Chapter 278 Jinjiang (1)
When Xie Jiaojiao died along with Zheng Shuli, this world built on the hatred between Xie Jiaojiao and Zheng Shuli was also collapsing.
Zheng Shumu was trapped in the Bai village all his life.
Even though he studied all over the place while growing up, his body was not here, but his heart was always bound here, and all he thought about day and night was hatred.
Later, Zheng Mushu slaughtered all the villagers in the village, and then watched with his own eyes as the villagers, along with their corpses and souls, were trapped in the wooden puppets and suffered.
But isn't he also trapped here, suffering torture in hell with his enemies?
Until Li Chengyun and Yan Shixun arrived one after another, one first saved Zheng Shumu's soul, so that he would not continue to fall, and Yan Shixun...
He made Zheng Shumu finally make up his mind and put an end to the revenge that was starting to go in the wrong direction.
Therefore, the village, which symbolizes Zheng Shumu's life-long resentment and pain, was swallowed up by the lake.
In the last moment before his death, Zheng Shumu finally found relief and his soul was able to leave the village.
The village that trapped him no longer had any need to exist.
Before Yan Shixun and others left the theater in the lake, Lu Xingxing and others were facing the ghostly aura that followed the collapse of the village.
——With the presence of the ghost baby Xie Jiaojiao, all the ghost energy around Baizhi Lake and even the southwest region will spontaneously gather to where the ghost baby is.
Those gloomy ghostly auras that carry with them all the resentment and hatred of ghosts, hate the avenue, the heaven and earth, and the human world, so they will naturally be willing to devote themselves to this and give birth to the ghost path.
Yan Shixun stood in the remaining yard of Uncle Bai's house. He glanced at the lake water that was blocked outside the protective cover and understood everything.
There were still corpses in the lake.
It seems that even though the villagers of the Bai Village were killed by Zheng Shumu and trapped here for decades, they still did not repent and had no regrets about what they had done. Instead, they resented the Zheng Shumu brothers and sisters who killed them.
Therefore, after the village that was the embodiment of Zheng Shumu’s resentment collapsed, those corpses naturally merged into the lake formed by the gathering of ghost energy.
"Brother Yan, Xingxing's condition is not good."
Nantian originally wanted to keep Lu Xingxing in his arms, fearing that he would be discovered by the King of Hell. But as Lu Xingxing's face quickly turned pale, Nantian became anxious and finally made up his mind to speak and explain the situation to Yan Shixun.
Because Nantian had been on guard against this Zhang Wubing who was completely different from before, he hid Lu Xingxing tightly and huddled into a ball, hiding himself behind the shadows of everyone else. This really made it so that Yan Shixun didn't notice Lu Xingxing's appearance at first.
Hearing Nantian's words, Yan Shixun frowned, took a big step over and pushed everyone away, but when he saw Lu Xingxing's expression clearly, he was shocked.
A lot of death energy gathered between Lu Xingxing's eyebrows, almost engulfing his entire face.
That was no longer the complexion of a normal living person. Instead, it had turned blue-black. Wisps of black air were wandering beneath his pale and dull skin. His skin sometimes bulged and then fell, which was shocking to the eye.
Yan Shixun raised his hand and lifted his coat, then half-knelt down in front of Lu Xingxing, pulled his wrist over and tested his meridians.
Then, he felt the familiar eerie coldness and immediately understood the reason for Lu Xingxing's current state.
——The power of Yeli.
For thousands of years, Yeli has never responded to any stranger's request for help except Yan Shixun.
Whether it was the exorcists or the fortune tellers, Ye Li ignored them all.
Ghosts and gods are very clear about one thing, which is that their own power is absolutely beyond the endurance of ordinary people.
Those who spend their entire lives trying to borrow power from ghosts and gods clearly know the consequences of the power of ghosts and gods, and their original purpose is to stand against the living.
It is nothing more than wanting to use the power of the ghosts and gods who control death to create more deaths.
