Chapter 239: Soul Binding and Spirit Devouring, the Lu Family’s PastThe company's purpose is to maintain the existing stable order, and they will deal with anyone who causes trouble. A thousand-year-old aristocratic family and a thousand-year-old Taoist sect are fighting each other, even if they have a falling out, and they keep it in private, the company will just turn a blind eye and it will be over. But when it comes to the surface, some things are not as heavy as a few ounces if they are not weighed, and they are worth more than a thousand pounds if they are weighed. Speculation, insight into current affairs, and winning people's hearts have always been the traditional skills mastered by some long-lasting families. Wang Ai is well aware of this. He dares not touch the company's iron fist for the time being, and he never wants to touch it. "Look forward to my good news." "I hope everything goes well for you and me." As they were talking, the stairs reached the end, revealing a dark, damp dungeon filled with the stench of decay. As Lu Ci lit the torch in his hand, with the gradually spreading flames, Wang Ai clearly saw a white-haired old woman hanging on the stone wall several feet away with rusty bone-breaking nails piercing her limbs. She was barely breathing, her body was covered in dirt, and many of the meridians in her hands and feet had been severed. There were even many tortured wounds on her body, oozing festering water. His eye sockets were empty and oozing with scarlet blood, even the tongue in his mouth was cut off, and the vocal cords in his throat were made mute by the drugs, making him unable to speak.
Wang Ai had a blank expression on his face. He had experienced this kind of torture of prisoners many times before, and he just felt confused. "Who?" "My sister." Lu Ci answered coldly and numbly. "Your sister?!" Wang Ai was quite surprised. This was far from his original guess. "Previously" Lu Ci felt bitter in his heart. He hastily brushed aside the secret of the inheritance of the family's soul-clearing technique and continued: "Fatty, you and I both know that Feng Tianyang and Duanmu Ying fell into the hands of your family back then." "Your Wang family is lucky. You got the Soul-Binding and General-Sending Skill and have been practicing it for so many years without any accidents. " "But the Shuangquan Hand that my Lu family got was incomplete. More importantly, that evil woman also used some tricks on my people." Lu Ci was filled with resentment and regret. He thought he was not cruel enough back then. He should have chopped off the evil woman and her husband together to prevent future troubles. "After many years, I finally realized that, as you can see, the soul that resides in my sister's body is that witch." When Lu Ci said this, his face was gloomy. He wished he could kill this evil creature with one palm. He tried all kinds of methods but still couldn't pry any useful words out of her mouth. Somehow, his keen intuition told him that perhaps the sudden death of Lu Huan, a genius of the younger generation in the clan, seemed to be related to the defected Lu Liang, but from the perspective of the witch, it must be related to her as well. Even because of Shuangquanshou's ability to transform souls, Lu Ci was unable to determine whether Lu Huan, whose body was found that year, was truly dead, or had been abducted by Duanmu Ying for brainwashing. In recent years, Lu Ci ordered his child, who had awakened the art of soul enlightenment, to check the souls of all the villagers in the tribe many times, including his own soul, and found nothing unusual. Even so, he couldn't sleep or eat well. After all, the witch might have borrowed the body of a tribe member a long time ago and escaped like a ghost. The fact that there is no parasitism now does not mean that there was no parasitism in the past. What's more, seventy years have passed. As one of the comprehenders of the miraculous skill, Duanmu Ying's attainments in Shuangquan Hand are definitely far beyond any tribesman in the village who possesses the soul-clarifying technique. It is not difficult for him to avoid Blue Hand's exploration and continue to hide in a certain body. Wang Ai listened patiently to this story until Lü Ci's voice gradually died down, then he continued: "So, you called me here to capture her soul?"
"Except for you, I have no other way to deal with her. I have used all the torture instruments I could use, and the soul-clearing technique doesn't work." "No matter how badly she is hurt, as long as she is still breathing, she will be able to recover in no time." Lu Ci had no choice but to ask Wang Ai for help. Faced with this threat placed within the clan, years of torture had worn out his patience. Instead of continuing to waste time meaninglessly, he would rather let Duanmu Ying's soul fly away so that he can take back Lu Wan's body and bury it. "Easy to say." "My method is perfect for dealing with this beast." An instinctive greed flashed in Wang Ai's eyes. He licked the corners of his cracked lips and smiled sinisterly. The spirits devoured by the Soul Devourer will not only bring him a permanent boost in strength, but more importantly, whether the spirit is willing or not, some of its abilities during its lifetime will be inherited by the Soul Devourer. In other words, by eating this soul, Wang Ai will be able to obtain part of the Double Hand. Just thinking about this made him unable to suppress his appetite, and he asked Lu Ci: "So I do it, hedgehog?" "When I detain her, I can force her into slavery. Do you want to ask me something? I'll eat after you ask me." Wang Ai's mouth was drooling profusely and his heart was pounding. The alien's soul was a great tonic, and he couldn't wait any longer. "Do it." "Wait until I finish asking questions, then you can do whatever you want." Lu Ci agreed in a cold voice. "Okay, I like your straightforwardness!" Wang Ai suddenly activated the soul-binding and general-sending technique, and a hurricane-like black mist emerged from his broad and fat palms in an instant, and instantly transformed into six soul hooks, which shot out straight and penetrated the old woman's limbs, throat, and head. "come out." The soul hook dragged back suddenly, and a light gray, looming figure was gradually pulled out of the old woman's body by Wang Ai. What followed was the bloody old body emitting a faint but unclear howl. Witnessing this scene, Lu Ci clenched his fists tightly and almost bit his teeth. No one knew how intense his hatred was. The separation of the soul from the body was quickly completed. However, looking at the soul floating in the air, which was light gray and numb, Wang Ai's face suddenly turned cold and he cursed subconsciously: "That bitch, hiding it from you and me, had already reset her soul, leaving not even a single memory behind." Lu Ci was so angry that his chest rose and fell slightly, and he squeezed out these words from between his teeth: "Eat her." "sieve--" The black mist wrapped around the unconscious soul and forcibly tied it to Wang Ai. As he opened his mouth wide, countless black mists along with Duanmu Ying's soul were sucked into his body, and in the blink of an eye, they were as quiet as a drop in the ocean. Wang Ai's violent mood eased a little. The strength of that soul was still within the range that he was satisfied with. The power in his body, which was full to the point of overflowing, increased slightly.
