Chapter 105: The Art of Controlling Ghostly Entities

At that moment, the room was in complete chaos. Song Nianqiang had never imagined that a woman could possess such immense strength. Three or five strong young men struggled to restrain her, and if Song hadn’t been blocking the doorway, she would have already burst out.

“Fatty, come in now!!!” Seeing that those inside could no longer hold her, Song reluctantly called in the big, burly man. Upon hearing the call, the big man charged in immediately. But when he saw the woman, who looked completely deranged, he couldn't help but gasp sharply—was this even human?

Her entire body had turned a deep purple. A pair of fangs jutted out from her mouth, and her hands were as hard as iron blocks. A mere gentle slap from her would cause pain lasting three days. As the big man entered, the village chief’s young, strong men were still confronting her.

A low, guttural “wuuu...” came from her throat. Her purple eyes scanned the people around her, seemingly seeking the weakest point to break free. But no matter where she looked, Song Nianqiang was always right behind her.

Again, an angry “wuuu...” sounded. Then her iron-like palms swung fiercely toward Song, the gust of her blows stinging his face painfully. Surprised, Song quickly crouched down—there was no way to dodge aside now.

The iron palms brushed past the scalp of Song, sending chills down his spine. At this point, Song still couldn’t identify the exact nature of the spirit possessing the woman—this was unprecedented.

“Fatty, get the talisman ready!” To subdue this possessed spirit, only Fatty’s talismans could be used; Song’s own Maoshan Daoist arts were useless here. The big man, who had been prepared, immediately stepped forward at Song’s command, raising his hand and throwing out a talisman.

The possessed woman appeared terrified of the talisman and immediately retreated to a corner of the room, keeping her gaze fixed on Song and the others.

“Village chief, take your men out. You can’t help here!” Song shouted toward the village chief as the woman backed into a corner.

The village chief agreed. Though they were all young and strong and he had some superficial knowledge, they truly couldn’t help in this situation. He nodded and led his men out, closing the door behind them.

Suddenly, a flash of light flickered outside the window. The weather didn’t look good; it was likely to rain soon. Song took a talisman from Fatty’s hand with one hand and formed a hand seal with the other, stepping forward carefully toward the possessed woman.

The low “wuuu...” sound came again. Purple light flickered in her eyes as she dropped to all fours and lunged at Song. Seeing her charging, Song halted—he was unwilling to take such a risk.

As Song stopped, Fatty deliberately shuffled his feet, positioning himself right behind Song. He did this to have Song shield him. Fatty swiftly arranged the talismans in the shape of a lotus—the Lotus Soul-Breaking Talisman Array took form.

“Qiangzi, now!” Fatty whispered behind Song.

Understanding immediately, Song resumed his slow approach toward the possessed woman. Hearing Song move, the woman emitted a threatening “wuuu,” but Song paid no mind and continued forward.

When her threats failed, the possessed woman became enraged, pushing off violently with her legs and propping herself with her hands. Like a furious mad wolf, she pounced at Song with terrifying speed.

As she charged, Song smiled slightly—just as he’d hoped. When the woman’s body was suspended midair and unable to change direction, Song crouched down quickly. At that moment, Fatty leapt up from behind Song, soaring over him, and slammed the lotus talisman array onto the possessed woman.

Now the woman could not turn away, forced to watch the lotus talisman array strike her. With a piercing scream, she howled in agony. Despite the soul-shattering pain inflicted by the array, she stubbornly charged at Fatty.

Fatty, suspended midair, had no leverage and couldn’t dodge the woman’s iron-like claws. Song knew from experience the sheer force of those claws—just the gust of her palm strikes had stung his face fiercely; if caught, Fatty’s shoulders would surely be crushed.

The situation was critical. Without regard for Fatty’s weight, Song lunged forward just in time to position himself under Fatty’s feet. Feeling a solid footing, Fatty pushed off hard, swiftly turning midair and narrowly avoiding the woman’s iron claws.

Though Fatty dodged, Song suffered for it. With Fatty’s weight and force, Song nearly collapsed onto the ground, even swallowing a mouthful of dust.

The possessed woman successfully bypassed them and dashed toward the door. But as she reached it, a sudden burst of yellow light exploded from the door. Startled, she recoiled, her eyes filled with unmistakable terror.

At this, Fatty chuckled, “What’s this? Trying to escape from me? No way!” His lotus talisman array flickered with yellow light as he charged at the woman.

Song, after finally struggling to his feet and spitting out a mouthful of dust, watched the intense battle unfolding. Frustration welled within him like a dam breaking.

“Damn it, I’m here now!” he shouted, rushing toward the possessed woman.

“Got you!” Song struck suddenly from behind, the talisman adhering to the woman before she could react. A “boom” sounded as the talisman ignited. Though the orange-yellow flames weren’t large, they caused the female spirit to scream in agonizing torment.

Outside the door, the village chief heard the screams from inside. He wanted to rush in multiple times but restrained himself, knowing that a rash move would cause trouble. Not only did he hold back, but he also prevented several villagers eager to see what was happening from entering.

“Your sister’s fate is now in the heavens’ hands. We can only rely on those two young men inside. If you cause any more trouble and delay them, the consequences are on you!” The village chief, understanding this line of work, knew how much they hated interruptions. So he kept the villagers outside firmly.

Inside, the woman writhed in pain, frantically trying to extinguish the flames on her body. Fatty finally seized the chance and hurled the lotus talisman array directly onto the woman’s head.

But something unexpected happened. Fatty’s lotus talisman array had no effect on her.

This phenomenon had been mentioned before by an old man—they called it a spirit’s law control. In rare cases, when a spirit possesses a human, it might trigger some innate human resistance. The spirit then becomes like a human itself. If this state isn’t broken within fifteen minutes, the possessed person faces grave danger.

This occurrence was exceedingly rare—so rare that it was only a theory until now. Yet today, by sheer luck, Song and Fatty encountered it firsthand.