As for the rest of the Taoists and exorcists, their bodies as living people are not strong enough to bear the ghost energy.
Except for Yan Shixun, who was born with evil spirits in his bones, if other living people allow ghost energy into their bodies, their yang energy will be suppressed by the ghost energy until it drops to the lowest critical point of a living person, and both their body and soul will suffer irreversible damage.
Although the power of the Lord of Fengdu is great, it also corresponds to terrifying danger. For the living, it is an accelerator of death.
As for Lu Xingxing, the reason why Ye Li temporarily lent his power to him was, on the one hand, because Lu Xingxing himself was causally involved with Yan Shixun, which would protect Lu Xingxing to a certain extent; on the other hand, it was also because Ye Li took the initiative to block the part of the cause and effect that would hurt Lu Xingxing.
As long as Lu Xingxing does not overuse this power, within a certain range and time, although Lu Xingxing will suffer from problems such as drowsiness and low luck caused by the ghost energy, Lu Xingxing does not care about the safety of everyone, and this is within the scope of his approval.
But this time...
Lu Xingxing has crossed the line by using that supernatural power.
When Yan Shixun explored his meridians, he found that the ghost energy was not only wandering in the meridians, but also infiltrating into his internal organs, and moving along the acupoints and veins towards his crown.
Once the ghost energy completely covers the top of his head, it will pollute Lu Xingxing's soul.
By then, even ghosts and gods will be unable to save you.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Xingxing, his Adam's apple rolled and he was unable to speak for a while.
This nephew...
Far more resilient and tenacious than anyone thought.
Yan Shixun knew Ye Li. When he lent his power to Lu Xingxing, he must have clearly explained to Lu Xingxing the taboos of using this power.
All premises are established within a certain range.
Once Lu Xingxing forcibly breaks through the limits set by Ye Li in this power, the overloaded ghost energy will overwhelm the yang energy and occupy Lu Xingxing's body.
When Yin and Yang fight, if Yang wins, you become a human being; otherwise, you die.
Lu Xingxing must be aware of this.
But he couldn't bear to watch the people around him die and be injured by the backflowing lake water and the rotting corpses in it, so, even though he knew where doing so would lead, he still chose to grit his teeth and persevere.
Then, he fell here too.
If it weren't for the King of Hell hidden in Zhang Wubing's shadow, who appeared at the most critical moment and helped Lu Xingxing, allowing Lu Xingxing's soul to remain in his body, I'm afraid...
Lu Xingxing couldn't hold on until Yan Shixun came back.
Although the King of Hell is also a ghost god, he is different from Fengdu.
Fengdu is in charge of judgment, but the underworld is in charge of reincarnation. In addition to death, the King of Hell also controls life. He can allow the ghost energy in Lu Xingxing's body to barely return to the range of the living, giving him a glimmer of hope.
"Ye Li, withdraw the ghost energy from Lu Xingxing's meridians."
Yan Shixun quickly took action while calling Ye Li. Without waiting for Ye Li to move, he silently recited the talisman to guide the ghost energy in Lu Xingxing's body into his own meridians.
The evil ghost entering the bones means that the ghost energy enters the human body.
The pain that Lu Xingxing was experiencing at this moment was also experienced by Yan Shixun many years ago when he was a child and had not yet met Ye Li.
It was the pain of having thousands of needles piercing your blood vessels, and the torture of watching yourself weaken.
However, any evil ghost that successfully survives will gain powerful strength far beyond that of ordinary people because of the ghost energy.
Yin and Yang are balanced here.
After Yan Shixun had drained all the ghost energy out of Lu Xingxing's meridians, Ye Li had also transferred all the consequences of the temporarily lent power from Lu Xingxing to himself.
But even so, Lu Xingxing was still in a deep coma. Although there was no longer a heavy aura of death between his brows, his face was still dark blue and pale.
The damage to his body caused by the ghost energy had already occurred when he made up his mind to protect everyone.
