Lao Yi's fist was like a sandbag, effortlessly flipping the dead woman over and then fiercely punching her "birth door" with a series of dull thuds.

  Of course, the female corpse couldn't calm down either, but it was already firmly pinned down by Lao Yi, unable to turn around, and could only wildly wave its hands and grab randomly, while a mournful cry came out of its mouth.

  I couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion when I saw this, it seems that this is all thanks to the fact that it happened in a rich person's home. The villa next door doesn't have any other households, if this were an ordinary household, it would definitely wake up the neighbors. Earlier, I was still worried that its cries would wake up Old Wen, who was sleeping upstairs, but judging from the current situation, the soundproofing between houses is not bad at all. And after that old man drank a few cups of cat urine, he slept more dead than a pig, so it's estimated that he won't wake up until tomorrow morning.

  I stared intently at the female corpse being beaten by Old Yi, anxiously waiting to see if its soul would really escape. Oh heavens, just open your eyes already! If this trick doesn't work, both Old Yi and I will be done for. That would truly be a case of heaven envying exceptional talent.

  Fortunately, under Lao Yi's relentless blows, I vaguely saw a thread of white smoke-like substance following the rhythm of Lao Yi's fists, slowly leaving the female corpse's body. This should be the soul!

  I was overjoyed, and before I could say anything, the soul had already been beaten out of him by Old Yi. There was only one thread-like thing left connecting it to the corpse, but that thread was as tough as cowhide glue. Although Old Yi continued to beat it mercilessly, it just wouldn't break!

  I saw that Lao Yi was about to reach the two-minute mark, and I couldn't help but feel anxious like my butt was on fire. Dammit, how could this stinky girl be so difficult to deal with?

  What to do? It has to be said that the more urgent the situation, the easier it is for a person's potential to be unleashed. This is something I've come to believe in even more after many near-death experiences. Even my usually dull brain suddenly started racing like it had been injected with chicken blood. I suddenly remembered how earlier when I grabbed the female corpse's neck, my fingernails pierced her skin, and yet she didn't seem to feel anything, but instead let out a scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. It seems that this black nail polish that Huang Santai applied not only cures illnesses but can also touch a person's soul.

  If that's the case, then I can completely use this sharp little fingernail to pick apart those white threads! Oh my, how clever I am!

  But this is not the time for me to be proud of myself, I hurriedly ran towards Lao Yi, only to see that Lao Yi also seemed to know that time was almost up, he exerted all his strength and raised his fist high, as if he wanted to crush those stinky women's bones.

  But just as his fist was about to fall, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. The Eight Trigrams on his chest had disappeared, and Old Yi's face turned deathly pale, as if he were suffering from extreme anemia. I had never seen anyone sweat so profusely before - at that moment, Old Yi's face looked like he had been crying, with sweat dripping down his face in streams.

  It seems that the time has come, Lao Yi suddenly became very weak, with a thud, he fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness on his face. He seemed unable to move at all, and could only stare with his eyes wide open, panting heavily.

  At this time, the female corpse's soul, since it was no longer being attacked, quickly returned to its own body. If we let it go back, would I and Lao Yi still have a way out?

  So I quickly stretched out my little finger like that white thread and hooked it over, through the cool and slightly sticky feeling transmitted from my fingernail, I confirmed that my little fingernail could indeed reach it.

  It's a big deal!!! Damn it, at that time I was also in charge of the upper three seven twenty or so, and with a white line, I fiercely drew a stroke downwards!

  Thank God! I finally cut it off!!

  As soon as the white thread was cut off, the female corpse fell straight down. But the soul did not rebound as I expected, but instead became smaller and smaller, as if it were about to disappear.

  And I also fell directly to the floor, damn it, finally safe. Old Yi, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be fine, just exhausted and out of energy. After seeing that female corpse fall to the ground, he knew everything was over. Although he was too tired to move, he let out a sigh of relief.

  Then he said to me: "Lao Cui, it's nothing now, isn't it awesome? What did you just do to make it okay?"

  Because Lao Yi didn't open his eyes, he couldn't see the soul that was beaten out of him just now, and naturally he also didn't know the ferocity of my fingernails.

  I shook my little pinky at him and said, "Thanks to it."

  Lao Yi obviously didn't understand what was going on, and I was about to explain to him how my fingernail could have such a big impact when I suddenly felt another wave of cold air.

