Even if the people of Lingshan didn't understand at this point, they could see that they had done something foolish: they had released the Ghost King.
To make matters worse, the inheritance of the Lord of Mount Tai was also seized by that Ghost King.
Fan Yin Jialan trembled and suddenly said, "Senior brother! Run!"
This ghost king's spiritual power is astonishingly strong. He is not a sinister ghost in the traditional sense; his abilities are definitely of the spiritual lineage!
None of us from Lingshan have any expertise in the realm of the divine soul; once targeted, we are utterly powerless to retaliate!
The indestructible Vajra King is still struggling with this.
At this time, the inheritance is not in the hands of the Heavenly Palace. In the midst of the chaos, the chance of seizing the inheritance of the Lord of Mount Tai is greater than leaving. Should we take a gamble?
But before he could finish agonizing over it, the Ghost King Mingxin burst into laughter, and the Yin energy around him scattered, but it wasn't directed at the people present.
Yang Cheng and the others' defenses were useless. The surrounding scenery began to distort and change, and their bodies began to become illusory. In an instant, everyone was pulled into the illusion!
The reason why the Ghost King Mingxin is named Mingxin is because his specialty is mental illusion, rather than abilities that can harm the physical body in the conventional sense.
The old monk of Pudu Temple was not unaware that a ghost king had been born in the Yin veins, but he believed that building a temple would be enough to suppress the Yin veins and that the ghost king would not be able to cause any trouble.
Unexpectedly, the Ghost King Mingxin's specialty was mental illusion, and suppressing the Yin Meridians could not completely suppress him.
This also led to the young monk Jingkong having his body possessed by the Ghost King Mingxin, becoming the Ghost King's substitute in the present world.
Yang Cheng opened his eyes and stood somewhat blankly in the center of the hotel, holding a triangular military dagger in his hand.
What was I supposed to do again? Was it to get revenge?
Yang Cheng's eyes gradually filled with murderous intent. He stepped into the private room and plunged the triangular dagger in his hand into the chests of one Lin family enemy after another.
Each splatter of blood made his eyes turn bloodshot, and his murderous aura intensified.
Gradually, there was no one left alive in the entire private room. Yang Cheng's eyes had turned bloodshot, and his entire body was completely enveloped in killing intent.
It seemed that only one word remained in his mind: Kill!
Suddenly a scream came from outside.
The food delivery waiter collapsed to the ground, screaming wildly as he watched the scene of blood flowing like a river in the private room, still holding his phone, trying to call the police.
Yang Cheng's eyes and heart were filled with murderous intent, and he subconsciously wanted to kill the other party to silence him completely.
However, Yang Chengcai stopped abruptly after taking just one step, a look of confusion in his eyes.
Was I here for revenge?
No, I want to seek justice!
Debts must be repaid, and murderers must pay with their lives—that's the justice he seeks!
Now that I have obtained justice, why do I still have such a burning desire to kill?
What he seeks is justice, not a serial killer!
The triangular bayonet fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Yang Cheng seemed to hear a soft "hmm," and the next moment, the world spun around and the scene changed again.
He was wearing a yellow food delivery uniform, riding a small electric scooter, and had a little yellow duck spinning in the wind on his helmet.
His father's business failed, and he failed his college entrance exam, so he had no choice but to come to the big city to make a living on his own.
Just then, his electric scooter was bumped, and Yang Cheng fell to the ground.
A burly man with a shaved head and tattoos of a dragon in the front and a tiger in the back stepped out of the BMW behind.
"Damn it, can't you even ride a bike? What are you doing, swerving around on that beat-up electric scooter? If you crash into my car, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you delivered takeout for a year!"
Yang Cheng angrily said, "You hit me first!"
"Damn it, you dare talk back? Kneel down and admit your mistake!"
The burly man pulled a machete from the car and slapped him across the face in a humiliating manner, as if expecting to see a fearful and terrified look on his face.
As if something had ignited in Yang Cheng's heart, he suddenly snatched the knife and plunged it into the strong man's body. He twisted the blade twice, severing the man's internal organs and intestines!
A crimson killing intent gradually eroded Yang Cheng's vision. He looked at the crowd of onlookers around him. Some were calling the police, some were shouting that someone had been murdered, and they all looked at him with terror.
Why did no one call the police when I was being bullied? Why did no one help me?
Why do they look at me like I'm the murderer when I'm clearly the victim?
A murderous intent gradually rose within him, but Yang Cheng once again threw down the knife in his hand, and the scarlet murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded.
Why have I become so extreme?
If someone kills me, I'll kill them; I don't care what others think.
The soft exclamation grew stronger, and the scene before Yang Cheng's eyes changed once again.
The music for morning exercises started playing in the school, and the sunlight streamed warmly into the classroom; everything seemed so beautiful.
That was the most profound fragment buried in his memory, and apart from Da Gang and Ming Ze, who grew up with Yang Cheng, no one knew about it.
The oppression and humiliation they suffered in school is unimaginable to students today who are under strict teacher supervision and constant surveillance.
Yang Cheng initially chose to fight violence with violence, and now those memories are replaying themselves in the illusion again and again.
This time, however, Yang Cheng showed no killing intent in his eyes. He simply looked directly at the sky and calmly asked, "Have you had enough fun?"
In the clear sky, a transparent, convex human face appeared, asking in confusion, "Why weren't you completely blinded by murderous intent?"
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