Xia Xianning ignored him, carefully examining the clothing inch by inch, finally stopping at the right shoulder. He spread out the fabric, touched it with his finger, and shouted: “Pardon decree, descend from the sky, five ghosts reveal yourselves!”
A black pattern appeared – the image of a flying head separated from its body. On the heart of the flying head was a strange symbol, dark red and barely distinguishable.
He pinched it and confirmed: “It’s blood.”
Xia Xianning opened the bottle of wild ghosts, and indeed, the ghosts inside seemed drugged, rushing to the symbol, kissing and touching it. Those who couldn’t get close simply rubbed the fabric, leaving Luo Yingbai stunned and realizing their previous restraint.
“What’s going on? Take a look quickly.”
Xia Xianning diligently researched for a while and said: “To curse with a flying head spell, you need the blood of the cursed person. This symbol on the clothing is likely for drawing blood. Wandering ghosts instinctively approach when they sense blood with evil energy, which explains everything.”
Luo Yingbai said: “Oh, I understand now. The vengeful ghost you were chasing that night ran to Ou Zihen’s home because it smelled the blood on him!”
He touched his chin: “It seems Ou Zihen, though dislikable, suffered an undeserved disaster this time. I speculate the culprit originally wanted to harm Weile, so first tampered with the dragon robe, but then the role changed, and Ou Zihen wore the robe from beginning to end.”
He tugged at the robe in Xia Xianning’s hand: “As for this clothing, first Weile wore it, then I wore it. The mixed energy means although the bloody scent can still attract ghosts, the curse is essentially nullified.”
“Though nullified, it won’t be hard to find who cast the spell,” Xia Xianning said. “What are your next plans? Will you continue acting?”
To locate the flying head spell, they’d need to wait until after sunset when yang energy weakens. He needed to take the clothing and send the room full of ghosts to reincarnate. If Luo Yingbai wanted to stay, Xia Xianning couldn’t wait.
Luo Yingbai bent down to observe his facial expression: “Hmm, you seem particularly unwilling to let me act. Why? Are you jealous?”
Xia Xianning, looking down at the clothing, said flatly: “You’re overthinking.”
