The middle-aged monk frowned, a sudden unease rising in his heart. Just as he stepped out from under the waterfall and was about to perform some divination, a sharp pain shot through his chest, causing him to vomit a large pool of dark red blood.
Dark red blood sprayed onto the clear river surface, instantly turning the water murky. Moments later, grass carp floated to the surface, belly up.
The middle-aged monk clutched his chest, both shocked and furious: "Someone actually broke my spell!"
His face darkened, and he immediately turned back to the shore, where he rummaged through the clothes scattered along the riverbank and found a necklace made of more than a dozen baby skulls.
On that, the two skulls closest to the center have cracked.
"Damn it! The Kumanthong I painstakingly crafted has been destroyed! Who?! Who on earth is it?" The middle-aged monk's eyes glared, seemingly spitting fire, filled with heartache and rage.
In his entire life, he had only created ten Kuman Thong that could be considered powerful! And this time, two of them were destroyed!
Anger consumed the middle-aged monk's reason. He set up an altar on the spot, spread out his robe, laid the side with the mandala pattern on the ground, and then took out white ash and grains from the cloth bag he carried with him. He placed them in a small incense burner and devoutly lit three sticks of incense.
Immediately, he took out a small earthenware jar that emitted a strange stench, was engraved with eerie runes, and exuded a faint stench and yin energy. He forcefully tore off the two cracked skulls and carefully placed them into the jar.
After doing all this, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and muttered incantations. The strange totems on his body writhed eerily with the incantations he uttered.
The sky suddenly darkened, and a wisp of black smoke slowly drifted out from the small pottery jar.
"Ignorance is the seed of delusion, anger is a raging fire, greed is a maggot that gnaws at the bones, inner demons are born in different directions, sinking into depravity according to my will, Avici Hell is your gate, Om Mani Padme Hum! Go!"
The middle-aged monk suddenly opened his eyes, bit his fingertip, and sprinkled three drops of blood into the pottery jar.
With a hissing sound, the smoke that had been slowly drifting out suddenly sped up and disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The middle-aged monk was pale, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and a strange, eerie laugh escaped his throat: "Whoever destroyed my Kumanthong will pay the price!"
At that time, in the Jiang family's room, Nan Yuanman.
When the little girl shouted those words, a strong sense of crisis made Nan Yuanman quickly take out the coffin-binding rope and instinctively pull it towards the two small black pottery jars she had obtained from the Meng family.
The black earthenware jar shattered with a crack, and the ashes inside spilled out instantly, revealing a small corpse hidden within the ashes, enveloped in black and yellow talismans.
Nan Yuanman's little face tightened, and her chubby little hands waved the ropes binding the coffin.
The first small corpse to fall out was instantly snapped in half at the waist, and the talisman encasing her body spontaneously combusted without fire.
The little girl was severely injured; her soul trembled violently. She let out a miserable howl and lay motionless beside Zhuangzhuang.
Zhuangzhuang's eyes widened in horror: "Xiaochun!"
The next moment, a plume of black smoke suddenly rose from the corpse that had been cleaved in half.
The moment the smoke appeared, Zhuangzhuang screamed, "Uncle Tian! She hurt Xiaochun! Kill her for me! Kill her!"
Nan Yuanman gripped the coffin rope, her fair face serious, her small body taut, her eyes warily fixed on the smoke that was gradually coalescing into a black figure.
She could sense that the wisp of smoke gradually coalescing into a human shape was an extremely powerful vengeful ghost.
His soul exuded an extremely strong stench, and the sins he had committed were immense. He was not only an evil person in life, but also an evil ghost after death, and his strength was a hundred times greater than Zhou Ying, who had just fallen into a vengeful ghost.
Nan Yuanman immediately realized that she couldn't defeat the vengeful ghost in front of her.
what to do?
Should we run?
But if she runs away, the entire Jiang family will be devoured by vengeful ghosts.
Call for backup?
She didn't have Zhang Shimian's contact information either!
What should we do, Grandpa!
After the vengeful spirit condensed into human form, it ignored Zhuangzhuang, who was shouting wildly, and instead stared greedily at Nan Yuanman, its voice old and hoarse: "Innate Yin Body... Ha... The crazy old man has finally done a good thing."
