Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 224 The Conman 24

Outside the water mirror, Wu Jin watched as the Painted Skin Ghost revealed its true form as a vengeful ghost and lunged at Ling Yi, and he let out a cold laugh.

It's just a tiny, illusory peach tree. How can it be compared to the core of the ancient peach tree, one of the ten great spiritual roots?

Does it also match?

In the water mirror, the moment Hua Dai attacked, Ling Yi flashed a talisman in her hand, and a sandstorm swirled in the room.

Unlike the small pile of sand before, every grain of sand in this sandstorm was extremely heavy and seemed to have a sense of self, shooting towards Hua Dai.

The protective aura surrounding Hua Dai was quickly shattered by the sand, like a broken glass dome, and lost its ability to protect her.

The next moment, the sand shot through Hua Dai's body like sharp arrows, creating transparent channels.

Hua Dai felt that with each grain of sand that passed through her body, her magic weakened a little.

The magical power she had painstakingly cultivated over the years was almost completely destroyed in this sandstorm.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she let out a shrill scream. Her beautiful face flushed red, and her fingernails grew so large that she reached out to grab Ling Yi.

Since we can't defend it, then we won't defend it. As long as we kill this guy, there will be nothing left to absorb her magic power!

Ling Yi retreated rapidly, raising her arm to throw out another talisman.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted at that moment, striking directly at Hua Dai's head.

Her blood-red hair was chopped black, and Hua Dai was once again trapped in place, unable to move forward.

This was not an evenly matched battle; it was Ling Yi's practical lesson shortly after she learned magic.

She only needed to use everything she had learned before, but Hua Dai, who was being beaten, had to consider many things.

First, he threw out all his defensive magical artifacts, then he threw out the painting he was using to block it, and finally he even threw out his protective robe.

However, all of these actions had no impact on Lingyi's practical class.

Amidst lightning, thunder, torrential rain, and swirling snow, the monster accurately pierced Hua Dai's dantian with a peach wood sword.

The memories that once belonged to the original owner resurfaced at this moment. The painted-skin ghost, which was so powerful that she could not feel any other emotions besides despair, was now being beaten around like a punching bag, with no ability to defend herself.

This was a simple massacre, a one-sided beating of the painted-skin demon.

Her body was beaten to a pulp, and whenever a bit of flesh and blood fell off, it would turn into yin energy and disappear.

The moment the peach wood sword pierced her dantian, Hua Dai's eyes widened even more.

Because of this one sword, she felt invincible.

So, what was the person in front of you doing before?

Was it purely torture?

A sense of humiliation rose within her, and she sneered, "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

The sword tip was already touching the Ghost Core, so why spare her life?

Ling Yi ignored her and instead turned her gaze to her master, who was earnestly treating the unconscious woman.

She didn't believe the old man was making a scene, clinging to her leg just to watch the show. He wouldn't do something that wouldn't be worthwhile; he must have something to ask.

Ling Yunzi was applying talismans to the woman's face, one stack after another. After being noticed by Ling Yi, he stood up and walked to Hua Dai: "I ask you, where did you get this method of absorbing people's lifespan?"

Looking at the powerless old man before him, the Painted Skin Demon seemed to have thought of something. His gray pupils slowly lit up, and he burst into laughter.

"Want to know? Dream on!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned forward, letting the peach wood sword pierce deep into her body.

Peach wood is believed to ward off evil spirits, and this little evil spirit was instantly reduced to ashes by the repelling power of the peach tree core, leaving Ling Yunzi with a mystery.

"Eh?" Ling Yunzi reached out his hand, speechless for a moment.

He muttered, "I was thinking that if you confessed, I would spare your life."

Catching the ghost pill from the ashes, Ling Yi glanced at Ling Yunzi and asked, "Are you serious?"

Ling Yunzi stroked his beard: "You know, a conman like me never tells the truth."

Of course, we should try to trick this imposter and get her to reveal some information.

Her sinister cultivation method contains traces of human Taoist practices, just like that monster from back then.

When Ling Yunzi heard about what she had done, he wanted to know who had taught her the magic and if he could find out who was behind it all.

But he never expected that this ghost, who was a demon, would be so loyal to the person who taught her magic, refusing to reveal even a single word about that person, even at the cost of her life.

"What a blunder," he muttered to himself, slapping his forehead.

He just wanted to find out who killed his teacher, but why was it so difficult?

Ling Yi glanced at the room, which had been wrecked by her talismans and resembled a disaster zone, and patted her master on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we'll find out eventually!"

Since this wasn't an isolated incident, she refused to believe that the person behind it all had only cultivated two spirits over the years.

As long as enough spirits are found, someone will always be willing to betray him.

Ling Yunzi said dejectedly, "This is the only way."

Over the years, he lost all communication with the cultivation world because he had lost his magical powers. Now that there is hope, it is better than before, so what is there to rush?

"Leave?" Ling Yunzi glanced at the woman who was about to open her eyes, then swiftly jumped over and knocked her unconscious with a chop to the neck, before asking Ling Yi.

"Wait a minute." Ling Yi hesitated for a moment, then took out a... feather from her bosom?

The feathers were incredibly magnificent, radiating a dazzling light the moment they appeared, as if they were about to transform into a blazing sun.

Ling Yi clenched her fist slightly, and the feather that was about to shoot into the sky instantly lost its light and transformed into a small dagger according to her will.

Ling Yi carefully scraped a wisp of powder off the ghost pill with her dagger and flicked it into the nose of the unconscious woman.

The woman subconsciously inhaled the breath, and the lividity on her body slowly dissipated. Her body, which had returned to its original state due to the inability to maintain the illusion, truly maintained its youthful appearance with the help of the ghost pill of a painted skin ghost.

Maintaining eternal youth is also one of the abilities of the Painted Skin Demon.

However, staying young forever does not mean you will never die.

This lady's lifespan will be whatever it is meant to be. All Lingyi can do for her is to ensure that she remains in her most cherished state before she dies.

As she scraped off the surface of the Ghost Core, a faint, painful scream came from within it; it was the last vestige of Hua Dai's consciousness.

Ling Yi's actions were tantamount to being slowly sliced ​​to death.

But she had to make up for the trouble she caused herself, and Ling Yi didn't care how much pain she was in.

If executing her by a thousand cuts could truly save those people's lives, then Hua Dai is already on the shelf waiting for her turn.

Her seemingly effortless method of tormenting ghosts caused those outside the water curtain with demon cores or ghost cores to feel a sharp pain in their dantian and instinctively clutch their dantian.