Yan Shixun placed his hands on top of Lu Xingxing's crown and chanted incantations with mysterious tones, spells to drive away evil spirits, spells for golden light, spells to increase luck... For many Taoists, these incantations are rare to see in their lifetime, but now they all came out of Yan Shixun's mouth quickly and emotionally, and were superimposed on Lu Xingxing's body layer by layer.
But he soon discovered that no matter what kind of talisman it was, its effect on Lu Xingxing was much less than he had imagined.
At that moment, Yan Shixun suddenly realized something and looked up in surprise at Zhang Wubing who was not far away.
"Since you were hiding in Zhang Wubing's shadow, the reason you were able to appear here was because the shadow play controlled by Xie Jiaojiao reversed the identities of humans and ghosts, allowing you to turn over from the other side. But now Xie Jiaojiao is dead, but you have not disappeared..."
Plus, the effect of the spell was severely weakened.
There was only one possibility Yan Shixun could think of.
——The ghost way has arrived and has begun to take effect.
I'm afraid that outside of shadow puppetry, the way of ghosts has already replaced the way of the Tao, and the ones who dominate everything have changed from humans to ghosts, and the yin and yang are reversed.
Thank you Jiaojiao!
Yan Shixun's sharp eyes darkened.
He gritted his teeth and silently recited the little girl's name in his heart. He had not expected that the ghost baby would be so powerful. Even after its death, it was still unable to stop the spread of the ghost path.
But where does the ghost baby’s power come from?
Even on the night many years ago when the woman and her fetus sank into the lake, the hatred of death alone was not enough to support the ghost baby to be so feared by the Great Dao. At that time, what force supported the ghost baby?
This thought flashed through Yan Shixun's mind.
Zhang Wubing raised his eyebrows, held up his sleeves which were beautifully embroidered with the roar of a ferocious beast, chuckled and nodded, acknowledging the truth of Yan Shixun's guess.
Yan Shixun didn't need to actually say it out loud, he already knew that this evil ghost with keen perception had already guessed the truth.
"You figured it out, Yan Shixun."
Zhang Wubing smiled and said, "Beyond the ghost play, it is still a ghost play. Unless you can find the source that truly gave birth to the ghost way, otherwise, it will continue to spread until it completely replaces the great way."
"By that time, even if the disaster has been delayed for a hundred years, it will still happen. And it is obvious that once it reaches that point, all the exorcists in the world will be powerless, and the world will be beyond salvation."
Ghost Road...
The hair scattered in front of his forehead, casting a shadow that blocked Yan Shixun's sharp eyebrows, making his eyes heavy and looking extremely dangerous.
He silently recited these two syllables in his mind, then laughed softly, speaking with contempt: "If you want to harm a living being, you should have some self-knowledge. Since you are already dead, you should stay in the underworld Fengdu, and stop being ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, trying to subvert the great way and invade the human world."
"If you don't know this truth, then you can only..."
Yan Shixun took Lu Xingxing, held her horizontally in his arms, and slowly stood up with a cold look in his eyes.
"I'll teach them how to be a ghost."
...The Great Sage Tiangang, with boundless majesty.
From heaven to earth, cut off the source of evil——!
The spell that Yan Shixun had been silently reciting in his heart finally took effect at this moment.
The talisman, which should have been unusable in the ghost play, was righted again after being turned upside down twice, and regained its original powerful force because the provider of power was the Lord of Fengdu.
As Yan Shixun walked, wherever his footsteps fell, the sky collapsed and the earth sank, with loud rumbling sounds that were deafening.
The only remaining courtyard in the Bai village finally began to collapse.
None of the guests expected that Yan Shixun would do the opposite. Not only did he not continue to protect the courtyard, but he took the initiative to destroy it.
For a moment, everyone cried out in shock, watching the invisible protective shield instantly covered with cracks and then suddenly shattered.
An Nanyuan was so scared that he even closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at all.
But when everyone thought they were dead and about to drown in the lake, they suddenly saw another black mist rapidly enveloping them.
