I fell to the ground, with my mind in a fog, and no longer had the strength to get up.
Father Michael O'Connell used a few charms, and with agile movements, "sealed" the male ghost beside the eight-immortal table.
Normally, it was just a few charms stuck to the eight-immortal table, but through the mirror facing the sky, you could see the male ghost's frantic attempts to dodge, but he was skillfully covered by Father Michael O'Connell's charms, sealing his head.
At that moment, the male ghost could no longer struggle, and then, I was lifted up by Father Michael O'Connell, and placed on the eight-immortal table together.
I couldn't speak anymore, and could only look at Father Michael O'Connell with a questioning gaze.
Father Michael O'Connell first took out a box of medical supplies, and then looked at me coldly and said: "I am his father."
I was stunned.
This was something I had never thought of.
This was also the worst news I had ever heard.
I wanted to argue about something, but Father Michael O'Connell had already picked up the scalpel, and moved it towards my face.
"After marriage, I was devoted to seeking the Tao, abandoning my family and my son, and studying the immortal arts. But no Taoist temple would accept me, and even slandered me as a heretic."
Father Michael O'Connell spoke of the past lightly, and at the same time, operated the scalpel, and slowly cut off my ear.
The pain overwhelmed my consciousness, but it couldn't arouse the little bit of strength I had left.
Even though I was full of unwillingness and anger, I could only be at his mercy.
"I had no choice but to go home, but I learned about this tragedy. Do you know? My son was wrongly killed, and his soul could only linger on that frozen river. To avenge him, I restrained his soul, and have been searching for the perpetrators of that year."
"You won't laugh at me, I think. He's quite useless, only thinking of reincarnating, how can that be allowed? You guys are living well."
Through teary eyes, I saw Father Michael O'Connell with a perverted smile.
He had already cut off one of my ears, and turned to the other.
Numb with pain, I could only faintly hear Father Michael O'Connell's calm voice.
"So for eighteen years, I have had to seal my son by my side. I tormented him and refined him, just to make him listen more to me, his father. I am doing it for his own good!"
"Eighteen years later, I finally successfully developed the reverse birth curse. Revenge began!"
"I drove my son, to kill those little bastards of that year, and finally decided to use you as the container for his rebirth. You're not innocent, you came up with the idea back then, right."
Under the dim light, I finally knew the truth of the tragedies of the past two years, but there was nothing I could do.
But how could this bastard be so sure that the damn reverse birth curse would succeed?
It is absolutely impossible for there to be rebirth in this world, this is something that so many emperors dreamed of? And it was solved so easily by Father Michael O'Connell?
Now I completely didn't have the strength to discuss the right or wrong of the reverse birth curse.
What's more, I also understood that Father Michael O'Connell, who had been studying evil methods, had long been possessed by the devil, even at the expense of imprisoning his own son's soul, and tormenting it for eighteen years, and was still enjoying it.
I couldn't help but start to hate myself, and I should have noticed something suspicious when I heard about the reverse birth curse that day
--The reverse birth curse requires someone to cooperate with the ritual after the ghost sends the offerings, who would be performing the ritual?
Wasn't it precisely Father Michael O'Connell?
Now, even if I struggled as hard as I could, I couldn't exert any strength because of the severe head injury.
I could only watch helplessly as Father Michael O'Connell continued to pick up a pair of pliers, pry open my mouth, and start to pull out my teeth, one by one.
"Only after losing all five senses, can rebirth be successful."
Father Michael O'Connell's tone was calm, but a perverted smile appeared on his face.
I couldn't count how many teeth it was anymore.
In the middle, I passed out, but was woken up by Father Michael O'Connell splashing a basin of cold water on me.
Father Michael O'Connell was putting down the basin, and started to look for other surgical instruments.
"Don't worry, you still have a pair of eyes."
That basin of cold water had awakened the last bit of strength in my body. My right hand could finally exert force.
But with a broken body, that was locked, and a right hand that had no strength, what could I do?
I couldn't even give myself a quick death!
Wait.
As soon as this thought popped up, I immediately thought of something.
I turned my head and saw in the mirror facing the sky, the male ghost was sealed on the table next to me by Father Michael O'Connell's charms, and was struggling in pain.
Seeing this scene, I understood many things.
I can't give myself a quick death, but he can.
I raised my right hand and moved it towards the table next to me, and then, grabbed the charm that sealed him.
Father Michael O'Connell noticed my action, and sternly asked: "What are you doing!"
I sneered -- of course, I didn't know if my face, which was now covered in blood, was a standard sneer.
But I still shouted loudly with unclear speech: "Damn it, even if I die, I'll die in your son's hands!"
Give me, a quick death!
I was determined to seek death, and without waiting for Father Michael O'Connell to
stop me, I decisively tore off the charm.