Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"I... why should I endure this..." Zhang Wan covered her ears uncontrollably, her eyes red but she couldn't shed a single tear.

Spirits do not have tears.

But can a little girl who can change her mindset with a little guidance or stimulation really have the heart to raise silkworms at the cost of human lives?

Mu Jiu began to doubt this.

Shen Qiao: "You are not wrong. If you are wronged or bullied, you should fight back, but killing people with your own hands is not in your nature. You can't be as evil as them, so you will suffer.

"You went against your own conscience and punished them, and in the end you even forgot who you were. Now they will suffer the consequences of their own actions and go to hell to be punished. It is not worth it for you to get involved at this time. You should not end up as an evil person."

Zhang Wan choked up and looked up at Shen Qiao, "But... I can't seem to turn back..."

"Then cut your losses in time."

Shen Qiao looked into her eyes and said, "Tell me, who is the person who led you to learn these evil arts?"

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, until Zhang Wan could no longer bear the pressure and slowly spoke, "I... didn't... plant that bug in them... I didn't..."

"You mean, you're not the puppeteer controlling these people?"

Zhang Wan nodded and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her tears, but her current spirit form couldn't touch her face. She put her hand down in frustration, smiled bitterly, and continued, "He was wearing a veil. I've never seen this person before. I only know that He had a strange voice. His skin was yellowish and wrinkled, as if he were old, and there was a deep scar on his neck."

Shen Qiao and Mu Jiu looked at each other.

Given the limited conditions, it is obviously difficult to determine what useful information can be obtained.

"I've told you everything I know."

Zhang Wan looked at the two of them with tears in her eyes, "Is there a way... that wouldn't hurt so much? Kill me?"

As soon as she asked this question, Zhang Wan realized it before Shen Qiao could answer, "I forgot... I can't feel the pain now..."

Zhang Wan has now shed her previous murderous aura and seems to have become the quiet and gentle girl described by Dai Jia.

Logically speaking, a spirit like Zhang Wan's should definitely not be able to stay in the human world any longer, but now that the truth is known, there is no need to disperse it like a vicious evil ghost.

We have to find her original body and bury it, and then consider sending her soul away.

"Where is your body?"

Zhang Wan was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "I thought that after asking that, you would leave me alone."

After they finished speaking, they saw Zhang Wan's hand, which had been condensed into a solid object, gradually dissipate into fine powder, and the speed was obviously increasing.

"Unfortunately, it's too late..."

"Someone damaged her original body." Mu Jiu's face was solemn. As he spoke, he injected a stream of spiritual power into Zhang Wan's eyebrows, temporarily stopping her disappearance.

"When the body is destroyed, the soul will automatically return to the underworld. She still has a murderous aura that hasn't dissipated yet. If she is really taken away by the underworld soldiers like this, I'm afraid she will be treated as an evil spirit and her soul will be dispersed."

Zhang Wan was obviously frightened. She hugged her arms tremblingly, "Just kill me! I'd rather die here than go through the legendary hell!"

Just as she said this, an open black wooden door appeared on the wall behind her, and two thin figures were about to squeeze out from it.

They are the ghost soldiers of the underworld.

what to do……

Shen Qiao looked at Zhang Wan's frightened expression and clenched his hands under his sleeves.

Suddenly, she tasted something cold.

It's Queyuan's bracelet...

Spiritual weapon!

Shen Qiao had an idea in mind. She took a few quick steps, squatted down, and grasped her hand. "Now there is a way to save you from suffering in the underworld. You must listen to my instructions and absolutely do not speak for a while. Do you understand?"

Zhang Wan, who was crying anxiously, could no longer think about anything. She just didn't want to be taken away by the strange thing behind her, so she desperately held Shen Qiao's hand tightly, "Yes!"

Shen Qiao's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

After a few words of discussion, Mu Jiu saw Shen Qiao conjure up a sparrow kite with one hand and directly took Zhang Wan in.

"You..." Mu Jiu realized that he obviously disagreed with what she was about to do, but at this time the two ghost soldiers who opened the door on the wall had already walked out of the door, so Mu Jiu could only put it aside for the time being.

The size of the ghost soldiers is generally difficult to judge by ordinary people's standards. I saw that these two could touch the ceiling when they stood up straight in the cell.

"Hmm? Where's that evil spirit?"

The "black eye" with a knife was obviously unhappy that he didn't find his target.

The "white eyeball" holding the chain looked back and forth at Shen Qiao and Mu Jiu, "How come there are still two living people... Oh, it turns out they are two immortals. My apologies."

"wrong."

Black Eyes looked around the cell and finally set his sights on Shen Qiao. "You even have a ghost in your umbrella."

"I was indeed a wandering soul once." Shen Qiao said with a smile without showing any timidity.

"But I just made a sudden decision and signed a contract with her to take her in as my spirit."

"Weapon spirit?" The man with only black eyes stretched out his upper body and looked at Shen Qiao suspiciously.

Shen Qiao's shadow was reflected in the dark eyeballs. The two heads, one big and one small, stared at each other for a moment, and then there was the sound of a blade slowly being unsheathed.

"Why... don't I sense any connection between you two?"

Shen Qiao still smiled, but the hand holding the umbrella handle had already turned slightly, gathering strength. "It's just unfortunate. We just fell in love, and you two showed up so suddenly. This contract really only has one step left to complete."

When the two men were confronting each other, Mu Jiu's nerves were already tense, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the other white-eyed person who didn't talk much. However, this white-eyed person didn't seem to have any intention of taking action, but was always paying attention to Shen Qiao's umbrella.

"That won't do." Black Eyes narrowed his eyes relentlessly.

"This spirit has hurt a living being and is full of rage. How can a little kid like you control it? Why not let us two brothers take it back and avoid any trouble?"

"Your Excellency, do you think I'm an incompetent person who can't control my own spirit?"

Black Eyes scoffed, "So what? I'm really going to take this ghost away today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shiny blade was pulled out of the scabbard and slashed down. Shen Qiao has always been good at dealing with such sudden attacks, but due to the size difference, he did not fight it head-on, but used the "Liangyi Step" to dodge sideways.

Perhaps because he was embarrassed by having his powerful attack easily dodged, Hei Yanzhu was obviously eager to get back at him. The nearly two-meter-long scimitar passed through the air at an extremely fast speed, and every blow brought a strong wind, almost cutting through the dungeon.

Shen Qiao continued to dodge without attacking, and the white eyeball remained motionless. In the blink of an eye, several knives chopped at him, but not even a hair of Shen Qiao was touched.

His black eyes were clearly showing signs of anger. "If you have the guts, don't hide! I'm going to teach you, a rookie Taoist priest, a lesson today!!"

"Not hiding?" Shen Qiao smiled and actually stopped at the door.

"Alright, I'll stand here and wait for you to chop me. If you hit me, I and this soul will be at your mercy. If you miss..."

"Please both of you go home."