The girl in white walked straight into the courtyard without even glancing at Changqing. Changqing raised his hand to stop her, "Miss, wait a moment. Are you looking for someone?"
The girl in white continued to walk as if she hadn't heard him. Changqing quickly jogged a few steps and blocked her path. "Miss, you'd better not go in there." Changqing's expression was serious, and he kept glancing at the hall, fearing that Little Wang's widow might suddenly lunge out.
The girl in white finally looked at Changqing properly, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise. She even turned to look behind her, as if to confirm that the person blocking her way was indeed herself.
"The situation is quite complicated. It's hard to explain. Why don't you wait outside for a while?" Changqing suggested.
The girl in white's expression became guarded. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her gaze turned somewhat fierce. She took a few steps back, staring straight at Changqing.
From the inner room, the child's crying grew louder. Changqing couldn't wait for anyone else to arrive, so he picked up the kitchen knife from the courtyard, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and walked into the hall.
In front of the inner room, Changqing took several deep breaths and gently pushed open the door. "Help my child!" Little Wang's widow was standing right at the door, her arm stiffly holding the wailing child.
Changqing's scalp tingled, and he almost swung the knife at her. "Brother Changqing, please, help my child again!" Little Wang's widow's voice was somewhat eerie. Her numb face was expressionless, and her eyes were still turbid and lifeless. But her tone was full of pleading.
Changqing tightened his grip on the knife, then loosened it, and finally placed it on the ground. He took the child from Little Wang's widow. The child's crying immediately weakened. "How long has it been since he last ate?" Changqing coaxed the child.
"Three days," Little Wang's widow replied with concern, and without any hesitation, she began to unbutton her clothes.
"Boil some rice porridge," Changqing quickly stopped her. "It's not time to wean him yet..."
"Do as I say." "Alright." Little Wang's widow walked towards the kitchen, each step unsteady. Her legs seemed unable to bend, and she moved forward stiffly, as if she might fall at any moment, or as if she might jump up at any time.
The girl in white had intended to leave but, upon seeing this, walked straight in. She stood beside Changqing, examining him up and down.
"She's actually..." Changqing didn't know how to continue. "She's not convenient. Why don't you help her boil some rice porridge?" Changqing looked at the girl in white.
"I'm not convenient either," the girl in white shook her head, her eyes never leaving Changqing.
"Then you hold the child, and I'll boil the porridge." Changqing tried to hand the child to the girl in white.
The girl in white still refused: "Not convenient."
Changqing's brow furrowed, "Are you here to find her?"
"Yes."
"What's your relationship with her? Why won't you help at all?"
"My relationship with her is the same as yours with her."
"???" Changqing was instantly puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"To kill her."
"Hiss!" Changqing's mind raced, and he understood.
"Are you a cultivator?"
"Sort of."
"Can you exorcise ghosts?"
"A little bit."
"What should we do in this situation?"
"I said it before, kill."
Changqing fell silent, holding the child tightly in his arms. The girl in white tilted her head, examining Changqing's expression, and said, "You should be aware that she has already turned into a zombie. If we don't kill her now, she will become a malevolent ghost. Then, everyone in this entire town will die."
"Is it that serious?" Changqing felt a heavy weight in his heart.
The girl in white also looked at the child and continued, "The reason she turned into a zombie is because she died suddenly, with too much attachment. Her soul is gathered but not dispersed. Likely, she was afraid that no one would take care of the child after her death. But now, although she still has some sanity, it is already fragmented."
Saying this, the girl in white became puzzled, "You should know all of this."
"Why should I know?"
"Because you have abilities beyond my understanding."
"What abilities?" Changqing himself was puzzled.
"Because you can see me."
"!!!" Changqing's mind was on fire, struggling to swallow his saliva. From the kitchen came the sound of Little Wang's widow falling, but there was no scream. It seemed that even with great difficulty, Little Wang's widow was still persisting in boiling rice porridge for the child. Changqing's face turned grim.
He suddenly remembered that he had chanted a spell, cast a spell, and opened the Yin-Yang Eyes...
Changqing inconspicuously moved towards the kitchen knife. The girl in white saw everything but did not stop him. She let Changqing grab the knife and raise it at her.
The girl in white smiled, "Ordinary weapons and iron cannot kill me."
"Not necessarily!" Changqing encouraged himself inwardly. Since he could open the Yin-Yang Eyes, then the other spells he had gained through the Hundred-Year Dream must also be useful!
"She has already turned into a zombie. If you won't kill her, why do you want to kill me?" The girl in white asked.
Changqing was taken aback.
The girl in white clicked her tongue in amazement, "I originally thought you were a strong person from above, but I didn't expect you to be just a small cultivator in the physical training stage. Your abilities are indeed very strange, but... not powerful. To put it simply, they are useless."
"Hesitation leads to chaos. There are countless people like you who are indecisive. The final result is often regret and lifelong pain."
The girl in white disdainfully glanced at the kitchen knife in Changqing's hand, "Well, with just this kitchen knife, you actually can't kill her. Let me do it."
"Wait!"
"Why wait? Wait for her to become a malevolent ghost?"
"The rice porridge should be almost ready."
"..."
The girl in white's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She stared at Changqing and said sternly, "This is not a joke! I am only at the Qi-Condensation stage, just a little stronger than you! She already has the strength of the Qi-Condensation stage now, and once she becomes a malevolent ghost, she will be at the Spirit-Awareness stage!"
"I'm not afraid of death, and I suppose you aren't either." The girl in white said slowly, "But what about the townspeople? I can't let them be in danger!"
"Can't we even wait for a little while?"
"We can't wait."
"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"
Changqing held the child with one hand and tightened his grip on the kitchen knife with the other. Amidst the girl in white's contemptuous gaze, Changqing quickly chanted the spell.
"Heaven is round, earth is square, the law commands the nine chapters!" "Call upon the Old Lord above, to dispel the inauspicious!" "The Heavenly Master's execution, no mercy for the powerful!" "First slay the evil ghost, then the night's light!"
The kitchen knife in Changqing's hand was covered with a divine radiance. This radiance, like the dawn breaking through the night, made the already dark Purple Bamboo Town seem as if it were daylight again.
Such a strange phenomenon made the girl in white change her expression in horror. She couldn't help but be terrified and retreated step by step.
"What is this?" The words that slipped out, it was unclear whether they referred to the kitchen knife, the strange phenomenon, or Changqing himself.
The girl in white's understanding was once again shattered. She had no doubt that the kitchen knife in this man's hand could easily annihilate her at this moment!
"Invoke the Old Lord's divine sword!" Changqing awkwardly made a sword flourish.