"Humph." "Hedgehog, don't blame me for not reminding you, this old witch is still alive, you have to find a way" Wang Ai was about to give him advice, but was interrupted by Lu Ci: "It's no use." "She is a lingering ghost. If she can hide in the bodies of my people, she can hide in the bodies of others. There are so many people in the world that it would be difficult for me to find her, let alone if I wanted to. Even if the company was determined to find her, it would be difficult." The Shuangquan Hand can invade a person's spiritual world without anyone noticing, and take over the body and control the physical body; Lu Ci was very clear about this point alone. Unless the other party was willing to show up, he would never have the chance to find him. "Where's the weak spot? Are you just going to let her go like this?" Wang Ai was very unwilling. Duanmu Ying's ability was exactly what he needed to realize his desires. Even if there was only a hint of clue, he wanted to investigate further. "All the relatives and teachers who had anything to do with her have long been dead." Lu Ci had thought of this method before, but was unable to implement it due to lack of conditions. "Even the man she was engaged to died a few years ago." "Humph! This witch is lucky." Wang Ai's eyes were sinister. Once he got the double-handed plan he had been aiming for, he would have more means to deal with the Tianshi Mansion. "Ugh" Lu Ci looked at the skinny corpse on the stone wall with complicated feelings. That was his relative and also his wife whom he never had a name for. Until the old woman died, her children had no idea that the 'cousin' who had taken care of them since childhood would be their mother. Her later years were even more miserable. Her body was taken away, her mind was wiped out, and she was locked in this dungeon without seeing the sun to rot. How pitiful. How ridiculous. How cowardly. A self-deprecating smile appeared on Lu Ci's face. He rationally restrained these inappropriate emotions, quickly withdrew his gaze, took out the mobile phone from his pocket as if nothing had happened, and called his relatives. "Come down and collect the bodies." The concise words revealed an almost cruel indifference. Regardless of whether the other party heard it or not, Lu Ci hung up the phone and smiled at Wang Ai: "Let's go? Fatty, come up and sit down?" "Okay, it's time to talk about the Luotian Grand Ceremony. If our two families join forces, we won't have to worry about not getting the source of Qi." moment. In the old Chinese-style hall, Wang Ai and Lu Ci drank tea and chatted, thinking about how to deal with the Tianshi Mansion. "Ding dong!" "Ding dong!"
Suddenly, the two people's mobile phones on the table lit up at the same time. The message came from the group chat of the Ten Bosses. When they saw the lines of handwriting on the silver screen, no matter how cautious Wang Ai and Lu Ci were, they could not suppress the greed in their hearts. "Sure enough. The Tongtian Scroll is in Lu Jin's possession. The rumors back then were true." "I didn't expect him to be so generous and even throw out these eight unique skills?" Wang Ai smiled playfully and mocked, "Old fools who pretend to be noble, they deserve it for not having any family skills." "Don't you know Lu Jin's character?" Lu Ci took a sip of tea slowly and said with a faint smile: "He and Zhang Zhiwei are of the same mind and have a close relationship. How can he swallow his anger when he sees the old man from the Tianshi Mansion being bullied and messed up by the two of us? Isn't this causing trouble for us?" "Oh! Since he is willing to throw out such a fat bait, I will make him lose all his money." Wang Ai was so happy at this moment that every pore in his body was slightly dilated. The Shuangquan Hands, Tongtian Talisman, and Qi Body Origin and Flow all appeared. It was a nice feeling to have someone hand you a pillow just when you were about to fall asleep. "Are you ready, Fatty?" Lu Ci tried to find out the situation intentionally or unintentionally. "more or less." Wang Ai glanced at the messages in the group, and the smile on his face became more intense. He casually sent a few messages in agreement, put down his phone and said: "Later, I also made an appointment with President Feng of the Tianxia Association to have dinner and talk about the past. Maybe we can still cooperate." "Based on the hidden facts of the past, isn't it obvious who is the enemy and who is the friend?" "Hedgehog, come with me." "Oh? What should I do there?" Lu Ci raised his eyebrows. He was not very interested. "Watch me train a dog, and use this as evidence to prove my point." (End of this chapter)