The man fell silent for a moment. Though he was a ghost, he still emitted a sense of sadness.
"Can you give me a hundred years?" he suddenly asked.
"Why?" I asked, knowing the answer already.
"I want to try," he said, turning his unresponsive eyes to the broken bones on the ground. "Perhaps there's still a way."
But how could a shattered soul be saved? He was simply refusing to accept the truth and deceiving himself.
Watching him, I thought of my own several hundred years. It's difficult to accumulate merit, and maybe true hopelessness is better than chasing after unreachable hope.
I approached him with the woman in my arms, and he turned his eyes back to me.
"Find me in the underworld in a hundred years. My name is Qin Su," I said. With my fingers joined together, I engraved the "Bodhi Mantra" on his forehead with a burst of golden light.
The man winced in pain but remained silent. As a ghost, he was of yin and darkness, while the Bodhi Mantra was of utmost yang and brightness, causing him great harm.
After finishing the spell, I withdrew my hand and said to the man, "Remember, you only have a hundred years."
The man was silent, using his hands to slowly climb out of the grave, with dirt falling off his emaciated body. Most of his clothes had rotted away and shattered with the wind.
After climbing out of the grave, the man knelt down in front of me, with stiff legs like they were broken, and kowtowed, "Thank you, Miss, for your great kindness."
It was barely dawn, and since I had promised him a hundred years, there was no need for me to stay here. Moreover, there was someone else who was seriously injured in my arms.
After the man raised his head, I had already left. He slowly stood up like in slow motion, walked a few steps forward, bent over to pick up the broken bones on the ground, and then walked slowly to another place to pick up the broken flesh.
As he continued to move, the man's body became more flexible than before, and in the end, he picked up all the broken bones and flesh.
The man went back to his grave, put the broken bones and flesh inside, and carefully buried them. He then used his bony hands to pat down the grave.
Then the man went to the withered forest, broke off a piece of dead wood and carried it back.
He used the dead wood as a tombstone and wrote four characters side by side on it with his finger, "Wind Born, Rain Sound."
The man stayed in front of the grave for a month before leaving to find a way to resurrect himself. The chaotic cemetery remained a chaotic cemetery, but with a newly overturned old tomb.
I flew towards the west holding a woman in my arms, where my old friend, "Ghost Doctor," was located. He was highly skilled in medicine and as long as you haven't lost your soul, he could find a way to save you.
As the night fell, I finally arrived at the Ghost Doctor's residence with the woman in my arms. Although he was named "Ghost," his place of residence was like a paradise, surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers.
Without hesitation, I walked towards the two empty gaps between the peaks in front of me. The formation was activated, and a flash of white light appeared. I walked into another space without any obstacles.
I saw the Ghost Doctor, who had light green long hair, standing under a tree not far away, studying something.
The Ghost Doctor was not a human nor a ghost, but a bamboo spirit. I had saved him in the past, and I gave him this residence, inviting the King of Hell to set up a protective formation outside for him.
It could be said that only the two of us, me and the King of Hell, could directly enter without any obstacles.
Feeling the fluctuations of the formation, the Ghost Doctor turned his head towards the door. His narrow eyes lifted upwards, and his green pupils became visibly unhappy upon seeing me.
"Why are you here again?" The Ghost Doctor's crisp voice carried some dissatisfaction.
I was already used to his attitude. The Ghost Doctor was someone who disliked trouble, but over the years, my accumulation of merit had caused him quite a bit of trouble.
Approaching him with the woman in my arms, I began to explain her condition to him. "She was possessed before, lost a lot of blood, and then I stabbed her with a sword. Now I'm using 'Soul Hook' to hang onto her last breath."
The ghost doctor didn't look at the woman in my arms, but instead looked at me with a sneering expression and said, "It's rare to accumulate virtue by hurting people like you do."
I smiled helplessly. It was true that out of the ten times I saved people, six of them were injured by me and had to come to him to be saved.
"Bring her in." The ghost doctor walked ahead towards the medical room. This was a wooden house that the ghost doctor had built specifically for saving people, because he liked cleanliness and never allowed anyone to enter his room without his permission.
At first, I didn't know this and walked in, only to have him throw a teacup at me and kick me out. After that, he didn't speak to me for a whole year.
When I brought the king of Hell with me, I made sure to give him a good warning, so that he didn't end up being thrown out by the ghost doctor.
I laid the woman in my arms on the bed. Her white gauze dress was stained with a large amount of blood, her face was pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and her hair was dry.
I stepped back, and the ghost doctor put on his special gloves and calmly approached, tying his green long hair behind his head and putting on the clothes hanging on the nearby hanger before he started to work.
When I first saw these gloves, I didn't know what they were for, so I asked curiously. The ghost doctor stroked his slender fingers and said, "Of course, it's to keep my hands clean."
After putting on the gloves, the ghost doctor lowered his head and picked up the scissors on the bedside table, cutting open the woman's dress at the chest wound.
As the dress was cut open, the wound with flesh turned outwards was revealed. The ghost doctor was already familiar with the damage caused by my sword.
After putting the scissors back, he walked to the flower pot by the window, placed a finger on the emerald green leaves, and a small, almost transparent white spider crawled out from the root of the leaf and onto the ghost doctor's finger.
This spider was not an ordinary spider, but a "medical spider" specially raised by the ghost doctor. The normal name of the medical spider was the white jade spider, because its entire body was white and transparent like top-grade jade. However, after being cultivated by the ghost doctor, it became his assistant when healing.
The ghost doctor held out his finger and returned to the bed, and the medical spider crawled into the wound along his finger. Soon, it was stained red with blood, blending in with the wound.
However, there was a strand of spider silk left on the tip of the ghost doctor's finger. The ghost doctor stared at the wound with his blue eyes and flicked his finger up. The medical spider that had crawled into the wound was then controlled to the broken blood vessel.
The ghost doctor's hand began to rotate in circles, and the medical spider on the blood vessel also spun and spun with the ghost doctor's movements, wrapping around the broken blood vessel.