Hua Ling nodded: ‘In that case, it’s been a year and 45 days.’
Jiang Yu: ‘…
The woman continued, ‘This place was originally a deserted village. I lived in the nearby village when I was alive, but because I was a descendant of a witchcraft clan, the people in my clan were afraid that after I died, the venomous witchcraft would come back to life and bring disaster to the village… So they buried me in this back cave. But I woke up inexplicably less than a day after being buried. Then I heard someone calling my name, and following the sound, I found this…monster. He said he saved me.’
Jiang Yu suddenly interrupted, ‘I was saying, I have never heard that the plague’s breath can bring the dead back to life. It has always been that the plague’s breath collides with the poison in your body, allowing you to preserve your immortal body. However, even if the body does not die, when the lifespan is over, the ghostly officials will come to take your soul to the underworld. Unless, someone performs the soul-fixing technique on you.’
Hua Ling pointed with his hand, and the direction of his finger was directly at a certain beast that Jiang Yu was stepping on.
Jiang Yu was shocked: ‘You mean… this cow can fix the soul?!’
‘I’m not a cow!’ The cow was angry, puffing out its nostrils, ‘What the hell soul-fixing technique? I just shared some demonic energy with her.’
Jiang Yu slammed an iron fist into the cow’s head, knocking it out cold. ‘Shut up!’
Hua Ling waved his hand: ‘Hey, that’s enough. You can’t let envy kill off important clues.’
Jiang Yu was very unhappy: ‘Who’s envious…?’
Hua Ling ignored him and turned back to He Shi and continued: ‘So you had a longing for the mortal world and didn’t want to be lonely, so you ran from this cave…outside? And then…let me see, you met your husband.’