Chapter 40: Beyond One’s Control—The Body, the Will, and the Heart

Soul Manipulation Spell to Control the Body and Urge the Heart—when the body is not its own, the self is not of the heart, and the heart is not of the body.

The terrifying power of this spell lies in its ability to fully control the victim’s flesh from a hundred miles away.

All that is needed is to place a drop of the target’s essence blood together with one’s own into water, add a secret medicine to fuse them, then evenly coat the mixture onto silk threads. These threads are tied around a palm-sized human-shaped doll.

Though called a doll, it is essentially a straw figure, stitched with pigskin on the outside, and vermilion painted upon it.

Once this is done, the spellcaster manipulates the doll via the silk threads, which is equivalent to controlling the target.

Although this method is sinister and deadly—killing without a trace and impossible to guard against—it comes at a tremendous price.

Grandfather once said that the Heavenly Way is fair. Within the limits allowed by the Heavenly Way, the use of certain secret arts brings no consequence to the practitioner.

But once those boundaries are crossed, shortening one’s lifespan or death is mild; at worst, it brings disaster upon three generations.

Therefore, this incantation is rarely used. It’s a clear case of hurting the enemy a thousand and damaging oneself eight hundred—a loss that outweighs the gain.

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“Get out of the way!”

In the blink of an eye, the uncle’s target was Tong Ruan. He leapt on one foot, reaching out as if to strangle her.

Though I disliked Tong Ruan—someone who had insulted both me and my grandfather—I could not let her come to harm right under my nose.

I shouted, knocking Tong Ruan aside, sending myself directly into the path of the uncle.

His ten fingers twisted at strange angles, but that didn’t stop him from gripping my throat.

He was immensely strong; I couldn’t break free as he desperately pushed me backwards, squeezing my neck.

As I stumbled back, my foot slipped and I fell, landing on the sofa with a dull thud.

Had it not been for the sofa, I would have been half-dead from the fall even without his intervention.

But he pressed down on me, making it even harder to struggle.

With all his strength, he squeezed my throat, his upper body rising slowly.

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He suddenly opened his mouth wide toward me, sticking out his tongue.

A rank, foul stench issued from his mouth, especially as blood from his torn mouth corners mixed with saliva, dripping steadily onto my face.

Disgusting as it was, I could do nothing. My face reddened more and more.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to use Maoshan arts, but none of them worked on this uncle.

He was being manipulated by silk threads, not possessed; to stop him, I would either have to kill him or sever the connection with the doll.

I couldn’t kill, and even if I could break the link, I’d need to stand up first!

“Crash!”

In a moment of urgency, Tong Ruan grabbed a vase from the floor and smashed it over the uncle’s head.

The vase shattered, fragments embedding in his scalp, blood quickly covering his face.

But he showed no reaction to pain or injury.

He only paused for a moment, then continued his grotesque laughter, still squeezing my throat.

Tong Ruan, despite being a woman, showed no hesitation in her actions.

Seeing the vase had failed to make him let go, she grabbed her handbag from the floor and rummaged through it.

Soon, she pulled out a moderately sized stun baton and flicked the switch, crackling with electricity.

Panting, Tong Ruan struck the uncle with the baton.

Though he felt no pain, flesh was still flesh; even without consciousness, the body reacts naturally to external harm.

Just as now—though his expression remained twisted, as if ready to kill me the next moment, his body betrayed him.

After being struck on the spine, he began to tremble, his grip on my neck weakening.

Finally, his body slumped, falling stiffly to the ground, convulsing from time to time.

Tong Ruan, fearing he might recover quickly, knelt down and delivered another jolt.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

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After sitting up, I gasped for breath, rubbing my jaw.

Who would have thought I’d be saved by Tong Ruan.

Leaning against the sofa, head tilted, I gave her stun baton a thumbs-up, finally managing to utter, “Impressive.”

After a brief rest, I stood, went into the bedroom, and tore the bedsheet and quilt into strips to tie up the uncle.

Ensuring he was securely bound, I went to the kitchen and fetched a fruit knife.

Seeing me approach with the knife, Tong Ruan pointed the stun baton at me in panic. “What…what are you doing? You can’t kill him. We…should call the police.”

If we called the police, the uncle would likely be ruined, and in this matter, he was also a victim.

I shook my head, refusing her suggestion. “No need. It’ll be fine soon.”

Without giving her a chance to object, I used the fruit knife to make shallow cuts on the uncle’s brow, wrists, and ankles.

Then I applied a Jiawu Fire Break Curse to each wound.

Tong Ruan, curious about my actions, asked, “Jiang Huai, what…what are you doing?”

I glanced at her, but didn’t answer.

Biting my finger, I squeezed out blood, dabbing it onto each talisman.

After putting down the knife, I took a deep breath, swiftly forming seals with my hands, chanting, “Heaven is round, earth is square; restore the altar’s clarity; by urgent decree, break!”

Crack…

A sound of rupture echoed in the air, and the flames vanished.

At that instant, the uncle drew a deep breath, suddenly sitting upright, his eyes vacant as he stared at me.

All at once, his soul seemed to return, and the pain from his head and mouth made him let out an agonized, guttural scream!

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