The black mist fled in all directions, unaware that there were cultivators around Wang Xiaona. It was just a small soul separated from the black mist, using it to control Zeng Mingliang, the puppet, to absorb Wang Xiaona's essence. Zhou Yuanyuan used the exorcism technique to directly expel it from Zeng Mingliang's body.
Wang Xiaona saw it clearly. After the black mist emerged from Zeng Mingliang's head, Zeng Mingliang's body collapsed and fell onto the bed. Wang Xiaona hurriedly reached out to support Zeng Mingliang's body, half dragging, half holding him to a corner. Wang Xiaona knew that the battle had officially begun, and she and Mingliang could not hold back.
The black fog rushed left and right, trying to escape Zeng Mingliang's home and return to its main body. Zhou Yuanyuan's aura made it instinctively afraid.
Zhou Yuanyuan pursed her lips and cast a fire spell, burning the black fog completely.
At the same time, in the small western-style building about ten miles away, the little figure who was sitting on the bed absorbing the moonlight suddenly opened his mouth, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and fell into a coma.
"Master, that's amazing!" Xiaoyu exclaimed in admiration. Zhou Yuanyuan's technique was very skillful, which amazed Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu thought that it would have a chance to take action today, but she didn't expect that although Zhou Yuanyuan was nervous, her hands' movements were as smooth as flowing water without any delay. Before Xiaoyu could say "wait", the black fog had been burned away by Zhou Yuanyuan's fire.
Seeing the situation was hopeless, Xiaoyu had to discuss a practical analysis with Zhou Yuanyuan. The black mist enveloping Zeng Mingliang was only a wisp, likely a fragment of the evil cultivator's own soul, which had been detached from Zeng Mingliang's body to control him. To deal with this fragment of soul, Zhou Yuanyuan's best strategy was to deliberately let it escape, then follow it to the original body and destroy it simultaneously.
Fights between monks were brutal, either staying silent or fighting to the death. Sometimes, being kind could bring about fatal consequences.
"Huh?" Zhou Yuanyuan patted her head, looking a little annoyed. If Xiaoyu hadn't reminded her, she really wouldn't have thought so much. The Soul Forging Technique included the art of splitting the soul, and Zhou Yuanyuan's Soul Thorn was one of them. However, she hadn't expected that Zeng Mingliang's soul was also split. No wonder he was so weak and had no tricks to resist.
"Master, you are already very good. It's your first time! Mistakes are inevitable. Hehehe..." Xiaoyu was afraid of discouraging Zhou Yuanyuan's enthusiasm, so she quickly flattered him.
Zhou Yuanyuan's actions today had already offended the master of that wisp of soul, but it didn't matter. With Xiaoyu around, ordinary cultivators really didn't take her seriously. Even if that evil cultivator recovered and came looking for trouble, Xiaoyu was confident that she could handle it.
Besides, with this hidden danger, the master might work even harder in cultivation. Xiaoyu secretly laughed.
For Xiaoyu, nothing could make her happier than Zhou Yuanyuan's diligent cultivation. Unfortunately, Zhou Yuanyuan was used to sleeping at night and always refused to meditate instead of sleeping like other cultivators, which made Xiaoyu regretful for a long time.
After the black fog was dispelled, Zeng Mingliang remained unconscious, showing no signs of waking up. Zhou Yuanyuan had no idea what to do about Zeng Mingliang's condition.
Zeng Mingliang has been possessed by the black fog several times, which will definitely affect his vitality. When he wakes up depends entirely on Zeng Mingliang himself.
After thanking Zhou Yuanyuan, Wang Xiaona sat there, silently staring at Zeng Mingliang. When Wang Xiaona realized that the "Zeng Mingliang" who had hurt her wasn't her husband, she felt a mixture of sweetness and bitterness. Wang Xiaona knew that no amount of thanks could repay the kindness of Zhao Qingshan and his grandson. Some gratitude shouldn't be expressed out loud, but rather kept in mind, to be repaid when she was able.
Wen Ziqing felt a little ashamed that he hadn't been able to help with tonight's incident. A black mist that could speak? And that could control Zeng Mingliang's body like a ghost. All of this was both novel and daunting to Wen Ziqing. He knew that with his fighting skills, he could easily defeat a few strong men, but when faced with a "supernatural" incident like the black mist, he was completely helpless.
After the matter was resolved, Zhou Yuanyuan did not stay any longer and left taking Wen Ziqing's hand.
After going downstairs, Wen Ziqing didn't say anything. He pursed his lips, squatted down, and carried Zhou Yuanyuan on his back. He knew Zhou Yuanyuan was tired. He was not good at catching ghosts, but he could do his best to take good care of the little girl.
The familiar back made Zhou Yuanyuan's tense nerves relax instantly. Zhou Yuanyuan leaned her cheek against Wen Ziqing's warm back, yawned, and prepared to have a good sleep. Over the past six months, Zhou Yuanyuan had become accustomed to Wen Ziqing's presence, accustomed to seeing the figure who had been silently accompanying her when she turned around.
Listening to the little girl's even breathing on his back, Wen Ziqing's mouth kept curling up. If possible, he really wanted to carry the little girl on his back for the rest of his life.
After returning home, Zhao Qingshan was still awake.
Seeing Zhou Yuanyuan sleeping soundly on Wen Ziqing's back, Zhao Qingshan's face broke into a smile.
After sending Zhou Yuanyuan to bed, Wen Ziqing sat down and told Zhao Qingshan everything that had happened tonight in detail. Wen Ziqing knew Zhao Qingshan was worried. If he didn't tell him, Zhao Qingshan might not be able to sleep tonight.
To Wen Ziqing's surprise, Zhao Qingshan didn't take the story of the black fog being possessed too seriously. Gods, ghosts, and demons had always existed in Chinese legends for thousands of years. Zhao Qingshan wasn't a pedantic person; Wen Ziqing had seen it with his own eyes, so he definitely believed it.
A slightly supernatural incident ended like this.
The next day at work, Zhao Qingshan saw Liu Yicheng's malicious smile, and the anger he had felt the previous night had faded. However, this did not mean that Zhao Qingshan had forgotten Liu Yicheng's little trick. Zhao Qingshan was waiting for the day when Liu Yicheng would commit suicide.
General Zhou slept soundly. When he woke up the next day, he found that his body felt more relaxed than ever before. The illnesses that had been with him for decades seemed to have disappeared overnight.
Looking at the black hair and the face with fewer wrinkles in the mirror, General Zhou was stunned.
Was he dreaming? Was he dreaming about going back thirty years?
Only after seeing Zhou Xi's appearance unchanged and the surrounding environment unchanged did General Zhou calm down.
It turns out that everything that happened yesterday wasn't a dream. While he was half asleep, someone had cured his chronic illness. It felt so good to be healthy! He was full of energy and walked with a brisk pace.
General Zhou didn't care about being happy, and called Zhou Xi in a loud voice to prepare the car, because he was going to inspect the guard regiment today.
Zhou Xi certainly knew that the inspection guard corps was just a way for General Zhou to save face. What General Zhou was thinking about was probably going to visit his eldest grandson Zhou Zhixin.
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