"Silly girl, you also know that Master should have been dead a long time ago, but this evil spirit has been suppressing me, preventing me from going through the cycle of life and death normally."
Yuqing said angrily, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature. Master is no longer here, so you have to live well."
"Yes, Master."
Yang Zimei choked and nodded.
"I know that my ability is limited and I cannot suppress the evil spirit for long. Niuniu, just stab my body to death with a mahogany sword, seal it with eighteen copper coins, and then burn me."
Yuqing touched Yang Zimei's head and said, "Don't be sad, don't be sad, master is very happy to die in your hands!"
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart twitched heavily.
Although, she also knows that this is the best solution and the way to make Abe Qingtian never recover.
But, this is Master, how should she take action?
"Niuniu, hurry! I can't bear it anymore. Once he bites me, he may go out to devour the souls of the children outside. You can't control it anymore!"
Yuqing said anxiously, "And because of this, I can never be reincarnated!"
Seeing his master's facial expression begin to distort, Yang Zimei knew that he could no longer hesitate.
In order for her master not to live as a monster, and in order for Abe Qingtian to die completely, she had no choice but to take action.
She took out the first mahogany sword that her master had made for her from the storage ring.
This mahogany sword was made for her by her master when she started practicing magic when she was five years old. It seemed a bit small.
But she was never willing to throw it away and put it and other treasures into the storage ring.
Now, she wants to use it to kill the master herself!
"Niuniu, you are not killing Master, you are saving Master!"
Yuqing stretched out her hand, grabbed the tip of the peach wood sword, put it against her heart, and said loudly to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei closed his eyes and poked hard.
The tip of the sword was not sharp, but because of her amazing internal strength, it penetrated directly through Yuqing's heart.
Yuqing endured the pain without frowning, "Niu... Niu... copper... money..."
Yang Zimei opened his eyes, looked at the master, tremblingly took out eighteen ancient copper coins, and used the Tiangang Formation to seal the master's body.
Yuqing's physical body collapsed, and his soul escaped.
However, Abe Qingtian, who tried to escape with him, was firmly trapped by the Tiangang formation and could not move.
The bull-headed horse-faced man smelled the signal of death and appeared next to Yuqing.
"Niuniu, master is gone, take good care of yourself."
Yuqing's soul touched Yang Zimei's head in vain, "If we are destined, our master and disciple will meet again."
"Master——"
Yang Zimei cried, "I owe you too much. If I am destined, I hope you can be reincarnated as my child so that I can repay your debt throughout my life!"
"Silly Niuniu, you don't owe me anything as a teacher. The greatest satisfaction as a teacher is to have a disciple like you. In fact, you have given me more."
Yuqing smiled and said, "If there is an afterlife, I would still like to be your master."
"Master——"
Yang Zimei knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "I am willing to be your disciple for the rest of my life! If there is an afterlife, I must be more filial to you!"
"Let's go!"
The demons and ghosts on the side were a little impatient, "For tracking you, our brothers have been punished by the King of Hell several times. Go and report quickly!"
Yuqing nodded, glanced at Yang Zimei, and followed the bull-headed horse-faced man away.
Yang Zimei held back her tears and did not dare to cry anymore, fearing that her tears would damage Master's soul and prevent him from leaving easily.