Chen Wanning looked at his granddaughter in surprise, wondering what had gotten into her today, because ever since Chen Roujin could remember, she seemed to have never called him "Dad".
She's a madwoman, the kind of person who's not quite mentally sound, and that word should never have come out of her mouth.
“That’s true. Your father is dead. You never showed him any filial piety while he was alive.” Chen Wanning thought for a moment and then felt relieved: “Now that he’s gone, it’s only right to call him Dad, kowtow a few times, and burn some paper money.”
"Yes, that's right. Although I didn't receive the debt of raising you, I still received the debt of giving birth to you." Chen Roujin smiled and placed the incense sticks in the incense burner.
She said slowly, "Actually, it must be really tiring for someone like him to live in this world."
"Power is good, but not good enough. Only when one person wields true power can he control life and death."
"What exactly do you want?" Chen Wanning looked at her suspiciously.
"I'm here to see my dad and tell him that I will avenge him. Walk slowly on the way; Ye Xingchen will probably come to join him soon," Chen Roujin said with a smile.
"You? You want to avenge your father?" Chen Wanning asked in surprise.
"Otherwise what?" Chen Roujin said with a smile, "Grandpa, you really don't think I've been idle these past few days, do you?"
"Actually, I wasn't really avenging him. I had no feelings for him, and once he's dead, he's dead. I killed Ye Xingchen simply because I had a personal grudge against him."
"If you can kill Ye Xingchen, the Chen family will listen to you from now on." Chen Wanning said with a stern face, "But if you don't have the strength, don't go to the front and throw your life away."
"Your great-grandfather has returned to the Xuan Yang Sect. In the near future, he will most likely not send out any more experts. You should consider this carefully."
"Heh, you underestimate me too much, don't you?" Chen Roujin sneered and said, "If I want to kill Ye Xingchen, of course I will do it my own way, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
"Don't worry, I know the Xuan Yang Sect won't send any more experts. I can handle Ye Xingchen myself. If I can't, I'll just die at his hands and won't implicate your Chen family."
Chen Wanning's expression was uncertain, but he didn't say anything.
Chen Roujin turned around, her figure blurred, and several streaks of black energy appeared beside her.
The indoor temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant, and a chilly atmosphere filled the room.
Moreover, a faint black aura permeated the room, emanating from Chen Roujin.
Three black, malevolent energies swirled around her, and these energies resembled infants, with faint sounds of infant laughter and crying audible.
Chen Roujin's power had already reached the point of mastering the three elements.
The Nine-Child Demon Mother possesses a hundred years of cultivation power for each of her nine children, and three children for a total of three hundred years of cultivation power.
For an ordinary person to reach this level of cultivation, the right timing, favorable location, and harmonious relationships are all indispensable.
Moreover, this method is too contrary to the heavens, and those who practice evil methods will have to suffer the consequences of the heavens' backlash. Therefore, from ancient times to the present, there have been very few evil practitioners who practice ghost methods.
Moreover, to cultivate to the point of mastering the Three Words requires at least twenty years of hard work, yet Chen Roujin has reached such a level in just two months, demonstrating her extraordinary talent.
"Old man, just you wait. Another day, I will definitely come to see you with Ye Xingchen's head." Chen Roujin chuckled, her figure transforming into a black aura and disappearing instantly.
After she disappeared, the temperature in the room dropped so low it felt like it was about to freeze. Chen Wanning couldn't help but shiver, a look of fear appearing on his face.
In the darkness of night, Ye Xingchen was meditating in the garden of the Xia Mansion when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked northwest.
A powerful aura of malevolence shot into the sky and flashed past from the northwest.
At the same time, Su Ruochu was also awakened. She came to the courtyard, walked to Ye Xingchen's side, and looked in the northwest direction.
"Such a powerful aura of malevolence."
Even though the malevolent aura had disappeared, Ye Xingchen still felt a chill slowly creeping over from that direction.
“Yes, the malevolent aura contains resentment.” Su Ruochu frowned. “It seems that someone has mastered some powerful evil magic.”
“You stay at home, I’ll go over and check on you,” Ye Xingchen said.
"I'll go with you; that malevolent aura is unusual," Su Ruochu said, still worried.
“This malevolent aura seems to be aimed at me. I’m worried that they’re using this as a diversionary tactic.” Ye Xingchen frowned. “With you guarding the house, I’m at ease.”
"Then be careful." Su Ruochu nodded slowly.
Ye Xingchen arrived at the direction where the evil aura appeared. This place was far from the city center, and it was near the mass grave where Yin Lao Er was killed last time.
Following the cold, gloomy air, we searched forward and found a van overturned on the side of the road.
The biting cold emanated from this place and spread in all directions.
In the darkness, a figure flashed, and someone rushed towards them.
"Who?" Ye Xingchen asked warily.
"It's me, Lao Ye, Zhang Shihao." A familiar voice came, and Zhang Shihao ran over.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Xingchen relaxed immediately when he saw it was him.
"Just like you, I sensed the malevolent energy here and came to take a look." Zhang Shihao rubbed his hands together and looked around: "Damn, the malevolent energy is so strong, the opponent is very powerful."
"Perfect timing, let's explore together." Ye Xingchen approached the overturned van.
The van was overturned on the side of the road, and the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, his body cold and already dead.
There were two other people nearby, who seemed to be the driver's companions. The two were still in the position of fleeing, but they had been frozen into ice sculptures.
They were still in the fleeing posture, and their faces showed great fear and panic, as if they had encountered something terrible.
Above their heads was a transparent hole, from which something sucked away every last drop of their brain matter.
"What an eerie thing." Even though Zhang Shih-hao was a disciple of Qi Wu-shan and his ancestors had been exorcising ghosts and demons for generations, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.
"You've already described it as supernatural, so this thing must be something special." Ye Xingchen frowned slightly. "Can you be sure what it is?"
“Not sure.” Zhang Shih-hao turned his head and glanced at the overturned van, where a section of a vermilion coffin was visible behind it.
He turned around, exhaled, and pulled out the coffin, which weighed several hundred pounds.
Inside the coffin was the body of a woman.
The corpse had been made up, and it was holding a yin patch in its hand. Zhang Shih-hao reached out, opened the yin patch, and after reading the few words on it, he immediately understood.
“These people are corpse thieves. There must be a young woman who recently died nearby, and they’ve been targeting her,” Zhang Shih-hao said. “In the west, there are people who take in young women who have died and arrange ghost marriages for them.”
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