After several more "thump thump thump" sounds, the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly took out his magic weapon and attacked Xu Nian.
It was a rosary made of infant skulls. When the middle-aged Taoist priest brought it out, the temperature in the entire reception room dropped by more than ten degrees.
The chilling air spread, causing frost to form on the ground and nearby objects. Xu Nian's hair, eyebrows, and Taoist robe were frozen solid in an instant.
As she froze, the peach wood sword in her hand failed to be swung in time, and the vengeful child fell to the ground from the air.
It first glanced at Xu Nian with fear, but when it saw that a middle-aged Taoist priest was backing it up, its fear faded and was replaced by an even more chilling killing intent.
"I want to eat your flesh."
"I want to eat your flesh."
The childish voice, tinged with an eerie quality, echoed in Xu Nian's ears.
This sound can disturb a person's mind; if a timid person hears it, they will be so frightened that their soul will leave their body.
Xu Nian frowned uncomfortably. After the exchange just now, she knew that this vengeful child was not yet a threat. She then turned her attention to the prayer beads that the middle-aged Taoist priest had just taken out.
These are not ordinary prayer beads; each bead on them represents the head of an unborn child.
A string of prayer beads has eighteen beads, which means that the middle-aged Taoist priest killed eighteen unborn children for this string of prayer beads.
Perhaps it's not just eighteen children, but also eighteen mothers.
"You deserve to die." A flame burned in Xu Nian's indifferent eyes; eliminating evil had become her only belief.
Today she must kill this middle-aged Taoist priest.
She wanted to avenge the original owner of this body, the eighteen infants, and those who died unjustly.
"Little girl, anyone can talk big. If you're so capable, let's see what you've got." The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled sinisterly, his sunken, withered eyes gleaming with a cold, greedy light.
"Hmph!" Xu Nian sneered, made a hand seal, and the peach wood sword in her hand flew out.
"Imperial decree, sword control technique, slash!" Xu Nian shouted, golden light swirling around her body, and the peach wood sword she controlled also emitted a golden glow.
The fragile peach wood sword underwent a qualitative change at this moment, acquiring the texture and hardness of metal.
As Xu Nian rapidly changed his hand seals, the peach wood sword split in two, then from two to four, from four to eight, and from eight to sixteen.
Following this pattern, in just a few breaths, Xu Nian was surrounded by a dense array of peach wood swords.
With a sharp glint in her eyes, the peach wood sword coalesced into a torrent, spinning rapidly as it slashed toward the middle-aged Taoist priest.
Upon seeing Xu Nian's move, the middle-aged Taoist's pupils suddenly contracted. He immediately recalled his prayer beads and held them in front of him, saying, "Locking the infant, protect me."
With a "hum," the prayer beads emitted a baby's shrill scream, and then a semi-circular jet of black resentment appeared in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest.
This resentment seemed weak, but when Xu Nian's peach wood sword struck, the two collided, producing a crisp "clanging" sound.
Seeing that a direct confrontation wouldn't work, Xu Nian changed her hand seals and summoned her peach wood sword back.
Just as the peach wood sword had traveled halfway, it changed direction, suddenly accelerated, and attacked the resentful child.
The vengeful child, which had originally intended to take the opportunity to ambush Xu Nian, turned and ran. It ran on all fours toward the middle-aged Taoist priest, emitting cries for help.
The opportunity was rare, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was too far away to reach her; Xu Nian was not about to let this chance slip by. With lightning speed, the peach wood sword lashed out at the vengeful child.
"How dare you!" the middle-aged Taoist priest roared.
But his shouts did not stop Xu Nian; on the contrary, Xu Nian moved even faster.
A torrent of peach wood swords swept towards the vengeful child, tearing it to ashes amidst its shrill screams.
"Little girl, state your name, and I will not kill nameless people." The middle-aged Taoist priest grabbed the prayer beads in front of him, straightened his Taoist robe, and looked at Xu Nian.
His tone was calm, provided his expression wasn't so ferocious.
The middle-aged Taoist priest's originally sunken eyes bulged slightly, and the veins on his face throbbed. His fierce appearance was even more terrifying than a ghost.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was filled with hatred!
He had painstakingly trained the vengeful spirit for several years, but before he could even take it out to show its power, it was defeated by a junior. How could he not be furious!
"Eliminate evil completely, now it's your turn," Xu Nian said calmly, stroking the peach wood sword in front of him.
She stood there seemingly casually, but in fact she was subtly applying pressure to prevent the middle-aged Taoist from resorting to any desperate measures or hidden tricks to deal with her.
"Arrogant brat, I underestimated you before. Activate the formation." The middle-aged Taoist priest confidently tossed out six small yellow flags from his hand, which were then neatly arranged in the reception room.
Then, no matter how the middle-aged Taoist chanted incantations or changed the hand gestures, the formation he had set up showed no signs of activating.
"Was this your doing?" The middle-aged Taoist looked at Xu Nian with certainty, meeting her ambiguous smile. He recalled that she had been pacing back and forth in the living room while the puppet was speaking.
The middle-aged Taoist priest instantly realized that the little girl had already seen through his formation, and that she might have come specifically for him.
They came to kill him, so there's nothing more to say.
Today, it's either you or me who dies.
The middle-aged Taoist priest unleashed his most powerful skill: he waved the magic flag on his back, and all the dead members of the Wang family came back to life.
Corpses rose from the ground and rushed from every corner of the Wang family mansion.
In no time, the living room was surrounded by people.
Judging by sight, there were over a hundred puppet corpses controlled by the middle-aged Taoist priest.
Including the wealthy Wang in the reception room and a host of servants and maids, there were so many corpses that Xu Nian could be crushed to death.
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