silent again.
Jiang Nuo hissed, "I have another question, whose body was it in the basement?"
He could only be certain that the Blood Corpse and the Flesh Corpse were raised by Da Simazi, but he didn't know where the heavily protected corpse came from.
The Da Simazi wiped his face and said in a rough, hoarse voice, "A... a top-grade sacrificial offering, also for the townspeople."
You son of a bitch!!
Da Zhu rushed over and delivered another hard punch.
Song Zheng: "Let's go outside first, we'll talk outside."
Simazi's soul disappeared and could not return to his body.
The way out was easier than the way in.
The brothers understood everything on the journey and naturally harbored resentment towards the Simazi family, wishing they could skin them alive and eat them. If it weren't for Song Zheng and Zhang Lin maintaining order, neither Da Simazi nor A Wu would have survived to leave.
Everything afterward would be handled by the Dao Xuan Association and the police station. Before leaving, Jiang Nuo gave each of his brothers a talisman.
When the police car and ambulance arrived, Song Zheng wiped away his bitter tears and was deeply moved. Although he had come to "donate blood," this case would be an unforgettable experience for him.
Comrade Zhang Lin.
Song Zheng saluted solemnly, "I will report the details of this matter to my superiors. You've done a lot in this case; perhaps you can regain your police officer status."
With tears in his eyes, Zhang Lin coughed softly, his body weak, and saluted Song Zheng before being pulled into the ambulance.
"Thanks."
Jiang Nuo squinted, looked up at the sunlight filtering through the trees in the mountains, and then pressed her hand against her heart.
"Uncomfortable?"
With her attention constantly on Jiang Nuo, Si Yan nervously grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of his hand.
"No."
Jiang Nuo shook her head and yawned, "It seems the influence of Love Soul isn't as significant anymore."
He threw himself into Si Yan's arms, "Let's go home and sleep!"
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No matter how clean it is, it is still a tomb that has existed for hundreds of years, and the dampness lingers after you come in.
As soon as Si Yan got home, she took Jiang Nuo, who was eager to sleep, into the bathroom and gave her a good bath.
" Nuonuo, be good, take a bath first, then rest."
Jiang Nuo yawned repeatedly, slumped on Si Yan's shoulder, well aware of her lover's obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
"I'm too weak, carry me."
A double bath always takes more time.
Jiang Nuo, soaked to the bone, lay in the bathtub, blankly raising her arm in protest.
I want to sleep!
Si Yan brushed aside her wet hair, kissed her forehead again, followed by her ravaged lips, their fingers intertwined.
Jiang Nuo swallowed her protest, her whole body trembling slightly, and could only collapse helplessly into Si Yan's arms, as the water kept washing over and squeezing in.
Back in her familiar and safe environment, Jiang Nuo was no longer wary of her surroundings and fell soundly asleep after taking a shower.
He briefly woke up when he was carried back to bed, but the warm colors of the bedroom and his lover's caresses made him close his eyes again.
I woke up again in the evening of the second day.
Si Yan ordered a table full of delicacies, and the two of them nestled on the sofa and ate their fill. With Jiang Nuo keeping them company, Si Yan's appetite had been greatly enhanced.
" Nuonuo, I need to go back to the association tomorrow."
The case is closed, but there are still many follow-up matters to be dealt with, Si Yan needs to go back and report to the old man.
Jiang Nuo remembered this and looked up at him, "By the way, you don't remember anything about your past life?"
"No."
Si Yan fed him a small meatball, "The same soul in past lives and present lives, but different people, that's not how it is."
"That's good."
Jiang Nuo nodded in relief.
The phone rang. Jiang Nuo, who was wearing gloves and gnawing on a chicken carcass, gestured for Si Yan to answer the phone.
Good evening, Brother Cui ~