The words on the talisman turned into black lines, rippling like water waves under Yan Shixun's feet. The crisp buzzing sound was like the sound of a soul-calming bell, making everyone who heard the sound suddenly feel their souls calm down and their whole bodies relax.
They felt that all the miscellaneous things that had troubled them in the past had instantly disappeared from them. They could not feel where their physical bodies were, as if only their light souls were left, and they could even fly with a kick.
Such a strange feeling made everyone open their eyes wide, wondering what was going on.
Yan Shixun held the unconscious Lu Xingxing in his arms. His body was as straight and upright as a pine tree, and every step he took was as firm and heavy as if he was stepping on the road.
The path he follows is the great way.
No one could shake him in the slightest.
Yan Shixun's eyes were firm and gloomy. He raised his head and faced the rushing lake water without fear. The black mist quickly formed a complete and complicated formation around him, enveloping everyone.
The strong wind blew up the corners of his clothes and hair, but he was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea and did not move at all.
As the cold lake water roared and surged, the rotten corpses opened their rotten mouths at them in the dim light, revealing their pale teeth and jaws.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes slightly, a smile appeared on his thin red lips, and the last few syllables fell heavily.
"Destroy all traces of evil, return to the dead and ascend to godhood!"①
At that moment, the entire rolling lake bottom, along with all the brick and tile fragments, came to a stop, and the world was silent for a moment.
Then, the waves hit even more violently.
All the people wrapped in the black fog felt a sense of weightlessness, and their bodies suddenly fell downwards.
Everything was dark before my eyes.
Only Zhang Wubing, who had been watching Yan Shixun's actions quietly, understood what he wanted to do.
The folding fan in his hand half covered his lips, and when he smiled, there was a freedom and joy that he had not felt in a hundred years.
“Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun…hahahahahaha!”
Zhang Wubing raised his hand and slowly gathered the scattered hair. His slender and clean fingers were inserted among the hair, with a clear contrast between black and white.
When all the living people including Yan Shixun fell to the other side of the ghost show, Zhang Wubing showed his sharp side in a place where Yan Shixun could not see.
Without the obstruction of hair, his clearly revealed facial features were sharp and transparent, and his sharply curved jawline exuded a coldness as sharp as a knife.
"Ye Li, I have calculated for a hundred years, but I have never calculated the heaven and earth."
Zhang Wubing sighed intoxicatedly, "I thought that the evil spirit entering the bones was just a lie that the heaven and earth used to deceive themselves and others. With Jing Xiaobao's failure before, I never thought that Yan Shixun would succeed."
“But now I see he’s surprisingly sharp.”
Zhang Wubing slightly side-glanced, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and glanced at Ye Li on the other side: "What I didn't expect was that the Lord of Fengdu, who has always been annoyed by ghost exorcists in the human world, would take the initiative to step into the human world and form a cause and effect with the living."
Ye Li looked back indifferently: "It's better than a guy who was calculated by the Great Dao. A waste who can't even keep the name of God, who almost caused the collapse of the underworld, and let Shi Xun take the trouble to clean up the mess for you, tsk."
"I also miss this barbaric style."
Zhang Wubing had no idea that he was being verbally attacked. Instead, he said with a smile, "Thousands of years ago, on the battlefield, a stubborn commander seemed to have said something after he asked for help from the Heavenly Master but was rejected... Ah, I remember now. That guy said that from then on, he would question the great principles of heaven and earth and reject all those who exorcised ghosts."
"Yan Shixun seems to be a ghost exorcist, right?"
Zhang Wubing blinked at Ye Li, but there was no sense of playfulness in his eyes, but rather like a cunning fox: "Ghosts and gods can lie too."
Come on, let’s reveal each other’s secrets. I have lived longer than you and know all your details. How about that?
Zhang Wubing looked frank and showed no fear at all.
On the other hand, Ye Li's face darkened, and he wanted to crush this guy's soul.
