Click!

The temperature suddenly dropped again, and frost spread visibly on the ground. A cold wind blew into the house, and even someone as strong as Feng Bingwen couldn't help but shiver when he was hit by the cold wind.

"Kid, how do you plan to help us?"

A woman with a strikingly beautiful appearance, dressed in a plain white dress, floated into the house. Her nimble, snake-like hair meandered through the air, making Feng Bingwen feel that she looked very familiar.

As soon as the female ghost entered, the vengeful spirits that had been surrounding Feng Bingwen and the lambs instinctively parted to make way for her.

"You're the one from the mine?"

Feng Bingwen was not timid and asked questions whenever he had them.

"That's me you saw back then. I never expected you to survive. What did you do? You let those beasts hang you on the well!"

The woman floating in the air showed no signs of death; if one ignored her deathly pale face, she would look no different from a living person.

“I crippled a young man, and I heard he still hasn’t gotten up.”

Feng Bingwen said.

"You're very good."

The female ghost looked Feng Bingwen up and down for a moment, her tone filled with admiration.

"Little child, since you can see us, aren't you afraid?"

"No matter how terrible you are, are you any worse than the people in this village?"

Feng Bingwen shook his head and spoke frankly.

"You're very bold. How do you plan to help us?"

"With your strength, you could actually kill someone!"

Feng Bingwen looked around. The number of wronged souls gathered around the houses was now over twenty, and still increasing. Clearly, this village not only engaged in human trafficking but had also harmed many people.

According to the old doctor Qin, the sheer number of wronged souls far exceeded the capacity of a single person's vital energy to resist. This is likely the reason why every household in Qijiagang hangs yellow talismans at their door.

"Have you seen that beast in this village, the one called Boss Qi?"

"I've met you."

“That beast is lucky. He somehow obtained the inheritance of a heretic, but he has good fortune but no destiny. He has wasted half his life, harming countless people, and is now just a useless piece of trash. He doesn’t even have the supernatural power of your eyes.”

A disdainful and mocking smile appeared on the woman's face.

"However, after pondering for half his life, he still managed to figure something out. The ghost talismans he drew could connect and communicate. It is because of these things that we cannot take revenge for the time being, and we cannot enter the home of these beasts."

"I can help you tear those scribbles off!"

Feng Bingwen volunteered, but after speaking, he looked around dismissively.

"However, is this all you have? I think there are over a hundred people in this village. With just you, I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with that many people in one night. By daytime, when they realize there's a problem, they'll run away, and you won't be able to catch up with them."

“We have many other companions who are still waiting for their chance. As long as you do what you say, they will be out soon!”

"Alright, let's not delay, let's start now. Who should we choose as the first household?"

"Didn't you say you injured a kid? Do you know his name?"

"The mountains!"

“Let’s go, I know where he lives.”

The white-clad female ghost floating in the air took the initiative to lead the way, with Feng Bingwen following closely behind. Many vengeful spirits that had been attracted also followed behind, their small faces, full of resentment, were filled with excitement and joy.

Soon, Feng Bingwen was led to a farmhouse that looked quite well-run. The courtyard was separated from the outside by a fence that was more than half a person high, and there were chicken coops and dog kennels in the yard.

As Feng Bingwen led the ghosts here, the many chickens in the coop flapped their wings and squawked wildly, and even the dogs kept in the kennel started barking.

"Won't such a loud noise be heard by others?"

Hearing the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking, Feng Bingwen frowned and asked.

"Don't worry, they can't hear you. No sound from this courtyard will travel anywhere else. Just do what you want!"

The female ghost who was leading the way turned around and smiled. Feng Bingwen lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

After receiving such a response, he became bolder and went directly over the fence to the main house in the courtyard.

The stray dog ​​in the courtyard even tried to rush up to protect the house, but after being glanced at by the female ghost floating in the air, it whimpered and collapsed to the ground, its lower body wet.

"The door is locked pretty tightly!"

Reaching the main house, Feng Bingwen reached out and pushed, but it wouldn't budge. He smiled, took a few steps back, then took a running start and kicked the door.

With a loud bang, dust was kicked off the solid wood door, but that was all. The farmhouse door didn't look impressive, but it was very sturdy.

However, no matter how sturdy the door was, it couldn't withstand such reckless kicks. After only a dozen or so rounds, half of the door of the house was kicked away by Feng Bingwen.

Interestingly, even though he made such a commotion, no one in the house came out to check on him. They all seemed to be fast asleep. He didn't believe that such a nice little courtyard was only inhabited by that one person called Dashan.

Whether the people inside were asleep or not was none of his business. Feng Bingwen walked into the house through the kicked-open door and immediately saw the yellow cloth hanging on the beam of the main hall.

"Um?"

Looking at the yellow cloth that was so tall that even an adult couldn't reach it, Feng Bingwen paused, then began to move tables and chairs. In no time, he pulled the yellow cloth down from the roof beam, tore it into pieces, and threw them all over the ground.

And it was at the very moment he tore the yellow cloth down and ripped it to shreds that the vengeful spirits lingering outside could no longer contain themselves, letting out mournful howls and rushing into the courtyard.

ah!

Just as Feng Bingwen jumped off the chair, he heard a terrified scream coming from the next room, as if a woman was enduring unimaginable torture.

"..."

Feng Bingwen pursed his lips, said nothing, and walked out of the house, facing the horde of vengeful spirits that had flooded in.

In this village, from top to bottom, no one is innocent. The gruesome deaths and the vengeful ghosts that evoke physical fear are proof of this.

"Let's go, to the next household!"

Feng Bingwen raised his head and took the initiative to ask. At this moment, the whole village seemed to come alive. His eyes, which gleamed in the darkness, showed streaks of yin energy like dragons and snakes flying and dancing in the sky above the village, as if they were preparing to enjoy an upcoming feast.

As the female ghost floating in the air had said, those were the vengeful spirits who had been waiting for their chance. Now, they had finally gotten their chance for revenge, and after feeling the cheers of their companions, they all came out in droves.

A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!