The moonlight shone on the thick snow, and the dark sky gradually turned into a bluish-black.

It will be dawn in an hour.

Wen Li darted through the cedar forest, her breath turning white in the frigid air, but even so, her pace quickened, and she ran resolutely in one direction.

Wen Li didn't get any useful information from the group of Taoists, but she did know what this Venerable One was going to do.

No matter how cowardly Xie Zhan is, it would be quite difficult to capture him. Therefore, the Venerable One behind the scenes had set up a magic array before the archaeological team arrived, waiting to refine Xie Zhan into his puppet ghost king today.

If you want to refine it, you should choose a place full of vitality.

Wen Li stopped and looked up at the mountaintop, her eyes shining brightly.

——

At this moment, on the open ground at the highest point of Mangbei Mountain, a group of men dressed in Taoist robes couldn't help but look down at the tomb below.

In the past, when the archaeological work was still underway, the lights were on all night, and the archaeologists could see clearly from the mountaintop. Today, after the tomb collapsed, all the lights went out, and at the foot of the mountain, apart from a vast expanse of white and a few eagles flying back to their nests with rabbits caught in the dark blue sky, it was eerily silent.

"Why haven't the Seventh Brother and the others returned yet? They only brought back a skeleton."

"Perhaps that giant demon is not easy to deal with, but they have the Ten Thousand Souls Banner given to them by the Venerable One, so they will definitely be back soon."

In the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe with a Bagua pattern printed on his chest looked obsequiously at a figure in front of him. His mustache trembled slightly as he stepped forward with small steps: "Venerable One, once Seventh Brother and the others get the remains of that thousand-year-old ghost for you, and you refine it, I'm afraid even the president of the Taoist Association will not be your match!"

The person in front of the Yellow-Robed Celestial Master was dressed in a purple robe, which covered his entire body tightly, making him appear to be of mysterious status.

None of the disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Society had ever seen the Venerable One's true face, but that did not diminish their reverence for him.

The Venerable One's entire body was covered, with only a pair of black eyes visible, staring intently at the direction of the tomb below the mountain.

He suddenly said, "Let's go, that good-for-nothing Seventh Brother failed."

The yellow-robed celestial master was taken aback: "Wh-what?"

He didn't understand what the Venerable One was saying.

The Venerable One glanced at the Yellow-Robed Celestial Master: "I can sense that the magic array has been destroyed. Seventh Brother is facing a bloody calamity and probably won't live past tonight."

The yellow-robed celestial master trembled and almost knelt down.

The Venerable One also frowned, and suddenly sensed something, clutching his chest.

The Yellow-Robed Celestial Master rushed forward and helped him up.

"Leave here as soon as possible..."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave!"

Behind the four thick fir trees, Wen Li slowly walked out, her gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on the purple-robed Venerable.

Wen Li couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but...

The other person was filled with ghostly energy, comparable to that emanating from Xie Zhan.

But only ghosts have ghostly aura, but this Venerable One is clearly a living person.

Wen Li narrowed her eyes, slowly walked forward, and stopped three meters away from the group.

"None of you are getting away today."

The yellow-robed Celestial Master's beard trembled, and he said triumphantly, "Hmph! It's you who should have stopped running away!"

Wen Li chuckled, turned her gaze to the Venerable One, and smiled: "I came here specifically to arrest you. Your Venerable One should feel that the formation and evil spirits you painstakingly set up have all dissipated, right?"

Wen Li casually tossed the tattered Ten Thousand Souls Banner onto the ground: "Your disciples and followers are far too weak."

When Wen Li casually tossed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to the ground, the Venerable One's gaze fell upon her like a knife.

"This...this..." The yellow-robed Taoist priest was so angry that he almost fell over when he saw that there was not a trace of ghost energy in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. It was thrown on the ground like trash.

"Form ranks and kill her!" The yellow-robed Taoist's triangular eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the other Taoists reacted, their eyes also filled with killing intent.

Wen Li clicked her tongue, thinking that with so many people, the organization must be quite large, and there might even be a lot of Taoists in their hideout.

What are the purposes of so many wicked Taoist priests? How many innocent people have they harmed? The number of innocent people is probably too many to count on one hand.

A year and a half ago, Wen Li wouldn't have cared about this even if she knew, but after being in the Celestial Masters Association for a while, she gradually understood what responsibility meant.

Since she receives a high salary, she must fulfill her responsibility to protect others.

So none of these people can escape today.

Wen Lizhan's dark eyes swept over them one by one, releasing all the vengeful spirits he had collected. Then he cast a talisman into the air and shouted sharply, "Appear!"

Suddenly, hundreds of fierce ghosts stood menacingly in front of Wen Li, and the situation changed instantly.

"These are the vengeful spirits we created. You didn't kill them? But..." The yellow-robed Taoist priest was filled with terror.

You should know that all the vengeful spirits they created were deadly weapons.

However, instead of killing Wen Li, these vengeful ghosts obediently allowed Wen Li to do as she pleased.

Who exactly is Wen Li?

The yellow-robed Taoist priest thought this and asked the same question.

Wen Li remained silent, instead asking, "You can want to know who I am, but you also need to tell me, what exactly are you trying to do by creating so many vengeful ghosts!"

The Taoist priest in the yellow robe immediately shut his mouth.

"Then let's talk about it slowly in the prison." Wen Li's eyes changed, and with a command, all the vengeful ghosts roared at the group of Taoist priests below the mountain.

The Taoist priests could only do their best to deal with the situation and had no time to pay attention to Wen Li.

The purple-robed venerable one sneered: "It seems you do have some skill, but killing me might be a bit difficult for you."

As soon as the Venerable One finished speaking, he pointed his finger at the sky.

Lightning bolts, seemingly about to strike, instantly gathered above his head. He spoke in an almost cruel tone: "Relax. After you die, I will refine you into the most powerful vengeful ghost."

After speaking, the Venerable One lowered his hand, and several enormous bolts of lightning struck Wen Li.