The City God of Jinhua sighed, his self-reproach and guilt evident in his expression. Then he waved his hand and instructed one of his yakshas...
“Go tell them that tonight, they should repay kindness with kindness and settle scores with scores. I will not see anything.”
"yes."
Upon hearing this, Yaksha was not surprised. He spread his wings and flew into the night sky, soaring across the sky like a night owl. He landed on the mountain village and immediately locked onto the village's leader.
"Little one, do these vengeful spirits listen to you?"
The blue-faced, fanged yaksha scrutinized Feng Bingwen, who exuded a bloodthirsty aura. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I've served in the underworld for hundreds of years and have never seen such a strange child before. Today I've certainly broadened my horizons."
What do you want to do?
Feng Bingwen looked at the Yaksha demon in front of him with a wary expression, but he wasn't very afraid. Although the demon looked fierce, the sandalwood scent emanating from it told Feng Bingwen that there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Don't be nervous. Just continue doing what you were doing. Just pretend we don't exist."
"What?"
Feng Bingwen was a little caught off guard; his mind couldn't quite keep up with the situation.
The City God, who was not expected to arrive, was indeed summoned by the Earth God. But strangely, the City God stopped a long way off and refused to move forward. Instead, he sent a Yaksha demon to tell him to continue. This was too strange no matter how you looked at it.
“My husband said that no matter what you do tonight, he will pretend he didn’t see it.”
Who are your parents?
The wind carries civilization, knowing the old question.
"What's wrong with you, kid? Are your eyes useless? My family member just came by, didn't you see? Are you blind?"
The demon was somewhat surprised, his tone sharp and sarcastic.
"The City God of Jinhua?"
Feng Bingwen could hardly believe it.
"It is indeed my master!"
"But why?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't understand.
It's simply unbelievable that the City God, who is supposed to protect the people and safeguard their homes, would tolerate a group of vengeful spirits slaughtering a village right in front of him.
"My master was a Confucian scholar of the Gongyang School!"
The Yaksha Demon answered with a laugh, revealing a large mouth full of visually striking fangs.
"Gongyang Confucianism!"
Feng Bingwen was taken aback, then understood, and then he became somewhat worried.
"Won't your parents be punished for this?"
"You don't need to worry about that, kid. Do what you want to do!"
The demon let out a chuckle, spread its wings, and flew into the sky, disappearing from sight.
After the Yaksha demon left, the vengeful spirits and evil ghosts that had been hiding in various parts of the mountain village immediately floated out and gathered around Feng Bingwen.
"Young Master Feng, what did that Yaksha lord just say to you?"
The vengeful ghosts changed their way of addressing Feng Bingwen. Previously, they called him "Little Gentleman" with a hint of teasing, but now they addressed him as "Young Master" with proper respect.
"He didn't say anything, he just told us to do what we were supposed to do and not to worry about anything, since the City God couldn't see us!"
Feng Bingwen smiled brightly.
"real?"
Hearing such a thing suddenly, no one could believe it. Let alone these wronged souls and vengeful ghosts who had just personally experienced the power of the City God.
Their feelings were completely different from Feng Bingwen's; he felt like he had turned into solid ice in winter, standing under the scorching sun, and was about to melt at any moment.
Why would I lie to you?
"this……"
"What are you waiting for? Let's get going and continue!"
Feng Bingwen brandished his wood-chopping knife and called out.
"Zhang Huai'an, do you know what you're doing? It's one thing for you to act recklessly and let vengeful ghosts harm people, but you're actually instructing ghosts to kill people. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Down in the mountain village, the ancestor of Qijiagang, whose soul was bound by the Soul-Hooking Chains and whose body was in excruciating pain, roared angrily at the City God, who had his back to the village. At worst, he would never be able to reincarnate, but at this moment, he was fearless.
"You wretched creature, if heavenly lightning were to strike you down, you would be the first one to be struck!"
The White Impermanence closest to the ancestors of Qijiagang heard the old man, stripped of his divine status, roaring, raised his mourning stick, and began to strike him repeatedly.
With just a few blows, the old ghost's soul was nearly destroyed, almost annihilated. This Soul-Gathering Impermanence had just used deadly force.
It wasn't just a personal grudge, but also a public one. This old man concealed the evil deeds of his descendants. If it were just a minor matter, only the spirits on patrol duty would be held accountable.
However, this old ghost's descendant actually forced out hundreds of wronged and vengeful spirits, which is an heinous crime. Not to mention the ghosts and gods in charge of patrolling, even the impermanent ghost in charge of collecting souls would probably be implicated.
"Don't destroy his soul. Keep him alive so he can witness his descendants being devoured by the evil they themselves created!"
Upon seeing this, Judge Wen quickly waved his vermilion brush and sprinkled several streams of pure Yin energy to solidify the old ghost's soul.
"You...you are unworthy to be called gods and spirits!"
The ancestors of Qijiagang, whose souls were nourished, were not happy about it; instead, they trembled with anger.
"You're right, I am unworthy to be the City God! Once this matter is settled, I will resign. But don't worry, before I resign, I will definitely throw you into the bitter prison. As long as the Jinhua Underworld doesn't collapse, you will never be released, and you will never be reincarnated!"
The City God, with his back to the mountain village, looked at the mad old ghost with a gentle tone, like a humble gentleman.
"Zhang Huai'an, I curse you..."
"Certainly!"
The City God, whose divine body was solid and lifelike, pointed his hand, and the clamoring old ghost was immediately rendered speechless.
“Take him forward and let him see the fate of his descendants.”
The City God gave the order in a calm tone.
"After he finishes reading it, I will ask him some questions."
"yes!"
The City God gave the order, and two ghost messengers stepped forward, grabbed the immobile old ghost, and dragged him to the sky above Qijiagang.
At this moment, Qijiagang was a haunted place, with ghosts roaming about at night. The vengeful spirits roared and howled excitedly, without any restraint. As early as when the eldest brother Qi died, they no longer needed Feng Bingwen's help. They could break through windows and take lives on their own.
"Hahaha!"
The old ghost, suspended high in the air, stared wide-eyed as he watched a child of no more than seven years old laugh wildly, swinging his machete and cutting down one young man after another in the village who was possessed by hungry ghosts, their limbs weak and unable to move or resist.
For the old ghost, this was a punishment even more unbearable than the one that would have made him lose his soul. Witnessing the extinction of his descendants' bloodline made his previous attempts to fumble with the patrolling ghost messengers seem like a joke.
For the first time, the old ghost, who had never thought he had done anything wrong, felt regret. He regretted not warning the young man, whom the other juniors called Boss Qi, immediately when he received the evil magic.
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