"invalid?"

Feng Bingwen felt his current state. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he also felt that his physical strength, which had been depleted from repeatedly killing people, had recovered somewhat.

How are you?

The child looked up with a worried expression, staring at the wronged souls around him. After the pale yellow light swept over them, these poor souls could no longer maintain their dignified appearance, revealing their tragic state before death.

"Young master, I'm afraid we really have to ask you for help this time. I never expected that the demon's steps would actually be a talisman array!"

A vengeful ghost looked at Feng Bingwen and made a request.

"Leave it to me!"

Even knowing that he was about to face the evil head of the village's slave traders, Feng Bingwen was not afraid.

Because he discovered that what Doctor Qin said was true: his righteous energy was abundant and could not be invaded by evil. As long as his yang energy was strong enough, all crooked and evil methods were a joke to him and had no effect whatsoever.

"Young master, we will do everything in our power to help you. As long as you can cut off his head, even if our souls are scattered, we can rest in peace!"

"..."

Feng Bingwen pursed his lips. He didn't try to be brave and say that he didn't need such words. He knew his own limitations. Even though he had made wishes to the Heavenly Book twice, he was still just an ordinary person who saw more things with his own eyes.

Moreover, he discovered that he could find out the current location of Boss Qi through the vengeful spirits around him, and Boss Qi seemed unaware of his existence. Although he didn't know why he suddenly woke up, judging from the situation, it wasn't a big problem.

I want to ambush him!

Feng Bingwen stated his thoughts: fighting alone, head-on confrontation—that was out of the question; he was just a seven-year-old child.

"Okay, we'll help you!"

Under the cover of a group of vengeful spirits skilled at bewitching people's five senses, Feng Bingwen navigated the intricately laid-out, maze-like mountain village and easily arrived at the central mansion.

"Young master, this is all we can do to help you. We can't enter this mansion!"

The numerous wronged souls who followed Feng Bingwen to this place under pressure were in disarray, seemingly on the verge of collapse at any moment.

"That's enough, you should all leave now!"

Feng Bingwen was not afraid. Instead, he urged the wronged spirits to leave because he discovered that the mansion had no effect on people, but it exuded an extraordinary suppressive power on ghosts.

After these vengeful spirits and ghosts reluctantly retreated, Feng Bingwen nimbly scaled the wall of the mansion and entered the mansion. As soon as he landed, he sensed that something was wrong.

However, he wasn't discovered and caught as soon as he entered; rather, the courtyard wall behind him was covered with runes similar to the yellow cloths hanging on the beams of each household.

The purpose of these runes is obvious even to a fool; they're most likely for warding off evil spirits. As the saying goes, "If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear." This Boss Qi has done too many bad things, so it's not surprising that he'd be tinkering with these things in his own home.

"There it is!"

After climbing over the wall into the mansion, Feng Bingwen quickly locked onto his target, a brightly lit house that stood out clearly in the thick darkness of the night.

In fact, the so-called mansions are not the kind of large courtyards with seven entrances and exits, where you can't find your way around and get lost. They are just farmhouses that are built to be taller and more spacious, with more houses.

Feng Bingwen tiptoed into the room and peered through the gauze window to get a general idea of ​​what was inside. He saw that the Boss Qi he had met during the day was dressed in a Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged in the center of a pile of candles, chanting incantations.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Bingwen couldn't understand this situation, but it didn't matter. As long as he knew what the old man wanted to do, he would do the opposite and try to sabotage it.

With a loud crash, accompanied by a professional door-kicking man's flying kick, Qi Laoda, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, shuddered. He opened his eyes, saw who had broken in, and noticed what the man was carrying. He instinctively raised his hand, his face filled with shock and anger.

"stop!"

Whoosh!

But Feng Bingwen paid no heed to him. He picked up the wooden bucket and splashed water all over the candles, which seemed to have been placed there to match something. Most of the candles were extinguished instantly, leaving only a small portion stubbornly shining, providing negligible light to the room.

"you……"

They had met during the day, and it was only evening now, but Boss Qi hadn't forgotten Feng Bingwen; he recognized him at a glance.

"You little bastard, do you know what you've done?"

“The outside world is full of evil spirits. Without their suppression, everyone in the village will die, including you!”

"hehe!"

Feng Bingwen drew his woodcutter's knife, still dripping with blood, from his waist and strode towards him, letting out a cold laugh as a response.

"You idiot!"

Seeing the child in front of him carrying a machete and about to rush up and chop him, Old Qi was not flustered. After all, Feng Bingwen's appearance was too deceptive.

He calmly took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, easily ignited it without any external aid, and then with a gentle shake, a wisp of yellow smoke seemed to have its own will, rushing towards Feng Bingwen.

The distance was only a few steps, but it was over in an instant. Feng Bingwen had no room to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the yellow smoke wrapped around him and then dissipated!

"That's impossible!"

Qi Laoda instinctively cried out in surprise. The next moment, he realized what was happening and his body became flustered. He hurriedly ran his legs and reached for his sleeve.

But Feng Bingwen would never give him another chance to use his evil magic. He raised his foot and delivered a flying kick to the man's stomach. The thin middle-aged man was instantly bent into a V-shape and sent flying backward, disrupting the room's furnishings.

"Wait, kid, I can take you back. I have three hundred gold coins at home... Hiss!"

Qi Laoda struggled to his feet, but before he could finish speaking, he was forced to stop, only able to utter a weak, breathy sound, unable to utter a single clear word. His eyes were filled with resentment. He still had many tricks up his sleeve, and that was just a talisman, but he would never have the chance to use it again.

His throat had been cleaved open with a machete, and thick, fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.

"So noisy!"

Feng Bingwen was still not satisfied, so he slashed his neck again, intending to behead him.

But after thinking about it, he still went out of the house, intending to call on the wronged spirits outside to devour the demon's yang energy and soul, cutting off all his chances of survival.

But as soon as he stepped out of the house, he froze, for he saw a pale golden "sun" rising slowly on the distant horizon, accompanied by an overwhelming and faint divine aura, and the air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood.

The City God has arrived!