However, the fact that the King of Hell's soul had not completely dissipated a hundred years ago still made Ye Li feel a little relieved.
Although he disliked this guy and couldn't stand the King of Hell's usual behavior, he also respected this old enemy.
Being able to rule the underworld for thousands of years, the King of Hell can be said to have done his best.
At least in the past era when gods were high and mighty and also in charge of death, the King of Hell could be considered as one of the gods that Ye Li could barely look up to.
He didn't want this old enemy to be really plotted against by the Great Dao and die, losing his divine name and power, and even losing his soul.
Compared to his disgust towards the Great Dao, the King of Hell does not seem to be too intolerable.
Ye Li recalled that his first meeting with the King of Hell was on a battlefield a thousand years ago.
The warrior, his face covered in blood and his face unclear, staggered to his feet from the corpses, holding on to his broken sword. He looked around, but all he saw was death and blood.
All the soldiers who followed him had died here, and the people he wanted to protect were also slaughtered after the city was captured.
The city where children once sang and skipped around the street corners is now filled with dead bodies with their eyes open.
The smoke cleared and the battle flag fell.
In the wasteland of death, Ye Li saw a figure standing in a sea of blood not far away.
The man gathered his sleeves, his posture elegant and upright, as if he was more suitable to be in a temple, holding power and surrounded by glory than on a battlefield.
But the evil spirits and ferocious beasts lingering around that person showed that he was by no means an ordinary noble.
The man noticed the gaze directed at him, so he looked back with a smile and asked softly - Are you unwilling?
——Are you unwilling to accept this great way of treating you and your subordinates like this?
Then why not go against the will of heaven?
"Even though I am a ghost god and have been in charge of reincarnation for thousands of years, sometimes I can't help but sigh that the great way of heaven and earth is really unpredictable."
Zhang Wubing's voice brought Ye Li back to his senses from his memories.
"When I died as a ghost, I could never have imagined that one day, the Lord of Fengdu would fall in love with a certain being, and take the initiative to marry a living person under the witness of heaven and earth."
Zhang Wubing raised the folding fan in his hand and tapped his head gently, but looked at Ye Li, curled his lips and said: "After all, a certain ghost god seems to have no emotions in his mind, and even ignores the human world like dust."
"Although I guessed that the Great Dao would come to you, after all, among all the ghosts and gods, you are too special. But I thought that even if the world collapsed, you would not agree to the Great Dao's request for help. Moreover."
Zhang Wubing paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I thought you would die alone until you died. I didn't expect that you would be so closely connected to the evil ghost."
"To be more precise, it's Shixun. My lover is Yan Shixun."
Ye Li reminded with emphasis, as if warning Zhang Wubing not to step into the beast's territory at will and covet the treasures that the beast hid tightly in its arms.
Zhang Wubing raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then his eyes moved, as if broken stars were scattered in his eyes.
He said with a smile: "Your behavior has suddenly made me curious about Yan Shixun..."
"Don't even think about it."
Ye Li didn't take Zhang Wubing's malicious provocation seriously at all. He snorted coldly and said indifferently: "Once a father, always a father. In Shi Xun's eyes, you are his son."
Zhang Wubing: “…”
You, a ghost, are so bad at talking. Why are you bringing up things that are not relevant?
Ye Li still felt that it was not enough, and took advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, raising a stiff smile on his lips, and said with a fake smile: "You usually call me the same as Lu Xingxing and Jing Xiaobao, have you forgotten? Call me mom now."
Zhang Wubing: “…………”
Tsk, that little idiot, always causing him trouble.
But strictly speaking, they are the same person, and when he scolds that little idiot it seems like he is scolding himself... ah, so annoying.
There was a layer of gloom between Zhang Wubing's brows. He puffed out his cheeks, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to ruin another self in front of Ye Li, so he could only sulk and was about to get internal injuries.
Could it be that the soul has been damaged after being reincarnated too many times, and the little idiot hit his head during the reincarnation process?
