Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Someone heard Gao Lin's voice and instinctively turned around to check on him with a flashlight.

Immediately afterwards, screams pierced the sky.

"A ghost! There really is a ghost!"

The person who saw it clearly had a trembling voice.

As if to fit the occasion, the dim flashlights began to flicker incessantly.

The crowd was already terrified by the inexplicable ligature marks on Aunt Zhang's body, and when they turned around and saw this scene, those with weak hearts fainted on the spot.

The villagers who were carrying Zhang Ronghua simply threw down this burden and ran back without looking back.

"Let's go!" The village chief's face turned from green to white, as if things had taken him by surprise. He immediately took out a bronze mirror from his body and stood it upright on the ground.

The female ghost stretched out her sharp claws, her body twisting as she flew out, past the mirror, and when she was two meters away from the door beam, a black chain suddenly appeared around her neck, tightening more and more, and then hoisting her back onto the door beam.

Unable to utter a sound, she could only glare venomously at the departing group, tears of blood streaming from her dark, hollow eyes onto her pale, paper-white face.

Only after the group had completely disappeared did she remember her prey that was right in front of her.

Her graceful figure turned slowly, and her sharp, bluish-white claws swiftly attacked Jing Li.

"Zi!"

The moment the ghost hand touched Jing Li, it was burned black, and the charred part turned into black mist that drifted into the air.

Unable to make a sound, she could only twist her body and pull her arm back.

Jingli ignored her, stared at the bronze mirror for a moment, did not go forward, turned around and went back into the house, lying down on the only piece of furniture, the old-fashioned rattan chair.

She sighed deeply, not even glancing at the female ghost.

This body is severely depleted; it can't withstand even a trace of her merit.

The world today is no longer the world she knew.

The spiritual energy here is very weak, but fortunately, her merits from her previous life were so great that she could convert them into spiritual power to cast spells.

In her view, the owner of this body had long since died; she was the first mystic from ten thousand years ago—Jing Li.

Mystic masters use spiritual power to summon wind and rain, control the forces of nature, and manipulate all things.

Their abilities are diverse, but Jing Li has only mastered the art of formations.

She has been dead for many years, but somehow she ended up in this body by some strange twist of fate.

The throbbing scars on her arm reminded her that there was still much to be done if she wanted to truly be reborn.

Firstly, the wishes of the person offering the sacrifice.

The original owner's life in her memories was absolutely terrible... However, now that she's here, she'll teach those who bullied her a lesson one by one.

Cause and effect are the things Jingli least wants to get involved with.

This is why she couldn't agree to the original owner's request at first.

Good deeds bring good results, and evil deeds bring evil results.

This world is governed by cause and effect; using one's abilities to ruin someone else's luck for no reason will not be tolerated by Heaven. In the past, she wouldn't have cared much about the backlash from such trivial matters. But now, she herself is subject to cause and effect.

Secondly, the backlash from one's own karma.

As a cultivator, Jing Li was resurrected in another's body. Although it was not voluntary, she still had to accept the punishment of Heaven.

The Soul-Devouring Array is an evil technique, and the force she will suffer is probably twice that of an ordinary person who defies fate.

If she were to further damage the fortune of others in this world without cause, then the power of merit would no longer protect her.

It's hard to accept such a huge impact when their strength hasn't been fully recovered.

She needs materials to set up an array for herself to withstand the backlash from Heaven.

In this village, she seemed to be able to sense the materials she needed to set up the formation...

The octagonal mirror, its origin is unknown.

Jingli tore off the strip of fabric from the hem of her skirt, gathered up the hair that was stuck to her skin, quickly tied it into a knot, lay down on the rattan chair, and fell asleep.

She completely forgot about the female ghost still staring at her with a venomous look from the door lintel.

The black iron chains faintly emitted a dark aura, preventing the menacing female ghost from taking another step forward.

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A group of people ran back to the village from the mountain, each with a look of terror on their face. They rushed home, slammed the door shut, and muttered incoherently, "It's her! She's coming for revenge..."

At the village chief's home.

As soon as the village chief's wife opened the door, she saw the village chief with a gloomy face, and her cheerful smile froze on her face.

"Something happened?" she asked in a low voice.

Gao Lin, still shaken, followed him in.

He was about to speak when the village chief's wife stopped him with a look, gesturing towards the main room behind her.

Gao Lin followed suit and peered over.

The courtyard is not large; you can see the inside from the gate.

The main room was small, furnished with some simple wooden furniture. The furniture was not large, except for a long table that was as long as the wall, directly opposite the door. On the table was a bronze figure, and in front of it was an incense burner. The bronze figure looked like a doll, with its black eyes rolling around.

Two men and three women were sitting on low wooden chairs, seemingly arguing, and did not notice the bronze statue. The girl sitting near the door suddenly jumped up, her sweet voice revealing her dissatisfaction.

"What?! Is this a place for humans to live?"

The girl's tone was quite agitated as she vented her anger at the girl diagonally opposite her, "Chu Xia! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be stuck in this place at all."

The girl speaking at this moment was wearing a black windbreaker on top, a fitted tank top underneath, and loose jeans on the bottom. Her slender figure seemed to have been carefully sculpted.

Her delicate and beautiful face was filled with impatience.

She's a great beauty.

"I didn't force you." The girl diagonally opposite her also sounded very displeased. She was also dressed in hiking gear and had her hair tied in a neat ponytail. Her appearance was slightly less attractive than the delicate girl's, but her cool and aloof temperament made her unforgettable.

Another girl was holding a huge backpack, her eyes downcast, seemingly lost in thought.

Two men are testing a compass to see if it's broken.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the handsome young man with dark brown curly hair spoke up to stop them, "Xixi, say less."

"Second cousin, what do you mean? You're actually helping her!" Nangong Qian puffed out her cheeks, glared at the boy, and looked unhappy.

Chu Xia disapproved of the girl's behavior and interjected with a half-smile, "Nangong Qian, if you want to leave, you can leave now."

"Why should I? If anyone should leave, it should be you." Nangong Qian was furious, and her words came out like a string of pearls. "Chu Xia, don't take advantage of Zhao Yanchen's affection for you. You're just a country girl. If it weren't for Zhao Yanchen, would you even deserve to be in the Royal Academy?"

Upon hearing this, the man who had been studying the map and compass changed his previously amiable expression, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness, and he exuded a faint but palpable aura of malevolence. "Qiao Feng, keep an eye on your sister, don't let her go crazy."

Qiao Feng quickly covered Nangong Qian's mouth, also a little angry, "Qianqian, if you keep making trouble, I really won't care about you anymore."

Nangong Qian made a "woo-woo" sound, her eyes wide open, as if she wanted to stare a hole through Qiao Feng's head.

Chu Xia scoffed dismissively, "Idiot."