Weiwei used her blood as a guide and wrote the word "Imperial" on the Soul-absorbing Bottle. Her small hand formed a Pinching Flower Mudra, and then she slapped the mouth of the Soul-absorbing Bottle. In an instant, countless voices rang out. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were roaring, and some were cursing. Countless voices overlapped, but it was impossible to hear what they were saying.
For a moment, ghosts were crying and gods were howling. Everyone's expression changed. They desperately covered their ears with their hands, but it was useless. Their faces showed painful expressions.
"Up!"
Weiwei scolded softly. She pointed her sword finger at the mouth of the Soul-absorbing Bottle. With a poof, a thumb-sized white stopper flew out of the bottle. Weiwei grabbed it in her hand and squeezed it hard. In less than a moment, a wisp of white powder slipped from Weiwei's palm and dispersed with the wind.
At the same time, countless figures suddenly flew out of the Soul-absorbing Bottle and stood in the surroundings.
The layers of ghostly shadows made the people around them pale. Some of them even sat on the ground and chanted, "Allahu God, Holy Mother Mary!"
It was unknown how many layers of ghosts there were. In short, they were so densely packed that they couldn't see the end of them. Fortunately, the ghosts only stayed in the air for a moment, then turned into green smoke and flew away.
They came and went quickly. In just a few seconds, there were only thirteen lonely figures left. They were all wearing the uniform of the Medical University. They lowered their heads in silence.
"Who are they?"
Du Kang looked at the thirteen figures and suddenly widened his eyes. He pointed at the ghost standing at the front. "It's him. That headless zombie is him!"
"Don't be nervous. This is only his three souls. His seven spirits are refined into the zombie body. His three souls and seven spirits are incomplete. His spiritual power is low and he can't attack."
Weiwei patted Du Kang's shoulder and told him not to make a fuss. The shout just now had scared the surrounding policemen so much that they almost pulled out their guns on the spot.
"They are all half-soul ghosts now. They can't be reincarnated even if they go to the underworld. Only after their zombie bodies are refined and their seven spirits are freed can they gather their souls again. You all come over."
Weiwei took out a blank talisman from her waist and waved it in the air. The thirteen half-soul ghosts turned into thirteen wisps of green smoke and entered the talisman.
"What about those souls?" Jiao Zhitong also reacted and hurriedly walked over to ask.
Weiwei patted Jiao Zhitong's shoulder. "Jiao Zhitong, don't worry. Those souls have returned to their bodies. The rest is up to you. Oh right, don't forget my reward." She turned to look at Du Kang. "Xiao Pang, let's go. I'm exhausted today."
Du Kang and Weiwei got in the car and left under the admiring gazes of the policemen.
In the car, Du Kang leaned against the back of the chair and looked sideways at Weiwei, who was blushing as if nothing had happened. "Sister Chu, are your injuries all right?"
"Yes!"
Weiwei nodded and patted her chest with her little hand. "Xiao Pang, don't forget who I am. Is 1,500 years of cultivation just for show?"
"Uh, okay. You're awesome, you're awesome!"
Du Kang admired Weiwei from the bottom of his heart, but he kept curling his lips in his heart. "If I hadn't carried you down, you would have died. 1,500 years of cultivation."
"By the way, Sister Chu, how do you think Jiao Zhitong will deal with this?
I don't think he'll be able to cover up such a big thing. "
"Don't worry. Old Jiao is an expert when it comes to this kind of thing. He'll just find some excuse like food poisoning or a gas pipeline leak. Then, he'll invite some expert to decipher and refute the rumors. Then, he'll completely block all related news and posts on the Internet. In this way, the matter will probably be settled in less than a week."
"Is it as easy as you say?"
"Of course. Don't forget who we are. We're Chinese, a race with seven seconds of memory. There are many keyboard warriors who talk about deep hatred and moral bottom line. At first, it's overwhelming, but after two or three days, people forget about it."
Listening to Weiwei's words, Du Kang thought it was true. Du Kang didn't deny that he was also one of the seven seconds of memory that Weiwei mentioned. There were some things in life that needed to be forgotten. Otherwise, one would be overwhelmed by it sooner or later. Remembering the lesson and not repeating the same mistakes was the right way to go. Of course, there were also many things that couldn't be forgotten, such as national integrity.
It was only a few minutes' drive from the Medical University to the 1314 convenience store. On the way, Weiwei and Du Kang chatted.
"Oh my, I'm finally home!" When they reached the second floor, Du Kang slumped on the sofa and stretched comfortably.
"Get off, it's so dirty!"
Weiwei pushed Du Kang's big feet away from the coffee table and sat next to Du Kang. She kicked Du Kang to the side with her little feet and said, "Over there, over there. Give me some space."
Du Kang moved to the side consciously and leaned his head on the sofa's armrest. He looked at Weiwei, who was lying on the other side of the sofa. "Sister Chu, are you hungry?"
Weiwei rubbed her belly and tilted her head to look at Du Kang. "Xiao Pang, are you hungry too?"
"I've been hungry for a long time." Du Kang sat up immediately. "Sister Chu, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"
"No, no, no. You're heavily injured today. Let me cook for you. I'll let you have a taste of my cooking too." Weiwei jumped up from the sofa and patted Du Kang's shoulder to push him back into the sofa. She then rubbed her hands together and ran into the kitchen.
Du Kang sat on the sofa and scratched the back of his head. He listened to the sounds in the kitchen and mumbled to himself, "Oh my, why is Sister Chu making so much noise? Why does it sound like there's a war?"
It was rare for Du Kang to be served by others since he was young. Although he always felt a little uneasy, it was only a matter of a few headaches. Since he was used to it, he simply lay down and occupied the entire sofa. He took out his phone and was ready to eat chicken dinner. Needless to say, there were really people playing in the middle of the night. While he was clearing the blue circle, Weiwei's voice came from the kitchen. "It's time to eat!"
"Xiao Pang, you're in for a treat today. Come, come, come. Try my scrambled eggs. Oh, and this, fried ribbonfish. Hurry up and eat. Don't just stare. Weren't you complaining about being hungry just now?"
Weiwei had a small apron tied around her waist. She held a spatula in one hand and a frying pan in the other. Her little face was black from the smoke and her big eyes were blinking like little stars. She looked full of anticipation. The only thing missing was a note on her forehead that said, "Hurry up and praise my cooking!"
"Uh …" Du Kang sat at the table with his chopsticks in his hand. He looked at the blackened scrambled eggs on the table and picked up something that looked like a piece of charcoal. He turned around and asked Weiwei, "Sister Chu, what's this?"
"Fried ribbonfish. Why? Don't tell me you've never eaten fried ribbonfish before?"