Not a good person

The surroundings shook, and the scene before her eyes shattered like glass. Wen Ya felt a blinding white light and couldn't help but raise her hand to shield her eyes.

When the white light dissipated, she found herself standing beneath six buildings. The sky was still dark, just as it had been before she entered the inner world.

"Damn it, you should have told me before you were going to break through to a higher realm! I was completely unprepared and almost went blind!" Zhao Wentian frantically covered his eyes from the side.

Finally out. Wen Ya breathed a slight sigh of relief, but in an instant she thought of Si Mu Cheng, and her brows furrowed again: "Go find Si Mu Cheng first."

“Wait a minute.” Zhao Wentian finally calmed down. He looked at Wen Ya and said, “I’m thinking about the neighbor across the hall that I possessed. It’s definitely a protective mechanism. I suspect that Zhou Kangyan is hiding in his house.”

Wen Ya pondered for a moment and felt that Zhao Wentian's words made sense. The main target of the evil spirit Li Huaming was to kill his own person, Zhou Kangyan, and their initial plan was to find her and protect her safety.

She nodded: "Then we'll split into two groups."

"Okay," Zhao Wentian said and went upstairs.

On the other side.

Si Mucheng was still following the biological clock of the infant he was inhabiting, feeling utterly hopeless. He was being fed by the child's grandmother and was about to be put to sleep when suddenly a white light appeared all around him. He blocked the light, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had broken free from the small body with tiny arms and legs and was standing on a path in Chunhe Community.

"Hey bro?" Someone called him from the side. Si Mucheng subconsciously turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw Li Huaming looking at him with a kind expression. "What's wrong, bro? You just started spacing out while walking. Did you notice something?"

Si Mucheng suddenly remembered Wen Ya's words: Li Huaming was the one who died, "he" was the ghost!

Although Si Mucheng tried his best to tell himself not to give himself away, and that since the ghost hadn't noticed, he should continue interacting with "him" as before, his physical fear made him unable to control his body. The thought that this was a ghost, and an evil ghost at that, especially one who had been vicious and cruel in life and had beaten his wife, filled him with both hatred and fear.

"Brother?" Seeing that Si Mucheng ignored "him," Li Huaming spoke up again, "You... you're shaking badly, what's wrong?"

Although Li Huaming's tone remained unchanged and was still amiable, Si Mucheng felt a chilling aura, as if Li Huaming would open his mouth wide and reveal his blue face and fangs at any moment.

No, no, he had to hold on until Wen Ya arrived. Wen Ya would definitely come looking for him. Si Mucheng silently cheered himself up, finally managing to calm himself down and mentally prepare himself. He forced a smile, but his eyes darted away, avoiding Li Huaming's gaze: "Well, it's nothing. I just suddenly thought, with just the two of us, isn't it a bit presumptuous? How about we go find a Taoist priest and ask him for help? They're professionals; that would be safer."

Li Huaming looked surprised upon hearing this, then laughed and said, "No need. The magic weapon that the Celestial Master from Yuhuang Temple gave me is quite powerful. We can find my wife and then notify the Celestial Master in time."

Si Mucheng thought to himself, "Come on, what normal person would rush to see ghosts? Even if I gave you a magical artifact, would you know how to use it?"

Although he was inevitably being wise after the event, he realized that something was definitely off about Li Huaming. This ghost was both cunning and terrifying; "he" was using him, making him take "him" to his wife so he could kill her.

Wow, that's so mean! You beat someone up while they were alive, and you still won't let them go after they're dead. When Wen Ya comes, I'll beat you to a pulp.

As Si Mucheng was pondering how to stall for time, he heard several cooing sounds coming from afar. He paused, then heard the familiar flapping of wings approaching. He realized what was happening and looked in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, a chicken with vibrant colors that couldn't be hidden by the darkness was spreading its wings and flying rapidly towards him.

Si Mucheng was on the verge of tears as he called out with deep emotion, "Xiao Feng! Wen Xiao Feng!"

With a phoenix spreading its wings, Wen Xiaofeng flew to the top of Si Mucheng's head. It glanced around as if surveying its territory before sitting down.

Si Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Feng, where is Wen Ya?"

Wen Xiaofeng mumbled something and ignored him.

Si Mucheng looked around but saw no one. He felt a sense of loss. Although he didn't know why Wen Xiaofeng had come to find him, he figured that since Wen Xiaofeng was here, Wen Ya must be nearby!

Si Mucheng was instantly invigorated. He turned around and found that Li Huaming had taken several steps back, looking as if he was afraid of something.

Si Mucheng suddenly understood, but pretended not to. He took another step forward and blinked, "Big brother, shall we set off to look for it now? Let's go to your house and check?"

Li Huaming took a step back, stared at Si Mucheng, then looked at Wen Xiaofeng on his head, and suddenly laughed: "You're quite clever, you figured it out?"

Si Mucheng was stunned: "You..."

Li Huaming's previous amiable demeanor vanished, replaced by a sinister smile: "You were just dragging your feet, asking for this and that, and now you're all relaxed? You think reinforcements have arrived?"

Si Mucheng: ...

“It’s just a chicken. It may have something on it, but so what!” As Li Huaming spoke, his expression suddenly twisted. His originally ordinary and kind eyebrows turned upward, and the fleshy parts of his face drooped downward, making him look like a demon. A black aura suddenly burst out from his body.