Zhang Wubing was about to curse his other self to death in his heart, but he decisively ignored the fact that he was also very happy when he was clinging to Yan Shixun.
Zhang Wubing: Lost!!!
Ye Li nodded in satisfaction, and then he relaxed his expression. He took the lead and ran in the direction where Yan Shixun left: "Let's go, my family is so big."
He suddenly felt that the stranger Zhang Wubing was not so annoying after all.
——At least it allowed him to rise in level and eliminated a potential love rival at the source, which made him very satisfied.
Ye Li: I approve of Shi Xun’s great son.
Zhang Wubing: “…………”
The King of Hell had a dark face and gritted his teeth in hatred, but he still followed with his folding fan.
What can he do! Dadao still needs this couple to save him, and he doesn't even have the freedom to turn around and leave.
However, the King of Hell did not expect that Yan Shixun was not only sensitive, but also so decisive in his decisions.
For a long time, the King of Hell, who had been sleeping in the shadow of Zhang Wubing, was not like the living Zhang Wubing, who was always by Yan Shixun's side and knew Yan Shixun's character well.
When Yan Shixun made a decisive decision and shattered the protective shield in the lake to escape from the ghost show, the King of Hell looked at Yan Shixun's extraordinary figure with amazement in his eyes.
This is... the person chosen by the Avenue.
For a few moments, even the King of Hell's breathing stopped, and his vision was filled with Yan Shixun's figure.
Ordinary people are used to staying in safe places, rejecting unknown changes, and unable to change direction decisively.
They will be blinded by their current security and comfort and fail to see the dangers lurking beneath the calm.
However, Yan Shixun saw through the vanity of the temporary calm and resolutely chose the path whose future was unknown but more likely to be the right one.
The King of Hell, who was a former ghost, saw clearly that the safety of Uncle Bai's yard was only temporary. Even with him holding on, if they stayed here, they would eventually die.
This is a ghost show. Without Xie Jiaojiao, the leading ghost baby, the group of ghosts will be leaderless, and the ghosts remaining here will only engage in fighting for the dominance of this world.
Even if Yan Shixun could suppress the group of ghosts by himself, he would still be left in the ghost show.
Once Master Bai, who serves as the medium between the ghost show and reality, dies, the souls of everyone, including Yan Shixun, will be trapped here forever, just like what the villagers with the surname Bai once experienced.
The King of Hell is ready to lead everyone away from the ghost show.
However, he didn't expect that Yan Shixun had taken a step ahead of him and had already separated everyone's souls and false bodies. He decisively shattered the ghost show, causing everyone's souls to fall to the edge of the ghost show and head towards reality.
At that moment, the King of Hell suddenly understood why the Great Dao chose Yan Shixun.
Such a person... even if he is not possessed by evil spirits, he will definitely be able to try his best to find the only ray of hope to survive and bring life back to life.
Yan Shixun never despairs. He is not afraid of failure and death. He only asks how to achieve the best result. All his efforts are towards success.
This tenacity also infected everyone around him.
It seems that with him around, the sun will never set.
There was a smile in the eyes of the King of Hell, and in the dizzying situation where his soul and reality intersected, he laughed softly, causing his chest to vibrate.
Yan Shixun...the great Dao is truly perfect, with every possible plan.
Immediately, both the King of Hell and Ye Li fell into darkness completely.
Everyone's soul seemed to fall into the dark seabed, followed by a feeling of weightlessness, and then suddenly rose to the sea level. When they raised their eyes, it seemed that they could still see the sun's rays shining through the sea, like broken golden scales among the waves, which was beautiful beyond words.
"Bang!"
The moment the loud noise rang through their ears, everyone felt as if they had broken through the water and returned to the reality on the sea.
When they opened their eyes, they suddenly found that they were no longer in Uncle Bai's yard, nor at the bottom of the lake.
But... a dark and deserted village.
The abandoned village houses had long been devoid of any trace of human activity and were covered in thick green moss. Weeds had obscured the roads, leaving only the black holes of the windows visible from under the moss. It was so dark that one could not see what was going on inside.
