When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

The night is as dark as ink and the moonlight is dim.

In the west of the imperial capital, there is an abandoned house near a mass grave.

The house was dilapidated, the door was half-open, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and a few crows were circling around the roof, making shrill cries.

The wind blew gently through the dilapidated window frames, bringing with it a whimper, as if someone was crying softly.

Inside the main hall, a dark red light suddenly lit up from the altar, illuminating the black witch's wrinkled, eerie face.

Her skinny fingers slid across the altar quickly, and strange spells leaped out from her fingertips and then disappeared into the air.

"Master, can you really make the Madam's wish come true tonight?" Nanny Chang gathered her cloak, her voice trembling slightly, obviously a little scared.

The Black Witch didn't answer immediately, but narrowed her eyes and stared at the flickering dark red flame on the altar, as if waiting for something.

After a while, she stretched her dry lips and revealed a strange smile.

"I have already enjoyed the four boys and girls you sent me, and my power has greatly increased. Tonight, I will make that annoying girl disappear from this world, and let your master get what he wants."

When Nanny Chang heard this, a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly concealed.

The light from the altar grew brighter and brighter, making the entire hall look as if it were stained with blood.

The Black Witch chanted the spell faster and faster, and her fingers moved across the altar faster and faster.

Suddenly, a black shadow quickly passed by the door. Nanny Chang was so frightened that she almost screamed, but was glared back by the Black Witch.

"They are just some wandering ghosts, why are you so scared?" The Black Witch snorted coldly and swiped her finger heavily on the altar. The black shadow screamed and disappeared into the night.

Nanny Chang patted her chest with lingering fear, but did not dare to say anything more.

After half an incense stick of time, the dark red flame on the altar gradually condensed into a vague figure.

Although her face couldn't be seen clearly, Nanny Chang could vaguely recognize that she was one of the two girls she bought from the human traffickers a few days ago.

The Black Witch had already eaten the person, and now the girl's soul had been refined by the Black Witch into a ghost for her to control.

"Master, this..." Nanny Chang swallowed, her voice trembling slightly.

Although she had long heard of the cruel methods of the Black Witch, she was still terrified when she saw with her own eyes the process of refining this ghost.

The Black Witch's spell stopped abruptly. She pointed her skinny finger at the blurry figure and let out a sharp shout.

"Go, find that girl and bring her to me!"

Following her shout, the figure, as if guided, quickly passed through the window lattice and disappeared into the night.

The main hall fell silent again, only the dark red flames on the altar were still jumping and making crackling sounds.

Nanny Chang couldn't help but shiver. Even though she believed in black witchcraft, she still felt a chill down her spine when faced with the strange scene before her.

What was worse was that she even felt a tightness in her lower abdomen, which was the feeling of having to urinate.

However, she did not dare to lose her composure in front of the Black Witch, so she could only endure the discomfort and stand trembling by the side.

"Master, is there really no problem in doing this?" Nanny Chang asked cautiously.

The Black Witch gave her a cold glance and said, "Why, do you doubt my ability?"

"No, no." Nanny Chang waved her hands quickly, "I'm just worried that something might go wrong..."

"There's no such thing as a one-time event." The Black Witch interrupted her. "The witch spirit has already checked. The sickly man is not here tonight. Only the girl is here."

"Besides, even if there is an accident, aren't you still here?" The Black Witch sneered, and Nanny Chang suddenly felt a chill all over her body.

She understood that the Black Witch was warning her that if she continued to talk nonsense, she might be the next one to be refined into a ghost.

Thinking of this, Nanny Chang couldn't help but shudder, and quickly lowered her eyes, not daring to say another word.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the main room became more and more depressing.

Nanny Chang felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and could fall into the abyss at any time.

*

Xie Mansion, Xunmei Residence.

Jiang Song was wearing pajamas, sitting on the couch in front of the window, holding a medical book in his hand, with a focused expression.

The night wind blew gently, fluttering the curtains, and her hair fluttered gently, making her as peaceful and beautiful as a fairy in the Moon Palace.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Suddenly, a black shadow passed by the window at such a speed that it was impossible to catch its true form.

Jiang Song frowned slightly, put down the medical book in his hand, stood up and walked to the window to check.

I saw only the hazy moonlight and swaying shadows of trees outside the window, and nothing unusual.

But she knew in her heart that the black shadow just now was definitely not an illusion.

