Chapter 41: Soul-Piercing Needle

  This cave is different from the one I live in, and all the furniture that should be in this cave is complete. In the center of the cave, a kerosene lamp is lit, illuminating the entire cave brightly.

  At this time, the little kid was lying motionless on a table, and the girl was sitting beside the table with a look of panic. I figured it out, probably because the kid fainted last night and hasn't woken up until now, but the girl is also at a loss for what to do.

  I took another look into the cave and didn't see the shadow of the old man's corpse. My heart skipped a beat, and I decided to slip inside. The entrance was somewhat narrow, and as soon as I went in, I almost completely blocked out the light; fortunately, the girl's attention was all on the child, and she hadn't noticed at all.

  I entered the cave and found a darker corner to hide in, continuing to stare at the girl who was not far away.

  But as I looked, my attention was completely focused on the girl. Because this girl is really too beautiful, even in this cave, it gives people a sense of extraordinary and elegant beauty. When she didn't notice, my line of sight began to move on her body.

  But after all, I'm still young, and when I look at her, I don't have that kind of feeling between men and women in my heart, I just think she's pretty and can't help but take a few more glances.

  As I lost my god, the girl suddenly stood up and shouted in panic. I woke up to see the child on the table convulsing non-stop, foaming at the mouth. The girl cried out: "Brother, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?"

  While shouting, the girl rushed to the other side of the cave and almost knocked over the lamp on the table. After a while, he ran back with several medicine bottles in his hand.

  "Don't be afraid, little brother, I have the medicine bottle left by Father in my hand, and I'll give it to you right now. You'll definitely be fine."

  As they spoke, the girl opened the lids of several medicine bottles and prepared to pour their contents into the child's mouth. At this point, I saw clearly that what was inside those bottles might not be medicine at all.

  Although the distance is far, I can feel that there is a black air floating in those medicine bottles. If I'm not wrong, it's likely to be filled with corpse oil. Corpse oil refers to the oil extracted from the flesh of corpses.

  As soon as I saw the corpse oil about to be poured into the child's mouth, I picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it at the medicine bottle. With a loud crash, the bottle shattered, and the corpse oil spilled all over the floor. The girl looked at me with a panicked face, shouting "Who is this?"

  I no longer needed to hide, so I simply walked out from behind the stone. Then, I quietly looked at the two people not far away, silently. The girl saw that it was me, and her face changed in an instant.

  But anyway, I think she looks good. After a while, she pointed at me and scolded: "It's you again, are you here to watch the excitement? Seeing my brother is going to die, you're happy, aren't you?"

  Although she was scolding me, her voice was almost like crying. At this time, I shook my head and no longer had any resentment towards her in my heart. I said: "I guess this little kid didn't tell you that he has been delivering food to me every day for the past few days, otherwise I would have starved to death long ago. In fact, I am very grateful to him."

  The girl looked at me, hesitantly. After a long while, she shifted her gaze to the child on the table, and that face showed panic again: "What's wrong with him? Is it because of me? I used to think he was naughty, always thinking of ways to tease him."

  I said to the girl, "This has nothing to do with you, let me take a look, maybe I can save him."

  The girl's face lit up with great joy: "Really?"

  I nodded silently and walked out a few steps, but then I stopped again. Was I going soft? This kid had no grudge against me, but he was the descendant of the hanged old man. How could I save him without getting anything in return? Even if I wanted to save him, I should get some benefits out of it.

  The girl saw me stop and her face changed again: "What's wrong with you, did you change your mind?"

  I gazed coldly at the girl and said after a long while: "I have conditions, you agree to them and I'll take action; otherwise, let him die."

  The girl's eyes were filled with tears, looking pitiful: "You say, you say, I agree to any condition, even if I can't do it, my father is back, I'll definitely let him do it for you."

  Seeing him like this, I relaxed a bit and said: "I want to live with you all, at least we can't go hungry."

  The girl was taken aback: "Just this one"

  "I nodded: 'This one.'"

  Actually, I wanted the girl to agree to let me down the mountain, but I hesitated. I knew it was obviously impossible. Even if the girl agreed with me, the hanging corpse old man would never agree with me. However, if I could live with them, I could slowly understand them and think of a way to get down the mountain. One day, I will leave this ghost place.

  As I saw the girl nod, I also put my mind at ease and walked step by step towards the child. As I got closer, I took a casual glance and found that the child had a hint of evil energy between his eyebrows, and his face was pale to the point of being eerie. I even felt a surge of yin energy emanating from the child's body.

  It seems that the thing that invaded the child's body yesterday was indeed some kind of evil spirit. Although I don't know what it is, I dare to make a bold prediction: within two days, this child will definitely undergo a strange transformation, and by then, it will be too late to save him.

