"It should be for training ghost soldiers. Maybe later they found it easy to send ghosts into this scroll but difficult to take them out, so they abandoned it. Now it has become nourishment for that evil god," said someone.
"I've been wondering. Over the years, my power isn't weak. We used to be evenly matched. Without nourishment, he should have become weaker. Instead, that evil god has grown stronger. I thought the onmyoji who created him used some special method. Now I realize he's been absorbing the power from the scroll."
"Those are our warriors! They had to fight against those hateful Japanese during their lifetimes, and even after death, they're being exploited by them. How hateful! How hateful indeed!"
As the ghost king spoke, two lines of bloody tears streamed from his eyes.
It's extremely difficult for a soul to shed tears, unless it reaches a point of extreme sorrow.
Nian Nian was touched. Although she was young, she understood the meaning of patriotism and knew how hard-won the current peace was. With her past-life memories, her understanding was even deeper.
However, her carefree second senior brother actually squatted down, took out a small porcelain bottle from somewhere, and caught the ghost's tears.
Zhang Zicheng: This is a rare good thing. We mustn't waste it!
Seeing his worthless look, Shen Weixun rolled his eyes but said nothing.
Among the brothers, he was the most thrifty.
Having endured a hard life in his childhood, he was naturally different from those who lacked nothing materially.
It was just a bit embarrassing.
The other person was so sad, and here he was, catching the tears with a bottle.
Was that polite?!
The ghost king also noticed his action. The sadness in his eyes suddenly paused, and for a moment, he didn't know how to release his emotions.
Noticing the gazes of his third junior brother and the ghost king, Zhang Zicheng straightened up shamelessly and said calmly, "You guys continue. Don't mind me."
Shen Weixun sighed helplessly and brought the topic back on track.
"This scroll was created by Japanese onmyoji. Are they that powerful?"
They had personally experienced the intricacy and magic of the scroll.
Shen Weixun really couldn't believe that such a delicate scroll was created by those Japanese onmyoji.
Speaking of the onmyoji lineage, it should be a branch that split from the ghost-controlling and soul-summoning techniques in China.
Many Chinese sorcerers knew how to make contracts with shikigami and drive ghosts.
There were also many factions involved in such things.
Even if they reached the peak of cultivation, they were still hard to compare with those highly skilled Chinese Taoists.
His master was the best example.
When his master was young, his Taoism was not as profound as it was now, but he could still easily defeat the Japanese at that time, let alone now.
There were many well-known onmyoji in Japan at that time, and some even boasted of being the best in the world.
Didn't they still get slapped in the face by their master?
"They didn't create it. They don't have that ability. They stole it. I'm not sure who made it. Those with such abilities are probably in heaven by now. Most of the ghosts living inside are Chinese ghosts. Some are even older than Japan itself. How could they have made this scroll?"
Right, the scroll was older than Japan.
This thing could never be a native product of theirs.
"These heroic souls still retain their previous obsessions. Judging from their appearance, they don't even know what they're doing. We can't make them regain their senses, nor can we forcefully retrieve them.
When fighting those ghost soldiers, they're unknowingly consuming their own yin energy. The scattered yin energy is probably absorbed by that evil god.
No wonder the evil god runs here as soon as he's injured. Hiding in this layer, he can recover as long as he hides for long enough."
After much thought, Nian Nian could only come up with one solution.
If they wanted to kill the evil god, they would have to sacrifice these heroic souls.
If they wanted to rescue these heroic souls, they couldn't care about the evil god anymore.
Because the evil god was now absorbing the yin energy of the ghost souls and the exposed substances on them. To accelerate his recovery, he even connected his life to these heroic souls.
They rise and fall together.
Do they really have to let them vanish into thin air?
Not only was the female ghost king reluctant, but even Xiaotuanzi felt extremely reluctant.
They were all soldiers guarding the country.
They were all Chinese heroes. Why should they suffer this after death?
"I don't believe there's no other way," Nian Nian murmured. This seemed to be said to everyone present and also to herself.
She looked up at her third senior brother, hoping that his smart brain could come up with something.
Under his junior sister's expectant gaze and shining eyes, Shen Weixun wracked his brains but couldn't think of any other way out.
"There's no other way. Sometimes we have to make choices," Shen Weixun said with a bitter smile.
He also hoped there was a way, but this was simply an insoluble problem.
"There must be!" Nian Nian was still very determined. With her unwavering determination, she looked at the ghost soldiers and souls fighting not far ahead, pinched a magic formula with her hands, and murmured incantations.
Golden light began to flash on her body. The flickering light almost covered the whole bodies of her two senior brothers beside her.
Shen Weixun immediately understood what his junior sister was going to do. Regardless of his image, he shouted, "Nian Nian, have you forgotten what you promised me?!"
Xiaotuanzi wanted to use her merit power to save these heroic souls.
But merit power was not so easy to use.
This method could indeed save them, but the problem was that with such a large number, even if only a little bit was allocated to each ghost soul, it would still be an extremely huge amount.
Extracting merit and distributing it to these people would bring pain like having one's tendons pulled out and bones corroded, which was something Nian Nian's small body shouldn't bear.
Xiaotuanzi stubbornly gritted her teeth and refused to say a word.
She had indeed promised her third senior brother before that she would never use her merit power without permission.
But in an emergency, one had to act expediently.
Sometimes she didn't have to be so obedient.
She was all about being rebellious. She had her own ideas!
Xiaotuanzi completely ignored what her third senior brother was shouting and increased the output of her merit power.
By the time she had stimulated all the merit in her body, she was completely enveloped in golden light.
She was like a sun falling from the sky.
Seeing her like this, not only Shen Weixun and Zhang Zicheng but also the ghost king looked extremely worried.
The ghost king shouted anxiously, "Merit power is not easy to obtain. I don't know where you, a young girl, got so much merit. But if you extract it, your body definitely won't be able to bear it. Stop right away! No one wants you to do this!"