The Ghost King's skeleton head slowly turned, and the purple fire in the water suddenly jumped violently, as if it was angry.

It opened its mouth, and a hoarse voice filled with endless resentment: "You mortal bodies, dare..."

"Shut up."

Su Yao stretched out his right hand.

A complex and mysterious golden symbol appeared in her palm, and suddenly thin golden threads emerged from the center of the symbol, like countless needles, spreading out along the water flow in an instant.

All the fish that were entangled with the Ghost King were gently brushed away by the golden thread.

They seemed to wake up from a nightmare, their eyes suddenly became clear, and they fled in fear. Thousands of fish with silver scales flashed as they fled into the dark waters.

The Ghost King growled and slammed his hands together, trying to cut the golden thread.

However, the golden thread did not move at all.

Su Yao just raised his hand slightly, and the golden threads gathered rapidly like a living thing, binding the Ghost King's arms and wrapping them around his chest, forcing it to be unable to move.

She slowly raised her left palm, and in her palm lay an ancient bronze lamp. The mouth of the lamp was hollow, the wick was charred, and it emitted a faint chill.

That was the soul-locking ghost lantern that she had made herself.

"You are greedy for human blood and have deceived the spirits. You must pay for your deeds."

Su Yao pointed his finger at the lamp, and the ghost lamp suddenly lit up with a dim yellow light.

She lowered her eyes and said lightly: "Collect."

The lights suddenly burst into life and the water began to churn in an instant.

Countless golden threads transformed into a huge spiritual formation, covering the Ghost King's head directly.

The Ghost King roared towards the sky, his skeletal body struggled violently, and purple flames shot up into the sky, as if to burn the seal.

It tried to tear the golden thread with both hands, but was suppressed by the talismans and could not move.

The dome of the observation deck is covered with dense cracks and seems like it will collapse completely at any time.

But Su Yao remained motionless, his palm slightly bent and his fingertips gently turned.

The yellow flame of the Soul-Locking Ghost Lamp suddenly turned into gold, and the evil spirits in the water retreated as if encountering the scorching sun.

As the Ghost King roared, layers of talismans appeared on his bones, digging into the depths of his bones like iron chains.

The sound of its struggle gradually weakened, and the purple flame shrank little by little, until only a very thin soul thread remained, which was pulled by the golden light and fell into the heart of the bronze lamp.

"boom……"

A dull sound erupted from the bottom of the water, and the evil aura of the entire aquarium receded in an instant. The water was as clear as glass, revealing a warm golden light.

Su Yao slowly withdrew her hand, and the ghost lantern fell quietly into her palm, with a deep purple soul flame flickering faintly in the wick.

There was no sadness or joy in her purple eyes, as if everything was within her expectations.

At this time, Wen Wushang, who was standing in the uppermost corridor, slowly walked out from the shadows.

He put his hands in the pockets of his dark blue windbreaker, leaned against the railing, and looked straight at her with his almost unreal blue eyes, with a hint of inexplicable joy in his eyes.

The corners of his lips were raised, lazy and elegant, and a smile overflowed from his low voice: "Su Yao, you are always so... I can't take my eyes off you."

Su Yao didn't look at him, but just stepped out of the floating golden water. His figure flashed and he was standing in front of him.

She held the ghost lantern in her hand, and her slender fingers gently stroked the lamp body, and the light reflected a faint light in her eyes.

Wen Wushang raised his eyebrows, and the smile in his eyes became more intense.

He stared at her for a long time, his voice low and hoarse: "You turned the Ghost King into a Ghost Lantern, what do you want to do?"

Su Yao raised her eyes slightly and met his gaze indifferently.

"Help Dugu Jiu find his true self."

Her tone was so calm as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

The smile on Wen Wushang's lips slowly froze. After a while, he chuckled softly. His smile was so deep that it was almost doting. The blue in his eyes was as unfathomable as the deep sea.

"I see." He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and soft, until only a hint of hoarseness remained: "You really know how to win people's hearts."

Su Yao did not respond, but turned around with the ghost lantern in her hand. Golden light spread from under her feet, paving a quiet and sacred path, completely dispelling the remaining shadows in the museum.

Not far away, Su Ziyu and Su Zhenghe finally found them.

"Sister! Where's Lu Ying?"

"Dead."

"How did he die?"

"She sacrificed her body to the Ghost King."

Su Zhenghe's face froze slightly: "Ghost, where is the Ghost King...?"

Su Yao swept the ghost lantern across their eyes and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, it has been refined into a wick."

"What the hell is this King of Ghosts? I think he's just a piece of trash!"

"What do you mean? Do you think the enemy is too weak and can't beat me?"

Su Ziyu laughed and said, "Hahaha, you're overthinking it! What's wrong with this Lu Ying? She's not human to begin with, or has she been possessed by some evil spirit?"

"She is the demon chosen by the Demon King Tu Yuan. Those whose ancestors have murderous genes are the target population, as well as those humans with antisocial personality disorders."

"damn it……"

Su Zhenghe knocked his son on the head and warned him, "Your father is still here, watch your mouth!"

"Oh, Dad...I'm already so old, and you still hit me!"

"No matter how old you are, you are still my son!"

The father turned to look at Su Yao: "Yaoyao, did the devil choose these people to bring disaster to the world?"

"Dad, I think... our Su family should practice together. Relying on some amulets alone is not a long-term solution."

Su Ziyu's words were exactly what Su Yao meant: "Dad, what Ziyu said makes sense. It's time to put it on the agenda."

"Is there no way to destroy the devil?" He is an old man, and he still needs to practice before he retires?

"There is a way. First, we must eliminate the five poisons of all mankind: greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt. This will leave the devil helpless."

Su Yao nodded: "What Ziyu said is correct."

Su Zhenghe looked dejected: "How is that possible...Ordinary people have greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt. Even a high-level monk has to reflect on himself and recite scriptures every day."

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