e trickling down his leg.My brother stood rigidly by the coffin, his expression heavier than ever before.He took out two talismans for the dead and chanted near the coffin.The yellow talisman was engu...I thought I was mistaken, was this a bare palm On the ghastly pale palm, there were no fingers, and dark flesh peeled open to reveal bone white.

Next, a head covered in black blood emerged, its lips and nose ripped off halfway, with white teeth and two nostrils exposed under the flashlight.

"I, I'm just hungry…" That delicate voice sounded again, two lines of black blood flowing from her bulging eyes.

"Holy crap!" My brother jumped up in fright.

It's not like ghosts are anything to be scared of, but seeing this kind of corpse is truly disgusting and makes my scalp crawl!

I also wanted to scream, but at first glance of this scene, my stomach violently backed up and I immediately bent over and vomited.

This was the first time I vomited acid, my brother was flustered, wanting to both shield me and help me up.

"Xiao Qiao, what are you saying at this crucial moment!" My brother shouted anxiously. "I was counting on you to take care of her with this thing! Quickly summon your underlings!"

I'm in so much pain, this is my first time experiencing morning sickness! I even got nauseous and threw up!

The rotting corpse slowly crawled out from behind the door, its legs stripped bare of flesh, leaving only skin and sinew clinging together—no wonder this ghost said her legs were inconvenient!

I was trembling, one hand pressed against my churning stomach while the other covered my mouth as I mumbled the Buddhist scriptures: "Mind dedicated to Buddha, body and mind take refuge... *vomit* Great compassion, great mercy, *vomit* ... This must be the first time anyone has ever vomited while reciting sutras, right"

The little imp, clutching his chains, materialized with a *chhh* sound. Before I could even sit up straight, the imp let out a terrified shriek: “AAAAAAAAAAAH! Little Lady, help me!”

What You're calling me for help!

The little devil fled behind me, and the other one with the token was trembling like a leaf.

“You, you all… haven’t you dispersed your spirits yet” I pressed against my aching stomach, looking at these two little ghost messengers with distress.

"This... this... This is a fierce ghost imprisoned within the Mifeng Forest Cemetery! Our cultivation level is nowhere near enough to restrain her!" The little ghost was terrified and wanted to run, but he heard the sound of hissing green smoke rising, indicating that neither of them could escape!

"桀桀桀……This house was conjured by me……Once you enter, you'll be the delicacies in my mouth……Don't even think about running away……” The female ghost used her hairless palms to support herself, slowly crawling towards us.

Old Chen lay in the middle, his whole body twitching and foaming at the mouth from fright. The corpse crawled to his face, its voice softening again: “Thank you… because of you, I ate a lot of food… I won’t eat you… You can still bring me food…”

Old Mr. Chen was about to roll his eyes. Seeing the ghost he had intimate relations with in his dream now looking so refined, it was estimated that Old Mr. Chen would have some functional disabilities in the future.

My brother shoved me hard against the wall. He picked up a piece of wood from the floor and swung it, smashing into the corpse's face. Its eyeballs flew out, its head twisted back, but it still crawled toward us slowly.

The two little ghost attendants huddled together in fear—truly pathetic! At least you're ghost attendants, right

Jiang Qiyun said that if the minor ghosts were unable to be dealt with, he would let me summon the Black and White Impermanence. Just add their names after the Bao Gao (a type of imperial decree), and with the Emperor's seal in hand, they would obey my orders.

But when I read to the last sentence, I got stuck. I don't know their names!

"Little devil, what are the names of your seven and eight masters!" I blurted out.

"Huh Oh... the Seventh Lord is called Xie Bi'an, and the Eighth Lord is called Fan Wujiu!"

As soon as the Bao Gao Sutra was finished reciting, a gust of wind whooshed through the earthen house, swirling around before two shadowy figures, one black and one white, appeared abruptly!

"Goodness gracious! How did the ferocious ghosts from Mí Fēng Lín Shī Sǒ get here Lao Bā, quickly lock her up!" Bai Wuchang's voice was slightly shrill and always had a hint of laughter at the end.

Black, the grim reaper's face was as black as a cauldron. Without saying a word, he placed a chain around the corpse's head and tightened it with a tug. A female ghost with disheveled hair was pulled out.

She screamed frantically, her hands pulling at the iron chain that was choking her neck. Her mouth gaped open, revealing rows of black teeth.

"Shut up!" Hei Wu used his long staff to slam against the ghost's forehead, and the female ghost seemed to be struck by lightning as she knelt down limply.

Bai Wuchang smiled slyly as he floated around the old house, landing in front of my older brother. He asked, “Little Lord, is this your elder brother He’s quite impressive, you know. Ordinary people would probably be scared out of their wits, but he’s still so composed.”

"Huh Oh... My brother is braver..." I replied.

"Is that so" Bai Wu Chang narrowed his eyes and smiled, his crimson tongue flickering out longer and longer.

Then his tongue brushed past my brother's face, and he jumped, suddenly yelling, "Damn! Even ghosts are doing cosplay these days!"

"Brother... this is Black and White Impermanence..." I reminded him in a low voice.

My brother couldn't see them at first. Bai Wuchang found it amusing and opened his third eye for him. My brother excitedly looked at the female ghost and asked Bai Wuchang, "Hey hey, are you high-ranking officials from the underworld Why would you let something like this run amok in the mortal realm! This is too incompetent!"

Bai WuChang's laughter echoed through the air, reaching my brother's face as he smiled with twinkling eyes. "Ghosts like this that particularly enjoy eating humans usually can't ascend to the afterlife. Before entering the Twenty-Four Hells, we detain them in the Mifen Forest of Corpses. Day and night, they are forced to devour each other to satisfy their hunger... This female ghost probably escaped during a spatial anomaly..."

Space distortion Are you talking about the seal formation Huangdao Village used to suppress evil

My brother was a little scared after hearing this. He whispered to the black and white impermanence, "Thank you, Seventh and Eighth Lords, for saving me... I'll burn some offerings for you when I get back, as a token of my gratitude, as a token of my gratitude..."

Bai Wu Chang chuckled twice, then turned to me and said, "Little Empress~ How is the Emperor recently He hasn't returned, and he can't be found in Yinjing Tian Palace... Alas, there are many things waiting for the Emperor to review."

He gave me a meaningful smile, my heart skipped a beat, I felt like he was warning me—don't spend too much time with Jiang Qiyun.

"I... I understand." I nodded, thinking that I would kick him out when I got back.

The Black and White Imps dragged the female ghost away, and we found ourselves facing a gigantic haystack emitting a foul odor. My brother used a stick to overturn the haystack, and inside were pieces of limbs, intestines, and organs.

"Ugh…" I covered my mouth and started vomiting acid.

"Uh, Qiaoqiao, you're reacting so big now No more watching, let's go." My brother ran over and helped me up, kicking the passed-out Mr. Chen a few times on the ground: "Dead old man, if you don't get up, we'll leave you here!"

"Please… please… beg you to save me, save me…" I heard a weeping male voice.

I was feeling distressed, and hearing this voice only made me more agitated. I blurted out, “Okay, okay! Isn’t this saving you Get up and come on!”

The little ghost attendant looked at me in terror and whispered, "Little Lady, how could you agree to their words..."

Huh What are they Wasn't Old Chen the one calling for help

Turning back, I saw those broken limbs. One by one, ghastly figures with intestines spilling out, as if they had been flayed alive, slowly crawled up… drifting like a fairyland in the night and mist."Do even celestial gods celebrate the Qixi Festival" I asked, leaning against his shoulder."...This is a legend of the mortal world. Every story of an...