With that, I took out the Underworld Seal Talisman and pressed it against her!
The Fierce Ghost let out a terrible scream before vanishing into thin air.
Having dealt with two Fierce Ghosts, I felt significantly lighter.
Upon returning to my room, I discovered a doll made of cloth lying there.
I squeezed the head of the doll and pulled out a pile of nails and hair from inside.
It turned out to be the Evil Cultivator's Borrowing Luck Doll!
It seemed this Evil Cultivator was truly a despicable person!
The Borrowing Luck Technique was a wicked method used by the Evil Cultivator to enhance his own fortune.
He placed his nails and hair inside the straw doll, linking its fate to his own.
As a result, the Evil Cultivator's luck would be continuously absorbed by the doll.
Meanwhile, the Evil Qi within the doll would rebound onto the Evil Cultivator.
The absorption of luck would only cease upon the Evil Cultivator's death.
However...
This straw doll could actually be quite useful for me!
I placed the nails and hair back inside the straw doll.
Then, I took out the Underworld Seal Talisman and affixed it to the doll.
In an instant!
The straw doll underwent a transformation!
Its eyes became bright and spirited, and its mouth formed a straight line.
It looked both cute and comical.
Unfortunately, it was a male.
If only it were female...
That night, I used the Heavenly Eye Ability of the Underworld Civil Servant to spy on the movements of the Evil Cultivator.
I saw the Evil Cultivator sitting in the center of the altar, muttering incantations.
Before long, a group of Paper Men surged in from all directions, surrounding him completely!
The Paper Men wielded weapons and relentlessly struck at him.
The Evil Cultivator screamed in agony.
This scene was simply exhilarating!
Just when I thought it was about to end, the Evil Cultivator suddenly stood up.
He began babbling some strange spells.
Then he bit his middle finger and drew a massive magic circle on the ground!
A gigantic ghostly figure slowly rose above the magic circle!
This ghost looked exactly like the Heavenly Dao!
Could it be... that the Evil Cultivator was trying to summon an Evil Immortal?
Oh no! This was getting troublesome!
"Changfeng, stay home today and don't go anywhere."
"Don't come out no matter what sounds you hear."
"I will handle everything."
With that, I took out an Underworld Seal Talisman and affixed it to her door.
Then, I leaped into the mirror.
The space inside the mirror twisted and spun continuously, as if it were trying to tear me apart!
I gritted my teeth and fought against this strange force with all my might.
I don't know how long it took, but I finally came to a stop.
Looking down, I saw a blood-red number—Negative Eighteen.
What on earth was happening?
I was clearly in the mirror; how did I end up on the Negative Eighteenth Floor?
"Excuse me, young lady, do you know how to get to the Negative Eighteenth Floor?"
"I came down to find my grandson, but I've lost my way."
The old woman's voice echoed again.
I let out a cold laugh. "Senior, it's good to see you again!"
The old woman slowly raised her head.
Her skin had shriveled, and her eye sockets were hollow, devoid of eyeballs.
When she opened her mouth, her toothless gums were exposed. "We meet again."
"Yes! We meet again!"
"This time, I won't be fooled by you again!"
With that, I took out the Underworld Seal Talisman and pressed it against her.
The Fierce Ghost let out a scream before vanishing into thin air.
I packed the Fierce Ghost neatly into a Difu delivery box and sent it off to the Judge.
Then, I pulled out my phone and opened the photo of Changfeng.
In the picture, only her figure remained.
It seemed that the other Evil Spirits had been completely eliminated!
Great!
I could finally get a good night's sleep!
Early the next morning, I found a Borrowing Luck Doll beside my pillow.
It must be the work of the Evil Cultivator!
I let out a cold laugh. "Trivial Skills!"
With that, I placed my nails and hair back inside the straw dummy.
Then, I took out the Underworld Seal Talisman and pressed it onto the scarecrow.
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