  I turned around and said to the girl: "Bring me my things, those are the things your father took from me."

  The girl looked at me, thought for a moment, and suddenly ran into the darkness. After a while, she came back with a package in her hand. This package was exactly the one that the old man had taken away from me. I opened the package and found everything inside, nothing missing, and couldn't help but feel happy again.

  I took out a roll of red thread from the package, then tied one end of the red thread to the child's wrist. I grasped the other end of the red thread and pulled it taut, then began to take their pulse.

  However, as for pulse diagnosis, I'm almost completely clueless, and only vaguely remember the key points of pulse diagnosis, which are to listen to the strength and speed of the pulse beat, and observe the degree of irregularity. These things can't be accomplished without practicing for ten or twenty years.

  I'm not actually taking his pulse, but rather using this red thread to communicate with the thing inside the child's body. When this red thread wraps around the child's wrist, it also wraps around the wrist of that evil entity. This red thread is a type of ghost-calming tool, although its effect isn't very strong, it's a common tool used by all major schools of mystic arts.

  In the art of demonic medicine, there is even more subtlety. When taking a ghost pulse, one cannot use an instrument with too strong an effect; what is needed is precisely this kind of small tool that has a weak effect but is extremely easy to operate.

  I grasped the other end of the red thread, and indeed I clearly felt the red thread jumping violently. On the red thread, a strong struggling force was faintly transmitted, trying to get rid of the red thread. At the same time, the face of the little boy on the table kept changing, sometimes becoming crimson and sometimes turning pale.

  I grasped the red thread tightly, and the power on this thread was becoming more and more intense at this time. Finally, I let go of the red thread and stood up.

  The girl's face was tense: "How is he? Is there any way?"

  I told the girl: "He has been invaded by evil spirits, it's temporary and nothing serious, as long as we drive out the evil spirit from his body."

  As we spoke, I involuntarily glanced at the girl. Logically speaking, this girl was the daughter of the hanged old man, she shouldn't be completely ignorant of these mysterious things. Without thinking much, I shifted my gaze to the child.

  Suddenly, I took out the silver needle and the soul-cutting knife from my backpack. This soul-cutting knife, although it is a surgical knife, has a very cool appearance, looks great, and shines brightly under the light.

  I took out the silver needles and inserted a few finer ones into the child's hands, feet, and chest. As soon as the silver needles were inserted, the child immediately started convulsing all over.

  This silver needle is a soul-piercing needle. The soul-piercing needle can directly pierce through a person's soul and pin it down. During this process, the depths of the soul will feel a sharp pain, and the more one struggles, the more painful it becomes.

  And the reason I want to use the soul needle to pin down the child's hands and feet is to stabilize the child's soul, so that no matter what happens later, his soul will absolutely not leave his body.

  After the soul needle was inserted into the child's body, the child struggled for a while and then stopped moving. At this time, I took out several larger silver needles. At this point, the child's soul and the evil spirit in his body were already pinned together, but there was a distinction between them.

  The child's soul is nailed up, while the evil creature was only pierced by the soul needle and not nailed. Now I will use other means to force that evil creature out of the child's body.

  The first method is pain. When it comes to pain, everyone knows that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and moving one's fingertips is the most painful. And what I'm going to do now is indeed move the child's fingertips.

  The evil spirit attached to the child's body, if the child feels pain, the evil spirit will also feel pain. When the child is in agony, his soul must be thinking of escaping from the body, but he is nailed down and cannot escape, while the evil spirit, due to the pain, will definitely escape.

  I didn't think much, took out a slightly larger silver needle, and directly grabbed the child's wrist with one hand. Then I used the silver needle to pierce the flesh inside the child's fingernail. If it was pierced too deeply, the child's fingernails might have been ruined.

  Likewise, being stuck in this position will make a person feel extremely painful and have suicidal impulses.

  As I stabbed the needle in, the child's body twisted again, struggling non-stop. At the same time, I saw a faint shadow hovering on the child's body, which was also twisting and struggling. Seeing that the shadow still refused to come out, I increased my strength, making another forceful stab, and suddenly the child's twisting became even more intense.

  Suddenly, the child stopped writhing, and I saw a white shadow floating out of his body, which then dissipated into thin air. Faintly, I saw that face, a face with nothing on it, no eyes, nose or mouth.

  With a slight frown, I pulled out the silver needle, and the child calmed down. I saw the child's complexion slowly recovering as well.

  But things aren't over yet.

  I gripped the Soul-Cutting Blade tightly and made a swift turn, charging into the dark corner.