The damp smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay penetrated into everyone's nose, bringing them back to their senses and making them realize that they had escaped from the ghost show they had just watched.
So where are they now...
Yan Shixun looked around. Although the village was in ruins, the familiar outline still evoked his memory, reminding him of what he had seen when Zheng Shumu took him to visit the village.
This is the real Bai clan village.
After Zheng Shumu destroyed the village decades ago, the souls and bodies of the villagers were thrown into the ghost show by Zheng Shumu, and the remaining village was naturally deserted.
Logically speaking, Master Bai should be the only one living here.
They have completely left the ghost show and returned to reality.
But before Yan Shixun could breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment, his expression suddenly became serious and he discovered something unusual about this world.
Yan Shixun regained his sense of heaven and earth, but strangely, he had a vague feeling that power was rushing towards him from all directions.
That is...
Ghostly.
Near the deserted village, the dominant figures are not humans but ghosts.
Yin and Yang have been reversed.
Although Yan Shixun had already discovered this matter because of Zhang Wubing's continued abnormality during the ghost play, he was still frightened when he actually saw it.
After Xie Jiaojiao's death, Guidao was still not dead. Instead, he was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, sweeping around madly.
Now it is Baizhi Lake, but if the source of Xie Jiaojiao's birth is not found immediately, the ghost path will continue to spread outward until it completely engulfs the world.
And Xie Jiaojiao's initial tragedy...
Yan Shixun raised his eyes, looked past the low green village houses, and looked at the shimmering lake not far away.
It is White Paper Lake.
Xie Jiaojiao died in Baizhi Lake while still in her mother's womb.
Maybe there's something wrong with the lake water?
Before Yan Shixun could figure it out, there was suddenly a light that kept shaking and moving away. It was particularly conspicuous in the dim light and attracted everyone's attention.
Yan Shixun quickly recognized that it should be a high-intensity flashlight held in someone's hand.
Rescue team!
Yan Shixun was shocked.
The next moment, a figure running around the corner of the village house confirmed Yan Shixun's guess.
It was the official leaders and rescue team members.
Their expressions were filled with sorrow. They ran forward with clenched teeth, making no sound except for the sound of running, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible.
The high-intensity flashlights in their hands were shining in the opposite direction, pretending that they were running in that direction, trying to confuse the thing chasing them from behind.
But the smell of human flesh and blood cannot be concealed.
Unless all of them are really dead, the temperature and smell of blood and flesh that are out of tune with the surroundings will make them like targets, and they will be particularly conspicuous even in the dark.
The wooden puppets behind him were still chasing closely.
As the rescue team was blocked by the wooden puppets on both sides and forced to go deeper into the village, more and more wooden puppets rushed towards them from all directions.
Pairs of inorganic wooden eyeballs lit up with a scarlet glow, which could not conceal their greed, hideousness, and desire for flesh and blood in the darkness.
The rescue team ran for their lives.
However, in a place dominated by ghosts, all their defensive means were ineffective, not to mention that they had to carry an unconscious Master Bai, which further slowed down their speed.
Many people couldn't help but feel despair in their hearts, and asked themselves with a sad smile, are they really going to die here today? Become the nutrients of those ghosts.
But the rescue team didn't expect that after they turned a corner, they would see a series of figures standing not far in front of them, blocking their way.
The rescue team originally thought that it was those wooden puppets again. In grief and anger, they gritted their teeth and tried to charge forward, using their bodies as shields to create a way out for others.
However, they did not expect that when the strong flashlight flashed, their nerves were tense and they actually had the illusion that those figures were familiar.
Are these wood carvings so powerful that they can create illusions?
The rescue team members were shocked.
But before they could make any move, they suddenly heard the official in charge exclaim, "Mr. Yan!"
Yan...Yan Shixun!
Is he here?
The rescue team members were stunned, and then looked forward with a glimmer of hope.
