The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity Chapter 363 - 361: Is He the Pretty Boy Kept by Qin Zhao?

"My daughter faked her death, she’s not dead at all! You’re deceiving people!"

The doctor sighed, "But we’ve tried everything, and she still can’t wake up. Let her stay in the hospital for a few days; if a miracle happens, we will treat her imdiately."

Xiang You’s body was transferred to a separate ward for observation.

The girl’s mother was nad Fan Yajing.

In the hospital room, Fan Yajing almost knelt before Qin Zhao, "Master, is my daughter really not dead? Please save her! If she can survive, I’m willing to die in her place!"

Qin Zhao hurriedly helped her up, "Why talk of dying? Neither of you is near death. I told you earlier, soone has extracted her soul, simply find her soul and bring it back.

Think carefully, has she recently been in contact with any deceased persons? Or visited any unclean places?"

Fan Yajing cald down and pondered for a mont.

"My daughter was about to get married, but her fiancé died in a car accident, and we attended his funeral. They t through a matchmaking arrangent, fortunately, they weren’t married yet, so we called off the wedding."

"Take to their ho."

Fan Yajing nodded and hurriedly led them there.

Upon arriving at Xiang You’s ex-fiancé’s ho, the first seven days of mourning was not over yet, wreaths were still placed around, and a morial altar was set up; passersby avoided this household.

"How did you co?" the woman of the house asked upon seeing Fan Yajing.

"Our children’s marriage was called off, so please don’t address that way."

After Fan Yajing spoke, the other woman smiled faintly but did not respond.

The woman’s gaze swept over Qin Zhao, then she turned and went back inside.

After a few steps, she noticed Fan Yajing and her companions following her inside, and in displeasure, she said, "What do you want? There’s a funeral here, and we welco no visitors."

Fan Yajing spoke up, "After all, our families were almost connected by marriage, I ca to pay my respects."

The other woman was impatient, "Didn’t you and your daughter already co before? Since the wedding was called off, please leave quickly. I do not want to see you."

"So, you’re aware the wedding was called off?"

Qin Zhao sneered, "If that’s so, why persist?"

Hearing this, the woman appeared sowhat guilty.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying. My son is already dead, can’t you let him rest for a while? I’ve told you, we are not welcoming you, leave imdiately!"

Just then, a bell rang from the backyard.

It sounded like soone was shaking a bell, accompanied by strange humming.

Ignoring the woman’s objection, Qin Zhao and Chu Yan rushed into the backyard. The deceased’s ashes were placed there, and they had not yet been buried.

A shaman dressed unusually, was shaking a bell, hopping around the urn.

She murmured sothing incomprehensible with a strange intonation.

"Don’t go over there!"

The deceased’s mother shouted at them.

"I’ve hired a shaman to perform a ritual for my son, to ensure he has a better afterlife!"

Qin Zhao didn’t go closer, but noticed smoldering ashes on the ground. Among them was a partially burnt paper with a string of birth characters, which were Xiang You’s.

She swiftly acted, transforming her Spiritual Power into wind, blowing out the fire in the pit.

The piece of paper flew over and landed in her hand.

The shaman stopped dancing, and her ethereal eyes looked toward Qin Zhao.

"What are you doing? Interrupting my ritual could bring retribution! Be careful, the unsatisfied soul might co for you tonight!"

She spoke in a frightening way, which would have probably scared a normal person to death.

However, Qin Zhao just smiled, "Alright, let him co find ."

Then, she looked behind at the deceased’s mother.

"Why is Xiang You’s birth ti and date here?"

The mother of the deceased stuttered, unable to articulate a reason.

The shaman replied, "They were betrothed when they were alive, and she feared that her son’s soul would linger and disturb that girl, so she asked to sever their connection through magic."

"A deceased’s soul would be taken by a Netherworld Envoy to the underworld for reincarnation. Without a special reason, why would it cling to soone else?"

Qin Zhao’s eyes turned icy, and with a palm strike, she knocked the shaman, who was spouting nonsense, to the ground.

"I think it’s you who have hard that young girl! Confess now, or do you want to scatter your son’s soul to the winds?"

"You, how can you hit people randomly? I am going to call the police!"

The mother of the deceased, seeing the shaman on the ground with blood at the corner of her mouth, hurriedly helped her up.

"Even with your diocre skills, you dare to harm the living?"

Qin Zhao sneered and walked forward, finding the deceased’s birth ti and date next to the urn.

Before the shaman could react, she had summoned the deceased’s soul using the Soul Summoning Technique.

"Mommy!"

Not only the deceased’s soul but also Xiang You’s soul appeared.

She saw her own mother and tried to rush over, but was pulled back by a strange force next to the man.

"I’ve told you before, you can’t escape my grasp. Since I couldn’t marry you in life, marrying you in death is the sa; we can continue being husband and wife in the underworld."

The soul of the man, seeing Xiang You being pulled back, smirked triumphantly.

"I am alive and well, why should I go to the underworld! Let go back! I don’t want to die with you!"

Xiang You and the man’s soul imdiately started to struggle with each other.

Living souls are weak, and dead souls have stronger yin energy, giving the man an edge. Plus, Xiang You’s soul was bound by an unfair contract, and the man, without any hint of chivalry, overpowered and beat Xiang You.

"If you won’t behave, then won need to be beaten to obey! Be sensible and go to the underworld to be my wife, or I’ll have my mother drag your entire family down!"

Upon seeing this, Qin Zhao summoned the man’s soul over and thrashed him thoroughly.

"Ah! Stop hitting !"

Qin Zhao was ruthless, beating his soul body until it almost scattered.

The shaman, realizing Qin Zhao had summoned both souls and was capable of thrashing them, hurriedly gathered her belongings, planning to flee first.

This person seed so formidable; she definitely was no match!

Chu Yan stepped forward and blocked her, speaking indifferently, "I don’t prefer hitting won, so it’s best you behave."

The shaman, seeing his handso and refined appearance, assud he was Qin Zhao’s kept man and didn’t take him seriously. She threw a bunch of white powder and hurried towards the back door.

Chu Yan quickly dodged, the powder not touching him at all.

As the shaman was about to escape through the main gate, she suddenly felt her collar tighten, soone grabbed her collar from behind and jerked her back forcefully, and her body instantly flew, landing in the middle of the courtyard.

"Ah! Help!"

She scread as she smashed the furniture.

Chu Yan walked back expressionlessly, took out a wet wipe he carried with him, and leisurely wiped his hands.

"If you don’t want to die, then confess honestly."

He coldly glanced at the shaman; the old woman’s face was covered in blood, her breath weak, and she trembled with fear.