The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Zhou Shiyue also looked at the strand of hair.

He is not like Lu Zhaoling, who can recognize that it is his hair at just one glance.

"How did you tell?"

Zhou Shiyue looked down at his hair falling on his chest, but didn't see anything special.

But he absolutely believed what Lu Zhaoling said and believed that she did not admit her mistake.

The fact that he suddenly cast the spell now showed that something had been triggered.

Originally he thought it might be due to excessive Yin energy, but after listening to Lu Zhaoling's words he realized that what was wrapped around the soul-soothing nail was actually his hair.

"Your luck is on it."

Ever since he knew that she often took away his luck, Lu Zhaoling no longer needed to hide anything when talking about such things.

She suddenly felt that it would be a good thing to let him know that his luck could be taken advantage of by her.

It was also thanks to Zhou Shiyue that he was able to accept this kind of thing. Not only did he accept it, but he also allowed her to continue.

Sometimes she even suspected that he was afraid that she would stop pulling her out.

Although this idea seemed a bit perverted to her, it was indeed the case.

After a pause, she continued, "Moreover, after so many years, the luck can still linger on the hair and will not dissipate. It will not be invaded by the ghost energy here. This is strange."

Because of this discovery, she stopped the action of taking out the soul-soothing nail and did not burn the hair for the time being.

Zhou Shiyue also found it very strange. "You said that Madam Sheng San has been trapped here for decades. Didn't the soul-suppressing nails here have been laid for decades? Decades ago, I didn't even know where they were."

Where was he decades ago?

Right here, the words of Madam Sheng San were heard from upstairs.

"I know that! Why don't you ask me?"

They both looked upstairs.

The bronze mirror had rolled to the top of the stairs at some point, with the mirror facing them.

On the bronze mirror, which already had some spider-like cracks, was the face of a beautiful woman.

This was the first time Zhou Shiyue saw Madam Sheng San in the bronze mirror.

When he heard Lu Zhaoling and Qing Xiao talk about it before, he didn't feel much. He felt that it was like a lifelike woman's face pasted on a mirror. It was not scary at all.

But now that he really saw it, seeing that beautiful face approaching the mirror, and seeing the tip of her nose almost sticking out of the mirror, he felt—

It's indeed a bit creepy.

"explain."

Although it was scary, he still gave the order subconsciously.

Madam Sheng San was originally very anxious, but when she heard his cold word "say", she actually paused.

Hey, isn’t this man afraid of her?

It was their first meeting, and he was really calm in giving orders to such a beautiful female ghost like her in such a cold manner.

Should I show him my heart with a bloody hole on it to scare him?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she met Lu Zhaoling's gaze.

She shuddered.

What are you trying? This is Master Lu’s man. If she dares to scare him, Master Lu will scare her again.

Thinking of this, Madam Sheng San quickly spoke.

"In the past few years, I have cultivated some skills, and when the seven stars aligned, the aura between heaven and earth was at its most positive, and I felt my strength was at its peak. That time, I was ready to make a desperate attack to see if I could break out of the tower."

Madam Sheng San said, "That night, I broke through nine times in a row. I shook off nine soul-suppressing nails and was almost successful."

"It's a pity that I was just one step away. After nine attempts, I almost ran out of energy. But I didn't give up at that time. I wanted to wait for three more days. As long as I recovered for a few days, I would give it one last try."

"As a result, on the third day, someone came. It was a woman, but she was wearing a muli and didn't make a sound. She also had a strong evil aura. I was still weak at the time and didn't dare to look at her too much, so I couldn't even tell whether she was old or young."

"That woman," Madam Sheng San gnashed her teeth when she mentioned this woman, she hated her so much, "She found out that I had knocked off a few of her soul-suppressing nails, so she came to fix them!"

Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue looked at each other.

"After she repaired it, the power of this tower became terrifying! Even though I recovered and practiced for a few more years, I never had the chance to break out again. The soul-suppressing nail you mentioned must have been repaired by that woman later!"

When Madam Sheng San said this, she couldn't help but look at Zhou Shiyue again.

She suddenly said, "There is your hair on this nail, which means you are also the culprit who caused me to be trapped here forever..."

Before she could finish her words, Lu Zhaoling interrupted her.

"I spit in your face!"

"Anyone can take the blame, right? Even if there is no hair from my son Ayue, there will be hair from others. You were already trapped here before you got these hairs. What does it have to do with them?"

"My Ah Yue is a victim. Do you know who he is? How important are you that he has to use a strand of hair to trap you?"

Lu Zhaoling became angrier as he spoke.

"Pah, pah, pah, how unlucky. My precious hair of Ayueduo was actually used in such a place."

"If I find out who did it, I'll shave her bald!"

It's really infuriating.

She said "my Ah Yue" three times in a row, and Mrs. Sheng San's teeth were sore. But Zhou Shiyue's previous feeling of bad luck and anger was mostly gone.

"How many years ago was that?" Zhou Shiyue asked Madam Sheng San.

Seeing that Lu Zhaoling was angry, how could Madam Sheng dare to vent her anger on Zhou Shiyue?

Besides, there was an aura about this man that made her feel very strange, both charming and scary.

She didn't dare not reply to Zhou Shiyue's words.

“About eight or nine years ago.”

Eight or nine years ago, Zhou Shiyue was just over ten years old.

Lu Zhaoling looked at Zhou Shiyue, and the two looked at each other, with a tacit understanding.

We can think about this matter carefully later.

Seeing that they didn't say anything for a while, Madam Sheng San became anxious again.

"What about now? Master Lu, now that you see this is your Yuelang's hair, you don't want to burn it, right? Can this soul-suppressing nail still be used?"

You can't save ghosts halfway.

Read Lang?

Read it once a week.

Look at Lu Zhaoling.

Lu Zhaoling even shuddered.

She thought of Duan Lang, the husband of Mrs. Sheng San.

Ah, isn't it? Decades ago, women liked to call their men this? She is not used to it! She definitely can't call it that!

"Burn, why not burn it?"

Lu Zhaoling said to Zhou Shiyue, "Although it is your hair, it has been used in such a place. You don't want to pick it up and bury it with great ceremony, do you?"

Zhou Shiyue: “…”

Give him a grand funeral for a lock of his hair?

"Thank you, I have no such idea."

"Please burn it, please." He gestured.

Who would want to take back such a lock of hair? He feels it is unlucky, okay?

"I have thick hair, plenty of it," he said.