But the black coat on Yan Shixun made his already straight shoulders look even more solid and powerful, as if he could bear the weight of the world.
In his arms, there was a body lying horizontally.
His eyebrows were sharp and cold, and his power was amazing.
However, the rescue team members were not frightened. Instead, after seeing the figure in front of them clearly, they suddenly felt a sense of security in their hearts.
"Is it really Mr. Yan? Is it not our illusion?"
"Oh my God, it's Mr. Yan!"
"But didn't Mr. Yan and the others disappear in the Shadow Puppet Museum? How come they are here?"
Yan Shixun heard the voices from the other side and confirmed that they were the rescue team members who came to look for the program crew.
At the same time, he also noticed the wooden puppet chasing after the rescue team members.
As expected, those villagers never repented even when they died.
When they were trapped in the ghost play by Zheng Shumu and his sister, they desperately wanted to be reborn and leave. Now that they have the opportunity to escape from the ghost play, they are not satisfied with it and want flesh and blood and power.
Yan Shixun snorted coldly, took a step forward, and the clear syllables of the talisman came out from his lips.
"From heaven to earth, cut off the source of evil——!"
An invisible aura suddenly spread out from his body in all directions, raising dust in all directions.
Before the wooden puppets could feel fear and retreat, the black mist turned into ferocious beasts, roaring and rushing towards them head-on, knocking them to the ground with a series of dull thuds.
The ferocious black beast opened its bloody mouth, and its sharp fangs tore the wooden puppets into pieces in a few strokes. Before they could even scream, they were swallowed into its stomach.
The only sounds left were the sounds of broken wood and bones colliding with each other, which seemed particularly terrifying in the dead silence of the deserted village.
The wooden puppet, which was a long way behind and had not yet come over, saw this and was so frightened that its soul began to tremble.
The fear of the underworld finally overwhelmed greed, and the souls, which were confused by the greed aroused by the flesh and blood of the living, finally remembered the horror of ghosts and gods.
They immediately turned around and tried to flee.
In an instant, the positions of prey and hunter were reversed.
Yan Shixun raised his eyes, looked past the figures of the rescue team, and looked solemnly at the wooden puppet that was running away quickly.
Before he could catch up, he heard a few faint laughs coming from the side.
Yan Shixun glanced sideways, and saw that Zhang Wubing had his eyes slightly lowered, and his handsome face showed the unrestrained expression after being suppressed for a long time.
Zhang Wubing slowly moved the folding fan that was against his lips away, and tapped his arm casually with the fan on its flap.
Suddenly, the ferocious beast that was originally just embroidered on Zhang Wubing's gown came to life and rushed into the darkness with a roar.
Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, as if something was running past them, and the strong wind it created messed up their hair.
When they recovered and looked again, they saw that the wooden puppets in the distance were all screaming and shattered into pieces mixed with rotten flesh and bones, falling to the ground.
Everyone, including the rescue team, was stunned, and no one spoke for a moment.
All you could hear was someone swallowing in fear and horror, a sound that stood out in the silence.
Many of the rescue team members who were already familiar with the stranger Zhang Wubing were unable to recover for a long time.
After a long time, he finally turned his head tremblingly and looked at Zhang Wubing with a complicated and horrified expression.
Is this still the unlucky little director they know?
wrong!
Is this really something a human can do? Could it be that Mr. Yan split it?
Amidst various gazes with different expressions, Zhang Wubing slowly tapped the folding fan in his hand, then raised his long eyelashes with a smile and slowly looked at Yan Shixun beside him.
"No matter how much I have lost my status as a ghost, I was once the master of all ghosts, standing above billions of ghosts. Isn't this a matter of course?"
Zhang Wubing chuckled, his voice was clear and magnetic, but it frightened all those who didn't know the truth: "The King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock... Of course, you will die immediately."
Yan Shixun glanced at the stunned rescue team members, frowned at Zhang Wubing and said, "You scared them."
Zhang Wubing shrugged.
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