Chapter 199: Chapter 171: Detention

The coffin in the gambling house is something that breeds gambling ghosts, and the dice in a gambling ghost’s hand is his true core.

With Sang Que’s current level, dismembering the gambling ghost is indeed a stretch, but the Yin Child has boundless potential and is already at the ghost level. If not for the protection of the Heart Lamp, her soul would have plummeted like jumping off a cliff in the Nine Netherworld.

At this moment, relying on her unique focus during times of crisis, Sang Que caused the steps in the Nine Netherworld to collapse in an instant.

Her soul fell into a bottomless dark abyss, the Yin Child closely following behind. The dark power from the Nine Netherworld came like a fierce wind, madly rushing into Sang Que’s fragile soul, bringing her strong feelings of unease and fear.

The Yin Child greedily devours these feelings of fear, quickly augmenting his power and furthering his encroachment on Sang Que’s body.

In just a breath, Sang Que’s level in the Nine Netherworld surpasses what the Heart Lamp can protect. Both in reality and her soul’s place in the Nine Netherworld, boundless darkness wraps around her, extinguishing all light.

The intense cold continues to invade, making her entire body stiff and cold, as patches of corpse spots appear on her bloodless, pale skin, exuding the stench of decay.

Thousand Faces widened his eyes in shock, startled by Sang Que’s sudden change, wanting to retreat. He felt Sang Que’s aura became more and more eerie, as if she was about to be consumed by darkness, transforming into a new evil ghost.

Sang Que couldn’t bother with any of that. The closer she got to the fourth layer, the higher the success rate for the Yin Child to dismember the gambling ghost. Even if they only weaken the gambling ghost’s power, their chances of success in captivity would be greater.

Everything happened in an instant. The Yin Child reached out, grasping the void. As the Yin Child continuously drew fear from Sang Que, the gambling ghost’s arm rapidly gained substance in the Yin Child’s palm, and he grasped it tightly, giving it a hard pull.

The gambling ghost’s arm detached from his body, along with it, a dice disappeared from the dice cup.

Originally three fours, became two fours, eight points.

According to the casino’s rules, with two dice betting on size, anything over seven is considered big. The game where the house originally sweeps all bets instantly turned into a win for Thousand Faces and a loss for Sang Que.

The force attacking Thousand Faces disintegrated at that moment, followed immediately by the gambling ghost’s attack on Sang Que and his counterattack against the Yin Child.

Sang Que still had relatives alive in the world, so the attack according to the gambling table’s rules did not fall on her.

However, the attack on the Yin Child, because the gambling ghost’s level was too high, was too deadly for the Yin Child to bear entirely, and the backlash from the Yin Child was transferred to Sang Que.

In general, if the method of taming evil spirits is ’to treat them with respect,’ once the evil spirit is harmed, all backlash will be transferred to the Yin Walker, just like in Black Mountain Village, where the Skinning Master had his arm torn off by the Yin Child. Although the Skinning Master didn’t transfer the damage to Yan Daozi at the time, he later went and twisted off one of Yan Daozi’s arms.

For methods like Sang Que’s ’use it with force,’ which completely suppresses the Yin Child’s taming method, the damage the Yin Child bears will be borne by the Yin Child if it is within the level the Yin Child can endure. If not, a significant portion will be transferred to Sang Que, effectively sharing the harm between the two, ensuring both can survive.

Disguised taming methods make evil spirits think the Yin Walker is themselves, so the evil spirit takes the brunt of the harm, while the Yin Walker bears less. Each of the three methods has its merits.

At this moment, the Yin Child transferred a significant portion of the harm to Sang Que. Sang Que’s chest suddenly suffered a heavy blow, causing her to grunt, and the Substitute Death Grassman inside her collar instantly exploded. The Substitute Death Grassman, facing the power of a four-layered evil ghost, could not completely block it, and only one can be prepared at a time. Nonetheless, a residual yin-cold force rushed fiercely at her.

The Substitute Death Grassman, worth five hundred merit points each, is at the Evil Level. Facing a three-layered evil spirit, it can completely block one instance of harm, but against four-layered evil ghosts, it only blocks part of the harm, ensuring the user suffers severe injuries but won’t die at the hands of the four-layered evil ghost.

Fortunately, Sang Que still had the Copper Coin Armor blessed by Yao Zhen on her, which could block one attack from a four-layered evil ghost, allowing her to remain unharmed in such circumstances, preventing severe injury.

The Copper Coin Armor emitted waves of warmth, dispelling the yin-coldness, and gradually alleviating the rigidity in Sang Que’s body.

“I see the gambling ghost!”

Thousand Faces exclaimed in surprise. By right, the gambling ghost is a four-layered evil ghost, and even if she approaches the fourth layer, she shouldn’t be able to see the gambling ghost, but at this moment, Thousand Faces vaguely saw Wu Renxing in dirty ragged clothes, head lowered, with a face completely in darkness.

His arm was still intact, but the dice in his hand had changed from three to two, with the other in the hand of the hollow-eyed little girl beside him.

Although the gambling ghost’s level was relatively high, at this moment Thousand Faces felt the oppressive presence from the little girl was even stronger. Just a glance made her soul and the evil spirit within her feel as if they were facing an unfathomable black hole, causing uncontrollable fear and terror in both her and her evil spirit.

The gambling table abruptly disappeared, and the gambling ghost, having lost a die, decreased in level. Facing Sang Que and Thousand Faces, two Yin Walkers, he instinctively retreated, and in a flash, broke through Sang Que’s Evil Mist, fleeing towards the gambling house’s entrance.

