The Taoist priests, seeing that hundreds of fierce ghosts had stopped in their tracks, roared and some even retreated, their eyes wide with shock.

What's wrong with these vengeful ghosts?!

"What are you all doing! Get him!"

"So what if you're the Ghost King? With so many vengeful ghosts like you, are you afraid of not being able to defeat a ghost of a slightly higher rank than yourselves?"

"Charge! I order you to charge!"

...

No matter how the Taoist priests behind them shouted, the group of vengeful ghosts remained motionless, letting out anxious roars in the vast tomb chamber, as if they were communicating.

Seeing this, Wen Li said to the vengeful ghost in front of her, "If you don't want to be slapped to pieces by me, get out of my way, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Wen Li's voice sounded harmless, but her gaze swept over the ghosts for a long time.

However, the vengeful spirits still trembled in unison, and after letting out two roars, they all made way for them.

Taoist priest:!!!

"You bunch of traitors!" All the Taoist priests took out the bells tied to their wrists and shook them wildly. Instantly, the ghostly aura emanated from the vengeful spirit, and its roar echoed throughout the entire tomb.

However, the power of rank suppression between ghosts is extremely strong. Although they are fierce ghosts and numerous, they are like a grain of sand falling into the abyss before the Ghost King.

That was a fear that came from the depths of one's soul.

"Roar roar roar—"

With their hair disheveled, eyes darting around, and missing limbs, the vengeful ghosts stomped their feet in frustration, and finally began banging their heads against the surrounding walls.

"This...this..." The Taoist priests stared in astonishment, their eyes wide like copper bells.

This was the first time anyone had ever seen anything like it.

A victorious smile appeared on Wen Li's face as she picked up the gourd and collected the group of vengeful ghosts one by one.

I must say, the magical artifact that Su Wanwan gave me is really powerful; it's filled with so many ghosts and it's still not full.

With so many vengeful ghosts, we can exchange them at the Celestial Masters Association, and it will amount to quite a bit of money by the end of the month.

Wen Li narrowed her eyes, tossed out a talisman, raised one hand, and then lowered it slightly: "Kneel down!"

The talisman made a cracking sound, and the Taoists who were originally standing and ready to fight Wen Li to the death suddenly felt as if a huge boulder was on their shoulders, and they knelt down one after another with a thud.

Wen Li walked up to the leading Taoist priest in blue and asked in a very calm tone, "I'm asking you, what is the name of the Venerable One you mentioned?"

The Taoist priest in green turned his head away and remained silent.

Wen Li wasn't in a hurry: "Then let me ask you again, what is this Tianling Society you mentioned, a cult?"

"Pah!" the Taoist priest in blue immediately retorted, "We are legitimate Taoist priests!"

Wen Li couldn't help but laugh, her eyes full of mockery: "Would a proper Taoist priest practice such evil and unorthodox methods? It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. Once I catch the so-called Venerable One you're talking about, you'll meet again on the execution ground."

"What a joke!" The Taoist priest in blue suddenly burst into laughter. "You think you can do that? Our Venerable One can summon heavenly lightning with a flick of his finger. He is the human being closest to godhood in the entire world..."

"Is that what you're saying?"

Suddenly, Wen Li held a thunder talisman between her fingers and gently beckoned, and several loud rumbles of thunder came from outside the tomb.

Wen Li lowered her eyes and said with disdain, "These are just some small tricks. Do you think they're great? The Venerables you talk about are far too trashy."

The Taoist priest in blue robes trembled slightly at the corners of his mouth, and his triangular eyes widened involuntarily: "How did you also attract heavenly lightning?"

The girl in front of me doesn't look very old, so how could she attract heavenly lightning so easily without expending any mental energy?

Wen Li said no more and turned to leave, but after walking a few meters, she suddenly turned back, her voice icy cold: "I don't care what this so-called Venerable One you're talking about is going to do, but as long as I'm here, whatever he wants to do, whatever he has already done, will be crushed by my own hands."

"Xie Zhan, let's go."

Xie Zhan was also terrified.

Even the Ghost King fears heavenly lightning!

Wen Li told him to follow, and he didn't dare to linger for even a moment.

"They won't catch up, will they?" Xie Zhan suddenly asked.

Wen Li shook her head: "No, I placed a restriction on them. They either have to kneel for a full day and night, or I have to remove it myself."

Knowing that these people would not retaliate, Xie Zhan breathed a sigh of relief. His dangling foot still followed Wen Li with small, quick steps, just like when he was alive.

After a while, Xie Zhan asked again, "Then why were they thrown back when they touched my bones?"

Wen Li paused, then suddenly asked, "Do you remember what you said to me three months ago?"

"Which sentence?" Xie Zhan, unsurprisingly, couldn't remember.

Wen Li wasn't surprised; it would be astonishing if Xie Zhan's brain could remember things.

“Three months ago, you told me that a group of people came to capture you, but they escaped because of the array in the tomb itself and because you ran too fast.”

Xie Zhan thought about it and realized that he did indeed say that.

“I was careful at the time and placed a restriction on your bones. Anyone who gets close to them except me will suffer a backlash.”

Xie Zhan: "No wonder you haven't let anyone touch my and Yi Huan's remains these past few months."

"Didn't you say you didn't want your and Jiang Yihuan's bodies to be sent to a museum?"

Xie Zhan thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

He was, after all, an ancient person from over a thousand years ago. Although he had been exposed to modern society for three months, he still couldn't accept that his skeleton was being displayed in a glass box. What was the difference between that and standing naked on the street?

"Now that the tomb has collapsed, if you want your and Jiang Yihuan's remains to be unearthed, I can..."

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