Chapter 224 - 224: Soul Summoning

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation      Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When Ji Jing returned to Ming Ze’s home, she was met with a chaotic scene outside. Ghosts and demons were rampaging and crashing into the formation outside the courtyard. Xiao Taowu was guarding the entrance, consuming the outside entities one by one.

Why were there so many? Ji Jing was shocked as she observed the scene. Wu Lin was just an ordinary human; how could he have summoned this many spiritual beings?

“Gross,” Xiao Taowu complained, “It’s disgusting, really disgusting.”

Jiang Tao had returned to his original form and was using his hands and feet to tear apart and crush several of the spirits. However, there were just too many of them, and he had no choice but to swallow a few of them. He hadn’t anticipated that they would taste so terrible.

The texture and flavor were awful, not even suitable for a Taowu like him. Why wasn’t Ji Jing here yet? If this continued, he would really throw up!

“Supreme Old Lord, heed my command!” A familiar voice, like heavenly music, came to Xiao Taowu’s rescue. Ji Jing, from a distance, pulled out her sword and, with a sweeping motion, cleared a path in an instant.

“Quick, come inside!” Jiang Tao pushed Ji Jing inside, and with a flick of his tail, he closed the door tightly.

“Huff, huff.” Ji Jing had run here, and she hadn’t caught her breath yet when she unfolded the package she carried and began arranging the ritual. Due to her haste, she nearly tripped over.

“Are you all okay?” Fu Xian quickly approached Ji Jing, helping her arrange her items on the table.

“We’re fine,” Ji Jing took a deep breath and steadied herself. “Where’s Ming Ze? Did he go out?”

“A while ago, Wu Lin came with a group of spirits, and Ming Ze said he was going to find him. So, we’re here waiting,” Fu Xian explained. “I was really scared a moment ago. It suddenly turned dark outside, and I thought it was a storm, but when I looked, it was a horde of spirits!”

Fu Xian regretted that his eyesight was so good; he could see the spirits outside clearly, which was even scarier than a horror movie.

“Where did Wu Lin get so many spirits?” Xiao Taowu was struggling not to vomit.

“Did he kill them all? Could he have created a mass grave for thousands of spirits?” He Xin, despite being exhausted, had already prepared the paper effigy of Xue Meng. He couldn’t help but participate in the conversation.

When He Xin mentioned that, he realized how absurd it sounded. It wasn’t wartime, and if Wu Lin had indeed killed all these spirits one by one, there should have been reports of a serial killer terrorizing the area.

“…It’s a Spirit Binding Lock!” Ji Jing suddenly remembered something she had seen on the attic floor before. “He snatched the Spirit Binding Lock directly from the underworld! So, it contains the souls that the underworld originally trapped, and he transformed them into these spirits. Then, he placed the empty Spirit Binding Lock on that woman!”

“…” Xue Zhong opened his mouth, almost unable to speak. “How could he do that?”

“I thought he had replicated it or stolen it using some method… but it’s the actual Spirit Binding Lock from the underworld! How did he manage that?” He Xin was even more shocked as someone who had inside information.

What was the Spirit Binding Lock, anyway? These were elite individuals chosen by the underworld from countless vengeful spirits and those who had caused immense loss of life during their lifetime. They were the cream of the crop, responsible for guiding and binding spirits. To do what Wu Lin did, he must have committed a grave offense.

“I think we should ask the underworld about this. They’ve known for years that their Spirit Binding Lock went missing without any action from them,” Jiang Tao said, his tone laced with cold anger. If the underworld lost their tools this easily, the human world would be overrun by restless spirits.

“In the future, we’ll hold them accountable,” Ji Jing agreed. “But for now, the most crucial task is to restore Xue Zhong’s and Xue Meng’s misplaced souls.”

Ji Jing had arranged everything on the table. She said to Xue Zhong and He Xin, “Come forward.

He Xin’s paper effigy was incredibly well-made, almost identical to Xue Meng’s body. He obediently stood in front of the table, while Xue Zhong followed suit.

Ji Jing grasped a talisman and began chanting a spell, “Return the souls….”