"As long as I devour you, my cultivation level will rise to another level."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced directly towards Nan Yuanman. The scarlet demon's eyes were full of excitement, and his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to swallow Nan Yuanman whole in one gulp.
Nan Yuanman's pupils constricted sharply as he screamed in terror at the menacing maw. His short legs moved like wheels of fire as he leaped and bounded around the room, yelling, "Ahhhhh! Don't come any closer!!"
While fleeing, she didn't forget to whip the coffin rope in her hand.
Her free hands weren't idle either; she diligently rummaged through her cloth bag for talismans, pulling out a Heavenly Thunder Talisman and tossing it behind her. Her little mouth babbled, "Heaven is round, earth is square, laws are in nine chapters, I command you to write, and all ghosts will be subdued! Go!"
As soon as the vengeful ghost looked up, a Heavenly Thunder Talisman slammed towards his face.
With a crackling sound, the Heavenly Thunder Talisman that had landed on its soul suddenly exploded, and the powerful shockwave instantly shattered everything in the room, shattering it all over the floor. Glass shards flew everywhere, cutting Nan Yuanman's forehead and arm.
Nan Yuanman rolled on the spot and hid behind the sofa to avoid the impact of the explosion.
She furtively peeked her head out from behind the sofa, looking terrifiedly at the epicenter of the explosion: "Dead...ahhhhhh!!"
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a strong yin energy approaching from behind. Like a cat with its fur standing on end, she reacted quickly by sticking her small hand out behind her.
A large, pale blue hand grabbed her wrist. A vengeful ghost, its face half-blown away by lightning, grinned menacingly at her: "I didn't expect you to have a Heavenly Lightning Talisman. If your cultivation were a little higher than mine, I might have been caught off guard. What a pity..."
He slowly opened his mouth wide and bit down on Nan Yuanman's head: "You have no chance."
Nanmanyuan: "!!!"
Too close! She can't get away!!
"Grandpa! Help me—!" Nan Yuanman closed his eyes in fright and shouted instinctively.
At the critical moment, a short, stout figure suddenly appeared in front of her and punched the gaping mouth of the vengeful ghost.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" Old Master Nan roared and pounced on the vengeful ghost to fight it.
His rage was boundless; he showed no mercy to the vengeful spirit, tearing at its soul with his sharp nails and stuffing the pieces into his own mouth.
The vengeful ghost was dumbfounded. How the hell could there be a purple zombie here?!
This thing is not affected by yin energy or resentment, and it is outside the six realms of existence, making it a natural nemesis to them!
Damn it! Aren't purple zombies supposed to hide deep in the mountains and forests? Aren't they the same kind? Why is this purple zombie protecting this girl like a madman?!
Feeling his soul being torn apart, the vengeful ghost was extremely shocked and enraged, and quickly retaliated against Old Master Nan.
The old man had a hole punched in his chest and a broken hand, but he was still fiercely fighting, completely ignoring his wounds and relentlessly devouring him.
Nan Yuanman, who had narrowly escaped death, beamed with joy: "Grandpa! I'll help you!"
She gripped the coffin rope tightly, her small body leaping up swiftly to help Grandpa Nan whip the vengeful ghost.
Seeing that things were not going well, the vengeful ghost turned around and tried to escape.
"Once you're here, don't leave!" Nan Yuanman took out several Ghost-Locking Talismans and threw them at him. As the Ghost-Locking Talismans bound the ghost's soul, Old Master Nan immediately pounced on him and devoured him in large mouthfuls.
"No...no!!!" The vengeful ghost's eyes widened in terror, and it screamed and howled. In the blink of an eye, its soul was completely devoured by Old Master Nan.
Grandpa Nan wiped his mouth, his round belly bulging as he let out a satisfied burp: "Burp~"
Nanmanyuan, who witnessed everything: "!!!"
"Grandpa!! How could you eat him?! How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?" Nan Yuanman was so anxious that she paced around in circles, grabbing his hand and looking him up and down.
Old Master Nan raised his voice, and just as he was about to comfort Nan Yuanman, a hideous ghost face suddenly bulged out from his round belly.
Nanmanyuan: "!!!"
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