  I turned my head around, and since the corpse had lost its soul, it was now just a pile of smelly meat, so the evil spirit in the room had dissipated. But why did I still feel cold? As soon as I turned my head, damn it, I saw another scene that could scare me to pee my pants.

  Only to see that the soul that was beaten out of his body by Lao Yi earlier has not dispersed yet, and is actually slowly transforming into a human shape! Damn it! Not even letting me live in peace with Lao Yi anymore!

  I see this scene and call Ku Lian Tian up, what's going on?! Just finished fighting the corpse, now I have to fight a ghost again?

  But I thought, having come all the way on the Long March, it wouldn't make a difference now, so I steeled myself and made my sore right hand stop shaking, and drew another palm symbol on my left hand.

  Lao Yi saw this expression on me and suddenly cried out in distress: "No way! Don't tell me something's happened again!"

  I smiled wryly and nodded to him, then stood up, nervously staring at the soul that had taken on a human form. The soul seemed to be like a puff of smoke, slowly taking shape as it floated gently in the air.

  It was the female corpse that I and Lao Yi had beaten up earlier, but it had now restored its beautiful appearance in the photo, with long hair draped over its shoulders, a pale and slightly too white melon-seed face, although not very clear. Under the fluorescent lamp, it gave people a feeling like a reflection in the water. Moreover, its eyes had also changed, no longer greedy like when it was pretending to be a corpse, but instead looked confused.

  Moreover, the most important thing is that I didn't feel any ominous aura from it, but only a cold and gloomy feeling that makes people feel melancholic and sorrowful.

  I know I describe it this way, maybe everyone won't understand, but at that time my feeling was really like that.

  I saw that there was no evil energy emanating from its body, and I felt a little more at ease. After all, if it didn't have any evil energy, it was just a poor wandering soul with not much destructive power.

  It's probably because of the yin and yang mistake earlier, after it died horizontally and slept on a soft pillow, which led to the condensation of the killing energy, so it came back to life and lost its rationality. Now that Lao Yi has beaten out its soul, it can't touch the killing energy in the corpse, so it's turned back into a wandering spirit in a state of confusion.

  I have to say, this girl is really good-looking. Just as I was stunned, she seemed to have seen me and the old Yi who was lying on the ground. She actually spoke up, saying in surprise: "How did I end up here? Who are you?"

  Now that he's said that, I'm almost completely at ease. As it turns out, it still doesn't know it's already dead. What just happened was just a big fuss caused by the taboo of stopping corpses.

  I let out a sigh of relief as long as there's no danger, it's all good. I'll just explain things to it properly and help it reincarnate as soon as possible, that's the right thing to do anyway.

  So I opened my mouth and bitterly smiled at it, saying: "How to say this... let's just put it simply, you're already dead. You died in a car accident. You're now a ghost."

  The old man on the ground looked at me and seemed to have guessed something, after all, he wasn't really stupid, he also understood that being able to communicate would reduce the need for violence. So he didn't interrupt me, now he seems to have recovered a bit, struggling to sit up, weakly taking out a cigarette and lighting it. He puffed on it, watching me negotiate with the female ghost he couldn't see.

  The female ghost listened to me and was stunned, saying with a mixture of fear and trust: "Impossible, I only remember drinking too much, then driving home... after that, I don't know anything. Are you guys joking?"

  I smiled wryly and shook my head, pointing to the corpse behind it and said: "You see for yourself, be prepared psychologically."

  He turned his head and suddenly let out a loud cry of fright!

  After all, she's a rich girl, probably hasn't seen much blood in her life, let alone a corpse, and it's her own. Anyone would collapse under this situation.

  I know that explaining it this way, everyone may still not quite understand, so let me put it simply. If one day you wake up and get out of bed, then look back at the bed and see that you're still sleeping in it. What would you think?

  Everyone fears death, which is the fear of the unknown after death. However, if one day you clearly see your own corpse, then you will definitely think that this death is not real, or it's just a dream.

  Although it is said that life is just a big dream, when you wake up, you still can't accept that it's just a dream.

  At this moment, the female ghost in front of me was like that, screaming and shaking her body constantly. Her figure, which was originally like a reflection in water, became distorted due to extreme stimulation, as if it were a poor TV signal, or ripples appeared on the surface of the water.

  Looking at it like this, I suddenly feel that I don't know what to say either, and can only quietly look at it, this poor wretched soul that almost killed me and Lao Yi.

  (Next chapter enters the climax part, thank you for your support.)