Mingzhuo took less than two minutes to take down the villagers one by one.
The village chief and Aunt Xiang, one old and the other frail, received special care from her.
The village chief's head was smashed open, his face covered in blood, making his already gray hair appear even more striking. He stared at Mingzhuo in horror; was this woman a demon?
Aunt Xiang was slapped, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. She asked fearfully and weakly, "Why did you hit me?"
Mingzhuo: "Yes, I shouldn't have slapped you, I should have chopped off your hands. Tell me, which hand did you use on Bu Qianqian?"
She pressed the peach wood sword against Aunt Xiang's wrist. Although it was a peach wood sword, Aunt Xiang felt a chilling coldness.
The village chief and Aunt Xiang were both shocked. How did she know?
Isn't this woman just a lazy, gluttonous, and greedy good-for-nothing?
Aunt Xiang felt an invisible blade slicing through the skin of her wrist, and she cried out in terror, "No! Please don't!"
The village chief gritted his teeth, realizing that this person had been playing dumb all along to deceive others.
He was deceived by the other party's innocent and naive appearance! He almost capsized in the gutter.
But it's okay, he's not without his trump cards.
He sneered, glaring venomously at Mingzhuo, "You think you're so smart? You could have left alive with the others, but now that you've discovered it, you're all going to die!"
With a snap, Mingzhuo dislocated Aunt Xiang's hand, and the middle-aged woman immediately rolled on the ground in pain.
"I'm sorry, I can't stand being provoked." She walked over and dislocated the village chief's arm, then knocked on the courtyard gate next to him.
Hongjie's son opened the door tremblingly. He didn't want to be nagged by Hongjie, so he ran to play at the neighbor's house. Unexpectedly, he saw Mingzhuo committing violence through the gate.
"Don't hit me!" As soon as the door opened, he immediately knelt down with a thud.
The giant baby, almost 300 months old, is starting to look a bit like a well-behaved child.
Mingzhuo picked up the villagers one by one and threw them in, completely disregarding whether these old people, with their frail arms and legs, would suffer any injuries.
Then she clapped her hands and said, "Look at them."
The young man thought it was being spoken to him, but he soon realized he was wrong. His neighbor stared wide-eyed in horror and pointed outside.
He looked back and collapsed completely. At the entrance to the courtyard were one dark, ghostly figure after another.
Most of them were women or children, their skin swollen and their eyes bulging out, clearly drowned.
Mingzhuo knew these ghosts wanted revenge, but they were not powerful enough to be a match for that thing, and it would be dangerous for them to stay on the battlefield.
However, it would be good to beat up those villagers to vent my anger.
After the gate closed, Mingzhuo raised his hand and knocked down the shrine on the courtyard wall by the gate, scattering the still-burning incense sticks all over the ground.
The village chief's angry, shrill voice rang out: "You're overestimating yourself! Do you know what you've done? Today, you're all going to die! Ouch!"
After the final cry of pain, the sounds of punches and kicks followed.
"You old bastard, you're the one who's dead, and your ancestors for eighteen generations are all dead!" Ming Zhuo shouted, raising his voice as he walked quickly toward the courtyard in front of him. As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his sword forward.
With a "sizzle" sound, the sword didn't hit the wall, but rather seemed to pierce some fabric.
In the white mist, the courtyard gradually transformed into a red sedan chair.
Ming Zhuo didn't waste a second. He threw out a high-level exorcism talisman, reached into the sedan chair, grabbed someone, and quickly retreated.
Bu Qianqian felt her five senses return to normal after being enveloped by the water film. She coughed, tears welling up in her eyes, and excitedly shouted, "Teacher Ruan!"
Mingzhuo dispelled the sinister aura emanating from her and handed her a protective talisman. "It's alright now, you're safe."
Bu Qianqian's tears flowed uncontrollably again; she believed Mingzhuo's words.
The sedan chair remained there, presumably waiting for the villagers to take it away. After all, even the Ghost King couldn't simply conjure up a living person and take her away.
With so many people coming and going, not a single person noticed anything amiss.
Only Mingzhuo saw through the illusion and rescued her.
That thing seemed to relish her despair, forcing her to look outside, rekindling her hope time and time again, only to make her feel abandoned once more.
Their intentions were extremely malicious.
It wasn't until Mingzhuo beat up the village chief and Aunt Xiang outside that the thing finally got angry.
Bu Qianqian knew that Mingzhuo was standing up for her, and she felt indescribably happy and relieved.
But the more it did that, the angrier it became. How could the fish on the cutting board resist?
"Teacher Ruan, be careful!" Bu Qianqian said, "The thing in the sedan chair is a perverted ancient relic, probably dead for over a thousand years."
Mingzhuo nodded: "Isn't he just a perverted old bastard? A piece of trash with a cerebellum wrapped in a foot-binding cloth, a feudal remnant that should have been burned to ashes long ago."
As she spoke, thick black mist, almost solidified, seeped from the sedan chair, causing the temperature to drop rapidly, and even the white mist nearly froze into ice.
A terrifying and chilling atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
Even through the courtyard gate, everyone and everything inside the house could feel that terrifying pressure.
The village chief, acting like a madman, cried out, "The top scholar is angry! The top scholar is angry! You will all die! Hahaha..."
Hu Zhigao's wife stepped forward and slapped him to the ground, yelling, "Nonsense!"
Mingzhuo performed a ritual at Wangxiantai to summon her; he was summoning her, but also the wronged souls he was using in the lake.
The magic array on the lake suppressed them, but Mingzhuo was able to take them away.
When that sword came stabbing at her, she was somewhat panicked, but her soul was not harmed. She immediately realized that this was a magic trick for others to see.
This young girl is kind and her Taoist magic is profound; please, I hope nothing bad happens to her.
Mingzhuo blocked Bu Qianqian's path, looking at the sedan chair in front of her, "Are you dawdling because you're lame? Get out here now!"
The thing inside the sedan chair was extremely angry, and a sinister and terrifying aura quickly spread, but Mingzhuo moved even faster than it.
The peach wood sword was drawn, growing longer in the wind, and swiftly cleaved the sedan chair, tearing the old sedan chair to pieces.
With the sedan chair gone, the contents inside were revealed.
It was none other than the top scholar that Mingzhuo had seen in the ancestral hall. However, the portrait on the wall was a younger, more beautified version, while the one in front of him was an old man on the verge of death, with age spots on his skin, a hunched back, and a body that reeked of decay.
This thing should have died of old age, but because it couldn't bear to part with its wealth and status, it lingered in the mortal realm and, with the help of a special magic array in the Immortal Village, cultivated itself into an evil ghost.
In the small village of Xianyuan, it was the supreme local emperor. Whatever it wanted, the villagers would satisfy it without hesitation, including offerings of fresh flesh and blood and filth.
In exchange, it will bless every household in the village with the birth of a son.
However, reincarnation in the underworld is random. Its so-called protection is just predicting the sex of the fetus and then having the villagers abort the female fetus through a fortune teller.
After being a local tyrant for a long time, this thing is no longer satisfied with ordinary offerings.
Twenty-four years ago, Hu Shengnan was admitted to university and became the first female college student in the village. This thing immediately got the idea.
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