Sang Que moved, overwhelmed with fatigue, staggering and nearly falling. The Yin Child vanished, leaving a human bone die in Sang Que’s palm.

Surrounding shadows flickered, suddenly many eerie grinning translucent figures appeared, all reaching out towards Sang Que and Thousand Faces.

“It’s ghost slaves!” Thousand Faces, knowledgeable and experienced, recognized the surrounding shadows as all the little ghosts controlled and killed by the gambling ghost, known as ghost slaves.

Once one reaches the fourth layer, they have the ability to cultivate ghost slaves.

Earlier, Sang Que saved Thousand Faces, and this time Thousand Faces, without hesitation, stepped forward, blocking Sang Que.

However, before she could stabilize her footing, Sang Que pulled her behind, her eyes cold as ice, showing no warmth. She grabbed a paper packet, tore it open, and flicked her wrist.

The incense ash scattered in crescent traces before the two, and those ghost slaves that rushed into the incense ash let out piercing screams, burned by the ash, turning into sparks and scattering onto the ground.

Thousand Faces stared in a daze at the tall, imposing figure standing before her, her heart clenched tightly, starting to beat wildly.

She hadn’t felt this kind of protection since her family passed away for a long time.

This Female Night Wanderer, she’s not only righteous but also incredibly reliable!

Oh heavens, this friend she has to make, and in the future, if she asks her for help, um… half-price would do!

…

The momentary obstruction by the ghost slaves allowed the gambling ghost to escape to the door.

Wei Wu had been waiting there all along, the gambling table wrapped in Evil Mist, unable to see what was inside, but as long as someone won and took the money, the door would appear, and then he could be the first to escape.

He didn’t wait for the door to open, but instead for the fleeing Gambling Ghost. As the Yin wind hit his face, Wei Wu’s hair stood on end, yet he couldn’t see where the Gambling Ghost was.

Through the view of the Gambling Ghost, Wei Wu saw the Evil Mist dispersing, Sang Que and Thousand Faces surrounded by Ghost Slaves, had safely left the gambling table.

The door didn’t open, what happened?

In a flash of realization, Wei Wu understood something, he also felt the Gambling Ghost standing in front of him, the rotten stench hitting his face.

But it was too late for anything.

Crack!

Wei Wu clearly felt a massive force strike his face, his entire face immediately caved in, the Yin energy corroding his bones, his whole body frozen in place.

When people die and become Evil, they all have the desire and instinct to possess a living body to be reborn.

At this moment, the Gambling Ghost had already possessed Wei Wu.

Before Sang Que could make a move, Lu Da, who had been watching Wei Wu, rushed over in a flash, a blade enhanced with the Ghost Soldier Talisman sweeping across.

The black blade light flashed and disappeared; Wei Wu’s face caved in, his eyes filled with terror yet with a bizarre smile, his head flying off his neck.

Before the head could land, gray mist entwined Wei Wu’s body like a snake, instantly transferred to a coffin by Sang Que, along with the possessing Gambling Ghost.

Bam!

The head landed, rolling to Ma Zi’s corpse, bleeding tears as it watched Sang Que and Thousand Faces lift the coffin lid and slam it down.

Bam! Bam bam!

The Gambling Ghost used Wei Wu’s arms to continuously bang against the coffin lid, which was persistently lifted.

“Not behaving yet!”

Thousand Faces bared teeth in an angry shout, jumping onto the coffin, using their body weight and the power of Evil Spirits together to suppress the coffin. That face of Mrs. Han gradually melted and decayed during the struggle with the Gambling Ghost, revealing the face of a young girl underneath.

Sang Que, quick-eyed, nailed four peach wood nails with the back of a knife into the four corners of the coffin, taking out an Eight Diagrams Mirror to throw to Thousand Faces.

The Eight Diagrams Mirror faced down, pressed by Thousand Faces in the middle of the coffin, the Gambling Ghost instantly became much more behaved.

Lu Da handled Wei Wu’s head over there while Sang Que removed the red Soul-locking Rope from around his body, quickly binding the entire coffin.

After doing all this, the Gambling Ghost in the coffin was finally completely tamed, Sang Que was already sweating profusely, panting for breath.

“Only one thing left.”

Sang Que took out an ink bucket from the bag, Thousand Faces’ face had already returned to that of a young girl, jumping down from the coffin.

“I’ll help you.”

Thousand Faces grabbed the ink bucket string, and the two of them tacitly retreated, pulling the ink line open, snapping it over the coffin both horizontally and vertically.

They didn’t even spare the bottom of the coffin, inspired by ’Uncle Ying’, how could Sang Que forget?

Only then, the Gambling Ghost was finally securely imprisoned!

*

At that time, on a certain official road in Qinzhou.

He Buning wore the Night Traveler mask, exhausted, riding ahead on a horse, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu followed behind, the three of them had just finished handling a strange case, heading leisurely towards a nearby post station.

Suddenly a cracking sound came from He Buning’s chest. His pupils trembled, pulling the reins abruptly.

Hiss——

The horse neighed, and He Buning steadied the horse, checking himself, discovering that the Jade Token he kept close, hanging around his neck, had shattered. This Jade Token was one of the few things left to him by his mother.

He Buning lowered his eyes, pondering for a moment, then suddenly looked up towards the direction of Wangshan City. Something must have happened to his sister’s side.

Yah!

He Buning flicked the whip, spurring the horse into a gallop, rushing immediately towards Wangshan City.

“Eh? Aren’t we taking a break? The post station is in that direction, Captain,” Xiao Liu shouted puzzled from behind.

Xiao Wu struck Xiao Liu’s horse on the rump with a whip, almost throwing Xiao Liu off, the two of them following closely behind, chasing after He Buning.

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