Chapter 378 : The Hungry Ghost Festival (3)
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."
The man, possessed by the lost spirit, thrashed about wildly, his eyes filled with a desperate longing for life. But Qiao Wei stood resolute, his hand forming a seal that pulsed with golden light. He unleashed a series of shimmering orbs at the man, each one infused with the power to sever the spirit’s hold.
"IF YOU FORCE ME TO LEAVE, I AM GOING TO TAKE THIS MAN WITH ME!"
The possessed man screamed, a chilling mix of defiance and fear. He lunged towards his own chest, driven by the lost spirit’s desperation.
But before his fingers could touch any flesh, a golden streak flashed through the air. It was a droplet of tea, momentarily solidified by Zhang Fengxi’s spiritual power. It struck the possessed man’s wrist with an audible cracking sound.