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In the next moment, He Xiaoyan stepped into the room cautiously, her voice trembling as she called out, "Si Xianxi, answer me! Where are you?"
I watched as He Xiaoyan's physical form entered the room. Behind the door, the ghost in red raised her long knife, ready to strike. Without thinking, I rushed forward to block the blow.
The knife struck my shoulder; while my soul wouldn't bleed, the intense pain made my mind blur. I could no longer concentrate on reciting the Pure Heart Mantra.
"I've caught you, ha ha ha! You filthy couple! You are the ones who killed me, who killed my child! I will turn you into mush!"
Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I quickly ignited the remaining Demon-Slaying Talismans and Liujia Yin-Yang Talismans, raising them to form a Hexagram Formation that trapped the ghost inside.
Initially, I had planned to use the Pure Heart Mantra to wear her down and suppress her for a few rounds to weaken her soul power before setting up the formation to subdue her. But with He Xiaoyan bursting in and my soul taking a hit, I had no choice but to activate the formation early.
He Xiaoyan couldn't see my weakened soul; she could only see my physical body sitting in the chair. No matter how much she shook me, there was no response. Tears streamed down her face in desperation.
I snapped from the side, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead!"
But she couldn't hear me or see what was happening between me and the ghost in the room. The ghost was trapped in the talisman formation, howling in agony. Yet I had exhausted all my talismans, even burning out the Soul-Calming Talisman on my robe, but the ghost's wailing still echoed in my ears.
"Baby, Mommy is here. I will make sure you are born." As the formation dimmed, the ghost crawled toward me slowly, dragging the knife with her claws.
As she approached closer, I felt a violent shaking at my waist where my Doll Brother's bag was hidden beneath my robe. It suddenly dawned on me that when the ghost referred to her child, she wasn't talking about me; she meant my brother—Sibei Can.
I lifted my robe and unzipped the bag, pulling out Doll Brother.
"You must protect each other," my grandfather had told me when he entrusted Doll Brother to me before he passed away.
"This is your child, isn't it?" I said to the ghost while holding Doll Brother.
At that moment, the ghost calmed down, nodding like a rusty machine coming back to life.
"Mommy." To my surprise, Doll Brother spoke as he jumped from my hand to my lap and smiled at the ghost in red.
I couldn't tell if it was an illusion or not, but I thought I saw a glimmer of tears in the ghost's hollow black eyes devoid of whites.
"Mommy, I'm here. I just went out to play," Sibei Can said in a childish voice.
"He is my brother, and we have always been together. He took great care of me when our mother was not around."
The female ghost crouched down, gently stroking the face of Sibei Can's doll, which also wore a smile.
Even though I sensed the power of his soul when Grandpa handed Doll Brother to me, seeing the doll move and speak for the first time still felt unbelievable.
Sibei Can turned and walked toward me with a clumsy gait, playfully winking his doll's eye at me.
"Grandpa said you are my brother, so I will always protect you. I won't let anything happen to you," Sibei Can said before turning to the ghost in red and saying something to her.
After they finished talking, the ghost picked him up, kissed his forehead, and led him out of the room.
…
In the next moment, I suddenly woke up from my chair. The zipper of my bag was open, and the doll lay motionless on the bed. I reached out to touch the doll but could no longer sense my brother's soul power.
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