Just as she was about to turn around and return to the couch, the black shadow passed by the window again. This time, she finally saw its true form.

It was a blurry silhouette of a young girl, her head buried in her chest, her long hair disheveled, her limbs twisted in an extremely strange posture, floating in mid-air.

Jiang Song's heart trembled, and he immediately understood what it was.

Ghosts are evil creatures created by black witchcraft, specifically used to harm people.

This ghost was obviously coming for her, and judging from the strong ghost aura on it, it was obviously not an ordinary ghost.

Although it has no intelligence, it is made from living people and driven by black witchcraft, and its combat power is above that of a first-level monster.

For Jiang Song, such a ghost would not leave her helpless, but it should definitely not be underestimated.

At this moment, the ghost was passing through the window lattice and rushing towards Jiang Song.

Jiang Song flashed and quickly avoided the ghost's attack. At the same time, a spiritual rope popped out from his fingertips and wrapped around the ghost.

However, the ghost's figure was extremely strange. It rolled in the air and easily avoided Jiang Song's spiritual rope.

Jiang Song's heart sank. This ghost without a physical body was indeed difficult to deal with.

She didn't dare to be careless at all. She moved quickly in the house like the wind. At the same time, she formed seals with her hands, condensed balls of spiritual power, and threw them at the ghosts.

Although Guimei had a strange shape, he was not as fast as Jiang Song and was soon forced into a corner by her.

However, just as Jiang Song was about to defeat it in one fell swoop, the ghost suddenly let out a shrill scream, and its figure instantly dissipated into the air, turning into wisps of black smoke and attacking Jiang Song.

Jiang Song didn't expect that this ghost had such a method. He was shocked and quickly waved his sleeves, causing a gust of wind to blow away the black smoke.

But a few wisps of black smoke still took the opportunity to penetrate into her body, causing her to shiver.

She quickly circulated her spiritual power, trying to force the black smoke out of her body, but found that it was actually wandering in her meridians, trying to eat away at her spiritual power.

Jiang Song's heart trembled. This black witchcraft was indeed extremely strange. It could even erode her meridians through ghosts.

She didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately sat down cross-legged, practicing her inner cultivation method, gathering her spiritual energy into her palms. Then, she slammed the ground hard and shouted, "Borrowing the power of the universe, all things return to one..."

But, before Jiang Song finished reading...

A bright light suddenly emerged from her heart!

The light was as dazzling as the scorching sun, instantly enveloping her entire body, and her skin exuded a crystal-like luster from the inside out.

The black smoke that invaded her body quickly melted away the moment it came into contact with the light, turning into wisps of green smoke that dissipated from her pores.

Huh? What's going on?!

Jiang Song was very clear that he had not successfully cast any spell just now. He was just subconsciously mobilizing the spiritual power in his body for defense, but he did not expect such a strange phenomenon to occur.

Moreover, the feeling this light gave her was actually different from her original spiritual power.

It seemed to contain a more mysterious and powerful power, making her feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

Just as Jiang Song was puzzled, the light suddenly converged, re-entered her heart and disappeared.

Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But Jiang Song knew that the strange phenomenon at that moment was by no means accidental.

"Young Madam, are you okay?" Xie Ankang's voice suddenly sounded outside the yard, breaking the silence in the house.

Jiang Song came back to his senses and responded, "I'm fine, Ankang, why are you here?"

After confirming that Jiang Song was safe, Xie Ankang turned and flew towards the sky, sending out an ice-type spiritual power towards the entire courtyard of Xunmeiju. In an instant, a transparent barrier rose around the courtyard.

When Jiang Song saw this scene, he immediately understood.

It turns out that Xie Ankang is really a monk!

No wonder when he returned home that day, he restrained Jiang Dahai and could faintly sense a trace of spiritual power fluctuation from him.

Moreover, his cultivation...

Without waiting for Jiang Song to think about it, Xie Ankang immediately cast another spell, and four dark red witchcraft ropes suddenly appeared in the night sky.

These four ropes are the means to control the ghost just now!

The ghost is controlled by the person behind the scenes like a puppet through these four witchcraft ropes to attack the target.

At this moment, Xie Ankang had traced its source and revealed it with magic.

His eyes were cold, and with a slight hook of his finger, the four dark red witchcraft ropes flew towards him like spirit snakes.

With one hand, he quickly controlled the magic rope that was about to disappear into the night, and with the other hand, he condensed several sharp ice blades and slashed straight at the source of the rope.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—"