Chapter 99
Chapter 99
Just then, Chen Daji and Zhao Fei came out one after the other.
Zhao Fei, who had been shaved clean of every last hair on his body, looked especially ridiculous.
Chen Daji complained as he walked, “Holy crap, this damn fatty was way too hard to scrub. I went through two bath mitts!”
Zhao Fei bared his teeth and snapped back, “How the hell is that my fault? Were you helping me bathe, or trying to peel my skin off?!”
“You scrubbed me bloody from head to toe!”
As he spoke, Zhao Fei handed a paper-wrapped bundle to Deaf Granny.
“Granny, all my hair’s in here. What do you need this stuff for?”
Deaf Granny smiled faintly.
“Don’t give it to me. Burn it to ash and send it to your mother.”
“Have her mix the ash into flour and make a Dough Doll.”
“Tell her she must cry while she kneads the dough, and her tears have to fall into it!”
Zhao Fei couldn’t help asking, curious, “I’m not dead yet, so why does my mom have to cry?”
“What if she can’t cry?”
Deaf Granny scolded him with a smile, “Tell your mother that if she can’t cry, you’ll die.”
“Then she’ll definitely cry!”
Since his own life was at stake, Zhao Fei didn’t dare slack off in the slightest.
He immediately scampered back into the house.
Chen Daji asked curiously, “Granny, what’s this for? Why make a Dough Doll?”
Hu Fei’er had already guessed Deaf Granny’s intention and answered for her.
“Granny is going to perform Soul Nurturing.”
“Hopefully, this will appease General Li Guang’s anger.”
Chen Daji only half understood, but he didn’t press further.
He simply stood beside Hua Jiunan, waiting to watch the show.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost midnight.
With a solemn expression, Deaf Granny had Zhao Fei put on clothes made of black paper and pin a red flower to his chest.
Then she took a drop of blood from between his brows and smeared it across the Dough Doll’s forehead.
After that, she placed the Dough Doll on the incense table at the courtyard gate, lit white candles, and waited in silence.
Zhao Fei was clearly terrified. Trembling, he said, “Dad, I’m scared!”
Zhao Aiguo’s clenched hands had already gone white.
“Don’t be afraid, son. Old Auntie is helping us!”
At the critical moment, Chen Daji was actually rather loyal.
“Fatty Zhao, remember this. If things go bad later, run into the courtyard right away!”
“Run under the pine tree and kowtow. Kowtow hard, the kind that makes you bleed!”
“Elder Pine has a kind heart. He’ll definitely save your life!”
Deaf Granny fondly patted Chen Daji on the head.
“You brat, can’t you teach him something better?”
“All you know is taking advantage of Elder Pine’s kindness.”
As they spoke, the Five Great Immortal Families and Hemp-clad Grandmother appeared beside Hua Jiunan all at once, not a single one missing.
Deaf Granny gave a slight bow. “Thank you for troubling yourselves, Immortal Spirits.”
Hu Qingshan, the Hu Family Patriarch, spoke with a smile.
“We’re all family. No need to be so polite, little sister.”
“I didn’t expect you to prepare so thoroughly. I imagine that General Li should be willing to give us some face.”
Chang Huaiyuan remained as refined and gentle as ever.
“Judging by General Li’s life, he wasn’t an unreasonable man.”
“Everything can be discussed.”
Hemp-clad Grandmother let out a strange cackle.
“And what if he refuses, and insists on taking the little fatty’s life?!”
Old Sixth Hui gave a cold snort.
“Anyone the young master physician wants to protect, even if the ghost guards come, I’ll fight them to the death!”
Hemp-clad Grandmother laughed even louder, so hard that even the Ghost Sedan shuddered wildly with her mirth.
“Kekekekeke! Then it’s settled!”
Amid that eerie laughter, two Human-skin Lanterns floated out from the sedan and hovered above everyone’s heads.
Their deathly pale light illuminated the surroundings, and even the temperature seemed to drop sharply.
Chen Daji stared, stunned.
“Whoa, aren’t those the female ghost’s things? Grandmother, you still kept them?!”
Hemp-clad Grandmother floated out of the sedan and landed beside Chen Daji.
Wrapped around her body were two pitch-black hemp ropes-the very Corpse-binding Rope refined by the female ghost Daoist.
Hemp-clad Grandmother lightly knocked Chen Daji on the head with the dry tobacco pipe in her hand.
“You little bastard, what do you know?!”
“These are good treasures that were refined for a hundred years. Throwing them away would be a waste!”
Old Sixth Hui nodded. “Elder sister is right.”
“These two items suit you perfectly.”
A moment later, thick fog spread everywhere, and a cold wind rose from all sides.
A general shrouded entirely in black qi came riding over on horseback, followed closely by the battle-hardened souls of a hundred soldiers.
Most eye-catching of all was the dark-gold longbow slung across the general’s back.
The mounted procession did not stop until it was just one meter from the incense table.
A brutal killing aura rushed straight at them.