Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 Heavenly Master 44

Thinking of it, Bai Mengling’s death site was not far from the Gao Family’s, and Situ Shuangshuang put on a Godspeed Talisman, reaching the place in an instant.

This was a mountain forest scenic area, with picturesque mountains and waters, stunningly beautiful, especially the place where Bai Mengling was trapped, which was breathtakingly beautiful! However, Bai Mengling had been trapped in this place for too long, leaving a psychological shadow, fearing she would be trapped again upon return, so she refused to come with Situ Shuangshuang.

Situ Shuangshuang had to go alone. The spot where Bai Mengling was trapped was a small hill covered with wildflowers, not very tall, with a large lake in front of it. The green lake shone beautifully in the sunlight!

The scenery here was beautiful but remote, attracting few tourists. Bai Mengling was bold to hide in such a secluded place alone, making it unsurprising that the thug could easily make a move.

Photography enthusiasts are said to love diving into scenic, remote places, and when capturing a good photo, they often become so focused that they ignore everything around them.

Situ Shuangshuang circled the small hill, finding nothing special. A golden light flashed in her eyes as she opened the Dharma Eye and looked around. Situ Shuangshuang finally spotted the oddity.

She discovered faint black spots in four places, forming a square. Situ Shuangshuang stepped forward, turning the soil over these areas, finding a small red cloth bundle underneath each.

Opening the red bundles, they contained clumps of blood, exuding a thick Yin Resentment Qi and in a blackish-purple hue, with a lock of hair wrapped inside!

No one knew how long this blood warp had been buried, yet it remained moist, still neither dry nor decayed.

This was death blood from someone who died with immense anger and hatred, wrapping another’s hair with it and burying it in a square - a method of curse.

If the victim is alive, they will die the same way as the person who died in agony. If it’s a deceased spirit, they’ll be trapped in the square, unless someone born in the same zodiac, same month, same day, and same hour, lets the trapped ghost possess them to lead it out.

This method likely came from a Heavenly Master fallen to an Evil Cultivator, someone Situ Shuangshuang could handle, as utilizing such vicious methods to harm and imprison souls was a crime more severe than murder!

Murder only robs a lifetime’s mortal existence, but this intended to utterly destroy Bai Mengling’s soul, explaining why Bai Mengling’s Divine Acupoint was blocked - this curse aimed to kill first, and destroy the soul second.

Human souls, while weak and easily harmed, are also strong, able to recover from any wounds given enough time; permanent erasure is exceedingly difficult.

Yet this curse precisely had that capability, requiring the victim’s soul to be trapped, slowly worn away. The victim’s soul intelligence will dull until it fully disappears, the soul dissipating into ashes.

This curse was sinister, and breaking it wasn’t easy. Situ Shuangshuang’s broad knowledge from past two lives aided her in knowing the method to break this curse.

She first found a large peach tree, took a branch down, for peach wood exorcises evil and breaks spells, suitable for handling curses. She refined the peach wood with a special technique, selecting the best branch, carved into a palm-sized peachwood figurine, resembling Bai Mengling exactly.

Situ Shuangshuang wrote Bai Mengling’s birth date on this peachwood doll, then extracted a strand of her soul power, stabbing the figurine at positions matching Bai Mengling’s wounds from her murder.

The figurine collapsed after being stabbed, and a translucent shadow rose from it, mirroring Bai Mengling’s spirit, but with a blank expression and no external response - this was the soul substitute technique!

Though merely a wooden doll and a soul formed from Bai Mengling’s soul power, it had no wisdom, yet sufficed as Bai Mengling’s substitute. Situ Shuangshuang planned to use this to counterattack.

The curse was venomous, but not without a counter. If the soul realized it was trapped, willing to stake both harm for a counterattack, it could achieve mutual destruction!

The most challenging part was the curse’s subtlety - trapped souls rarely realized they were cursed, as no one had died to understand post-death matters, or to know they were trapped.

Situ Shuangshuang naturally wouldn’t want Bai Mengling to mutually destroy herself, instead this soul substitute would. Since soul substitutes lack wisdom and self-action, Situ Shuangshuang pointed a finger to its back, infusing her mana into it.

The substitute absorbed Situ Shuangshuang’s mana, surrounding itself in surging black Qi, which divided into four parts, pouring into the four bundles of death blood enveloping Bai Mengling’s hair!

Upon contact, the originally moist death blood sizzled, emitting thick black smoke and foul stench quickly spreading! Situ Shuangshuang covered her nose retreating; the smell was truly soul-stirring!

The black smoke continued for half an hour before gradually ceasing. Once the smoke dissipated, Bai Mengling’s soul substitute and the four death blood clumps disappeared!

Meanwhile, in a villa in distant Yan City, a stunningly beautiful woman, appearing about thirty, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood with a puff!

Beside her, another beautiful young woman, looking in her twenties, exclaimed and rushed over, urgently saying, ”Mom, Mom, what’s wrong? Haichen, Haichen, come help me take mom to the hospital! Mom! Mom, what’s happening to you?”

The beautiful thirty-something woman’s face was ashen, continuously vomiting black blood, yet gripping the hand of the woman calling her mom, trying to prevent her from sending her to the hospital.

It wasn’t illness, so the hospital would be futile, only tormenting herself more. At this moment, her insides ached sharply, black blood gushing from her mouth, unable to speak!

Just then, a man with a little braid, looking in his forties, clothing full of artistic aura, overflowing with mature charm, walked in. Seeing the woman incessantly vomiting blood, shock crossed his face. He hurried forward, asking, ”What’s happened? Why is mom vomiting blood? Why is her blood black?”