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He patted Xiao Yefeng's face and found him completely still. Uchi laughed and said, "Get out! Take this kid to the Bamboo House on the mountain! What are you pretending for? You’re wearing glasses just to eat!" With that, he yanked off Xiao Yefeng's glasses, and at that moment, Xiao Yefeng quickly closed his eyes.
As he endured Uchi's slaps, Xiao Yefeng realized that closing his eyes felt just like keeping them open; he could still see the scene in the room. Following Uchi's words, the door swung open, and Uzi's Wife, a simple-looking woman, shuffled in.
Upon seeing Xiao Yefeng lying on the bamboo mat, the woman appeared deeply remorseful and dared not look at him. At that moment, Uchi slapped her across the face and said, "What are you pretending for? How many people have died in your hands? It doesn’t matter if it’s one more! Once I finish this today, I’ll be successful and won’t have to do this anymore!"
Afterward, Uchi left the Bamboo House with a hearty laugh while wearing Xiao Yefeng's glasses. The woman cried for a while in grievance before hoisting Xiao Yefeng onto her shoulder and following her husband. All the while, Xiao Yefeng felt like a sandbag being carried; he hadn’t expected this woman to possess such strength. Although she didn’t appear heavyset, standing at six feet tall with a muscular build, he weighed nearly two hundred pounds, yet she effortlessly lifted him.
Xiao Yefeng was surprised to realize that this woman was also an Ancient Warrior, specifically a beginner level Mingjing Ancient Warrior. It was clear that she had only practiced some superficial techniques; however, reaching the level of gathering Mingjing was no small feat. Unfortunately, she had missed the best time for cultivation and would likely remain at the beginner level for life.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng understood that Uchi must be involved in some obscure aspect of geomancy. Like all geomancers, he lacked a strong physique; thus, they typically had an Ancient Warrior as a friend—Uchi’s protector being his wife at the beginner Mingjing level.
From their conversation, Xiao Yefeng gathered that Uzi's Wife was reluctant to engage in these activities. However, the people in the mountains held traditional views: when you marry a chicken, you follow it; when you marry a dog, you follow it. Whatever her husband instructed had to be done, which explained her current actions.
As they traveled along the path, Xiao Yefeng heard her muttering incessantly—complaining to herself about her own situation, her husband, and even about him. It seemed she had reached her breaking point; in her final murmurs, he caught hints of her desire to kill her husband who had turned into a demon and even thoughts of suicide.
After battling through thorns and brambles, they finally approached the Bamboo House where Uchi had been last night. The woman carried Xiao Yefeng up the stairs with ease and placed him on a bamboo bed before retreating into a corner. Meanwhile, Uchi changed into an eccentric outfit adorned with blood-stained bird feathers and knelt before Xiao Yefeng on the bamboo bed. He pulled out six Mud Dolls from his waist pouch and began jumping around erratically.
With each movement Uchi made, the Evil Qi around Xiao Yefeng intensified. Then Uchi took out a Purple Gold Bell covered in Fur from his pouch. After reciting an incantation that Xiao Yefeng couldn’t understand, he rang the bell. To Xiao Yefeng’s astonishment, the first Mud Doll transformed as if it were being fired; its rough clay body gradually morphed into delicate porcelain until it took on the form of a man.
Seeing the porcelain doll change left Xiao Yefeng stunned! This was one of the two travelers he had seen at the hospital yesterday. The ringing of the bell continued as all six Mud Dolls shed their muddy exteriors to become exquisite porcelain figures. In front of Xiao Yefeng appeared images of two travelers, three geomancers, and Zhang Chuanhai’s girlfriend Jin Ling.
Both Xiao Yefeng and Zhang Chuanhai were taken aback by this development. How could this happen? According to Utu’s method, wasn’t it that mysterious figure in black who trapped these souls with a Soul Banner? Why were they now appearing through Uchi? At that moment, Utu had already fainted; who exactly was Uchi? These methods were not those of any geomancer!
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng was also considering whether he should take action. However, just as he was about to move, a series of footsteps echoed from outside the Bamboo House, accompanied by the creaking sound of someone climbing the bamboo ladder. Uchi glanced at his wife and said, "Go stop him!"
The woman got up, pulled out a machete from the corner of the Bamboo House, and stepped outside to confront the newcomer. Meanwhile, Uchi drew a knife from his waist, intent on killing Xiao Yefeng. As he approached with the blade in hand, he declared, "You are the last flesh sacrifice for my Seventh Ghost! Hahaha! With this strike, I will obtain the final soul!"
In his excitement, Uchi stumbled and nearly fell. Just as Xiao Yefeng prepared to act, a loud crash echoed through the house as a bamboo pole snapped, followed by a woman's scream. It was clear that Uzi's wife had been thrown aside, breaking one of the supports of the Bamboo House.
