Just as Shen Xiu'er was contemplating whether she should faint given the situation, she spotted a familiar figure. A wave of relief washed over her. She roughly pushed aside the lingering spirits in front of her and ran towards Ming Li, throwing herself into her embrace. "Sister, where is this?" Why were there so many spirits?! It's quite scary..."
Ming Li, now holding Shen Xiu'er in a princess carry, remained expressionless. She directly reached out, grabbed Shen Xiu'er by the back of her collar, lifted her up, and said, "Three hours. Capture all of them."
The spirits here were all solitary souls. Capturing them all would be perfect for sending them to the reincarnation path to be reborn.
Shen Xiu'er, being held aloft, thought, "... Sister, are you kidding me?"
"What do you think?" Ming Li tilted her head. In the next second, without any mercy, she tossed Shen Xiu'er into the throng of spirits, then jumped onto a tree and took out a jar of peach blossom wine to drink.
Shen Xiu'er was speechless.
Looking at the spirits that were once again closing in on her, Shen Xiu'er felt like she was going mad. After a million "grass-mud-horses" stampeded through her mind, she finally calmed down and began to recall the things she had learned recently. Two seconds later, Shen Xiu'er pulled out a sack!
The system, looking at the sack in her hand, found it very familiar.
Good heavens, wasn't this the sack her host often used for her wicked deeds? How did it end up with the female lead?
Over there, Shen Xiu'er fully opened the mouth of the sack in her hand and began to chant.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Seeing that the spirits in front of her had not changed in the slightest, Shen Xiu'er awkwardly touched her nose, shot a guilty glance towards Ming Li, and continued to chant...
Half an hour later, Ming Li watched as not a single spirit in front of Shen Xiu'er had been captured. The corners of her mouth twitched fiercely, but she said nothing. After all, she had agreed to give her three hours.
Beside her, the system, secretly glancing at its host's expression, muttered to itself in bewilderment, "Speaking of which, isn't this the female lead? Why is she still so terrible?"
Time passed quickly. Another half hour later, Shen Xiu'er still hadn't caught a single spirit. In her frustration, she started scattering cinnabar, yellow talismans, glutinous rice, and black dog blood.
Ming Li, standing on the tree drinking peach blossom wine, said, "... What are you doing? They aren't vengeful spirits or evil spirits. These won't work on them."
Shen Xiu'er was speechless.
Awkwardly putting away those items, Shen Xiu'er remained unconvinced. Suppressing her nervousness, she continued to chant the ghost-catching spells she had learned from the booklet.
As she chanted, Shen Xiu'er suddenly joyfully noticed a blue light emanating from her hand. However, the blue light disappeared within two seconds...
Shen Xiu'er exclaimed, "... Damn it!"
Ming Li, who was drinking, suddenly saw Shen Xiu'er below starting to lose her composure.
In the next second, Ming Li's mouth twitched because she saw Shen Xiu'er, in her exasperation, grab a spirit by the head and shove it into the sack without a second thought.
Ming Li thought, "... Can I pretend I don't know this idiot below?"
"What are you doing?"
Hearing Ming Li's voice, Shen Xiu'er, clutching the spirit's head in her hand, looked up at Ming Li with a wronged expression and said, "Sister, I get nervous whenever I see them, and the incantations just don't work..."
Ming Li, with a numb expression, asked the soul-searching question, "If you're nervous, why are you holding its head?"
Shen Xiu'er was speechless.
She quickly let go of the spirit's head. The spirit, freed, floated away in a flash. Seeing this, Shen Xiu'er awkwardly touched her nose.