Fu’er felt that he must regain his footing in the situation.
He immediately said, "Ancestor, doing this might not necessarily alert the person who set up the formation, right? Although people who set up formations usually have a connection with their own formation and will know if it’s broken 80 to 90 percent of the time, you also said that the person who set up the formation lacks spiritual energy and is just proficient in using some tricky formations. So, it’s possible that he might not be able to sense that it has been broken, right?"
"If he can’t sense it, I’ll have someone tell him."
Jiangli smiled slyly, "You think I’m as foolish as you?"
The attacked Fu’er: "..."
If he could think of that, how could the ancestor not have considered it?
Fu’er cleared his throat, "Then how will the ancestor let the person who set up the formation know?"
Upon hearing this, Jiangli seemingly conjured a dagger from nowhere and tossed it to Fu’er, "Go and remove all the Soul-Suppressing Nails from her body for me."
Fu’er caught the dagger and took a close look, his entire person stunned.
The dagger was completely black, as though forged from black iron, but upon closer inspection, one could see layers of dragon scales on the handle, seemingly engraved with some runes beneath.
Fu’er couldn’t recognize them, but as soon as he gripped the dagger, he felt a very strong killing aura and a suppressive force.
Even though he had been dead for several hundred years, he shuddered at the sensation, an involuntary fear taking hold of his heart, somewhat afraid of the dagger.
Over the years in Fengdu, Fu’er himself had lived quite happily, even the likes of Judge Cui would show him a degree of respect.
He had never encountered a situation before.
It was just a dagger... after all.
"Ancestor, this dagger..." Fu’er instinctively felt it was no ordinary dagger, but he had also never seen Jiangli use it before.
Jiangli knew what he was about to ask, a glint of confusion flashing through his eyes, he calmly said, "I’ve also forgotten where this dagger came from, don’t bother asking, just get to work."
Fu’er’s words were stuck in his throat.
All he could do was acknowledge with a yes, and, steeling himself against his subconscious fear, he gripped the dagger and, with a whoosh, dove beneath the Feng Shui Jar.
Xia Xin, seeing this, approached Jiangli and quietly asked, "Ancestor, are the Soul-Suppressing Nails used to suppress souls?"
Jiangli looked at him seriously, "I just praised you, and now you’re making me despise you?"
Xia Xin quickly shook his head, "No, no, it’s not that, I know what the Soul-Suppressing Nails are, ancestor... I, I was just asking."
Jiangli let out a meaningful ’Oh,’ "That’s good then."
Xia Xin’s cold sweat poured out as he clasped a fist to his mouth, coughed to shift the topic, and said, "Ancestor, the Soul-Suppressing Nails are for restraining the wraiths. If you take out the Soul-Suppressing Nails, won’t the thing underneath be unrestrained?"
The person who set up the formation used both the Soul-Suppressing Nails and the Evil-Suppressing Array, which shows that he knew his own cultivation base wasn’t enough and thus made double preparations.
If only the Evil-Suppressing Array is destroyed, the thing underneath might not come out immediately.
But if the Soul-Suppressing Nails are also removed, then the thing underneath will definitely come out.
With such strong evil qi coming from the thing beneath, if it’s released, it might bring uncontrollable consequences.
Xia Xin was somewhat worried.
"Don’t worry, once she’s out, I have a plan," Jiangli assured him with a confident look.
Seeing that she seemed to have thought everything through, Xia Xin refrained from further questions.
Suddenly, Fu’er emerged from underneath the Feng Shui Jar, holding the dagger in one hand and a handful of Soul-Suppressing Nails in the other.
There were a total of forty-nine Soul-Suppressing Nails, each seven inches long and dark red all over, each wrapped with a Killing Ghost Talisman.
This signified how determined the person who set up the formation was to kill the wraith beneath.
"Ancestor, I’ve removed them all."
Fu’er hadn’t been gone long, but when he returned, he was already gasping for breath.