Si Mucheng was caught off guard by "him" and took a few steps back in surprise. His intuition told him that he had to run away now!

Almost instinctively, he turned and ran, but Wen Xiaofeng, who was above him, sensed the threat first and flew down from his head, running forward as fast as she could.

Si Mucheng: ...Damn it!

"Now that you're in here, your fate is sealed! Killing that bitch is the same as killing two of you, I'm going to kill you all!! Die, all of you!!"

Si Mucheng heard the roar of the evil spirit behind him, followed by a gust of wind. He thought to himself that as a sprint champion, he was utterly useless here. This was pure magic attack; how was he supposed to dodge it? He wondered if he would be injured in reality if he were injured here.

He could feel the gust of wind almost touching the back of his head. Instinctive fear made his scalp tingle. At that moment, he thought, "Fine, I might as well die!"

However, just a second before the evil spirit's resentment touched him, another force suddenly appeared from the side and collided with it. Si Mucheng stopped, turned around, and looked in surprise at the yellow talisman paper shattered in front of him. A wisp of lingering resentment grazed his cheek, leaving a small cut on his face, from which a bead of blood oozed.

But he couldn't care less. He only focused his gaze on the tall figure rushing towards him from a distance. The person moved swiftly and instantly reached him, using their slender body to block him. Their long hair was ruffled by the wind, but their expression remained calm.

From Si Mucheng's angle, he could clearly see Wen Ya's long, narrow eyes, which made her appear very imposing. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and whispered, "Great God, you're finally here. I thought I was doomed."

"You won't die, I'm here." Wen Ya didn't turn her head, her ten fingers flicked and made a hand seal, and then all the yellow talismans rushed towards Li Huaming.

Li Huaming had revealed his true form, his body covered in blood and exuding a dark, malevolent aura before his death. Wen Ya's talismans were all absorbed into "his" body, rendering him unable to move.

He clearly noticed it too, and was furious: "Mind your own business, you deserve to die!!" Instantly, his resentment surged, and he even shook off one of the talismans on his body.

Wen Ya dared not relax and activated the talisman again to suppress Li Huaming.

"Why is everyone against me?! A bitch dared to kill me, she's just an ant in my hand, I could crush her with a single squeeze, how dare she resist me?! Why are you all helping her! Die, all of you!!"

Wen Ya's eyes sharpened, and she immediately lunged forward, throwing out talismans to fight against Li Huaming's resentment.

Si Mucheng watched helplessly, anxiously pacing back and forth. He wanted to help, but didn't know what to do. Moreover, Li Huaming's resentment seemed to have a physical form, like a wind blade. Wen Ya tried her best to dodge, but still had a strand of her hair cut off.

Just then, Zhao Wentian finally arrived. Seeing this, Si Mucheng quickly went to greet him and asked, "Brother Zhao, what do we do now?"

Looking at the dark mass of resentment, Zhao Wentian said seriously, "Stand back, don't come close. This ghost is more troublesome than you think."

Si Mucheng suddenly thought of Li Huaming's wife, who was "his" target, and asked, "Where is 'his' wife? Is she safe?"

Zhao Wentian nodded: "She's in a safe place." He used a trick to deceive the neighbor, entered the room, and found Zhou Kangyan. He originally wanted to take her away, but considering that the evil spirit dream had not yet been resolved, Zhou Kangyan was not safe, so he let her continue to hide.

Seeing this situation now, Zhao Wentian was glad that he hadn't rashly brought Zhou Kangyan with him. Otherwise, if the evil spirit saw his obsession, its resentment would surely surge, making it even more difficult to deal with.

"And now? Can Wen Ya manage on her own?" Si Mucheng asked anxiously.

Zhao Wentian thought for a moment: "I'll set up an array for her to drive away that evil spirit." With that, he took out his brush and began to draw a magic array on the ground.

Si Mucheng could do nothing but stand aside anxiously. He felt utterly useless; the only talisman he knew was a calming talisman, and even that he drew haphazardly. He couldn't help at all at a time like this. For the first time, he felt incredibly weak.

In no time, Zhao Wentian's formation was complete, and he shouted, "Wen Ya!"

Wen Ya glanced at him quickly and immediately understood his intention. She fought and retreated while battling the evil spirit. Li Huaming had lost his mind, appearing deranged, and his resentment had intensified. Wen Ya lured "him" into the magic array. When "he" stood in the center of the array, Wen Ya quickly withdrew, standing in different positions with Zhao Wentian. They immediately formed hand seals and chanted a purification incantation.

"Ah!!!" The magic array took effect, and Li Huaming roared to the sky.

Wen Ya looked at the ink-black resentment, which had not been reduced even by the purification spell, so she changed her fingers and recited another spell.

Si Mucheng could see clearly that the originally turbulent black aura on Li Huaming's body gradually wove into a rope, flying towards Wen Ya, and was completely absorbed by Wen Ya.

"Wen Ya?" Si Mucheng stared at the scene in surprise.

But Wen Ya remained unmoved until she absorbed all the resentment.

Without resentment, Li Huaming's figure faded more and more under the purification spell, and finally disappeared.