"Useless!" Uchi's desire to kill Xiao Yefeng intensified as he hurried toward him. Before Xiao Yefeng could make a move, a gleaming long knife pierced through the bamboo floor right beneath Uchi's feet. Fortunately, Uchi managed to dodge quickly; otherwise, that blade would have surely impaled his right foot.
As Uchi hastily avoided the attack, he distanced himself from Xiao Yefeng. However, the blade did not stop; it spun like a drill and tore through the bamboo floor. A burly man wielding a wide knife leaped up from below and landed inside the second floor of the Bamboo House.
"Talangtai! How dare you oppose me? Do you believe I won't let Exorcism drain your blood dry?" Uchi growled menacingly upon seeing the newcomer illuminated by the light in the room.
"Ha! Uchi, don't be so arrogant. Master Sun has long suspected you wouldn't cooperate peacefully. If your Seventh Ghost were successful today, I might fear you a little. But right now, you probably can't even control a single spirit!" Talangtai glanced around the room and saw Xiao Yefeng lying on the altar still pretending to be dead. However, Talangtai noticed six porcelain figurines on the table.
Uchi felt a surge of resentment towards whoever had captured Utu last night. But then he realized something was amiss; everything was part of Master Sun's scheme against him. Even if Utu hadn't been caught last night, tonight was his last chance to gather the Seventh Ghost. Now that Talangtai had come to disrupt his final step...
"Talangtai! Were you sent by that Sun Wulang guy to ruin my gathering of the Seventh Ghost?" Uchi suddenly exclaimed with fury.
"Ah!" A woman's scream pierced through before Talangtai could respond. From above the bamboo ladder came a man's voice: "Heh heh! My brother Uchi, this isn't me breaking the rules first! If you hadn't come here to steal my six souls, would we be trapped here today?"
With creaking sounds from the bamboo ladder, a man wearing a black cloak ascended while holding a Black Banner. Xiao Yefeng happened to be positioned directly opposite the ladder and saw what was on the Black Banner. It turned out that this Black Banner was vastly different from Xiao Yefeng's Black Gold Spirit Banner; it was an ordinary Soul Banner used for funerals but displayed as a Black Banner.
On top of the Black Banner was a talisman written in bright red cinnabar ink with a large character for "confusion." Seeing this Soul Banner made Xiao Yefeng realize that Utu must have been mistaken from afar; this Soul Banner was indeed Utu's tool for summoning souls.
“Sun Wulang, stop making excuses. If you didn't want to attack me, why would you bring this muscle-bound fool Talangtai here?” At that moment, Uchi was huddled in a corner, trying to think of a way out. Indeed, Uchi was a Sorcerer, and with six powerful souls at his disposal, it was impossible for him not to be tempted. Moreover, the Seventh Ghost among Sorcerers was notoriously difficult to master, and now that a great opportunity lay before him, Uchi had no intention of letting it slip away.
However, both men were calculating against each other. Uchi had his sights set on those souls, while the cloaked figure Sun Wulang had already anticipated Uchi's thoughts. Overall, Sun Wulang held the upper hand. At that moment, Uchi's Ancient Warrior bodyguard—his wife—was missing and her life was uncertain. Meanwhile, Sun Wulang and Talangtai had formed a tight encirclement around Uchi.
“Uchi! For the sake of our long-standing friendship, hand over the Ghost Summoning Technique manual and I will spare your life!” Sun Wulang threw back his black cloak, revealing a scarred face.
“Hahaha, Sun Wulang, I knew you would eventually say that,” Uchi leaned against the wall, his tone tinged with sadness as he prepared for something unknown.
Seeing Uchi's demeanor, Sun Wulang shook his head. “Old Wu, I know you too well, just as you know me. But no matter how much you prepare, it will be useless. I’ve calculated that in your quest to refine the Seventh Ghost, you have abandoned all your curses. The six Exorcisms you’ve completed are right there on the table; without breaking their seals, the sacrifices cannot be completed. Without your curses, are you still a Sorcerer? And your bodyguard can no longer protect you!”
“Haha, Master Sun is correct. That foolish woman dared to challenge me with Sword Technique; I sent her flying with one strike. I believe she’s waiting for you at the Bridge of Helplessness to share some soup!” Talangtai grinned with bloodlust and spat thick phlegm into the large hole he had just created. Below that hole lay Uzi's Wife, who was collapsed amidst broken bamboo poles and clutching half of a wooden knife.
Yet Talangtai could never have imagined that his seemingly reckless spit would awaken her from her unconscious state. At that moment, her left shoulder had been completely severed, and her right hand clutched what remained of the wooden knife after it had been broken in defense.
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