With practiced ease, Qiao Wei drew a talisman from his sleeve and slapped it against the man's forehead. The air crackled with a subtle hum of energy as he began his chant.
"Aaaarghhh!!! AAARGHHHHHH!!!"
"Spirits of the unseen realms," Qiao Wei's voice resonated, "I, Disciple Qiao Wei of Wushan Temple Sect, call upon your aid. Release this soul from its earthly tether and guide it towards peaceful rest. Let it find solace and leave this vessel unharmed at once. RELEASE!"
As his voice echoed through the room, Qiao Wei channeled a surge of spiritual energy, pushing it towards the man with a firm, controlled movement.
The man stumbled back, the two spirits within him fighting for control.
"ARGHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE! THIS BODY IS MINE! MINE!"
"Your clinging only brings suffering to you," Qiao Wei countered, his tone firm yet laced with compassion. "Move on to the Underworld and reincarnate into a new life."
