"Father, Mother, why is there thunder all of a sudden? It's so scary! Huh? Where did that female benefactor go? Killing a ghost? Who killed a ghost?" Hui Shuo was still confused.
"Hui Shuo! Knock on the wooden fish and chant sutras!" Wang Yao shouted. He felt overwhelmed by boundless anger and could no longer think.
He had originally entered the underworld and met the Containment and Underworld Division. Although he found the actions of the underworld incomprehensible, he still had some goodwill towards it. However, when he saw human corpses being openly sold in the underworld like slaughtered livestock, he finally could not suppress his anger.
Ghosts are indeed ghosts, making harming people a daily occurrence. Although Wang Yao is an immortal, he still considers himself a human being at heart. When he sees such cruel things happening in front of him, he can no longer control his emotions.
As he moved forward, thunder rumbled and lightning bolts danced. The shopping ghosts and sales guide ghosts nearby instantly vanished upon contact. Wang Yao was still not satisfied and wished he could tear down the entire building.
Upon hearing Wang Yao's order, Hui Shuo didn't understand why Wang Yao had lost his temper, but he knew he had to obey his parents. He immediately took out the wooden fish and began to chant scriptures, with golden light spreading outwards.
The ghosts enveloped in golden light were all frozen in place, unable to move, and could only scream for help or beg for mercy. But in the blink of an eye, they were annihilated into wisps of green smoke by Wang Yao's Soul-Chasing Lightning.
The two were like two killing gods who suddenly appeared in the mall. In a moment, there was no ghost around them anymore. Then Wang Yao took the lead and charged towards the front of the mall. With hundreds of millions of spiritual power in his body, the combination of "Summoning Lightning" and "Electric Snake" only required 1,600 spiritual power per use, which was enough for him to kill to his heart's content.
The mall was already under a blaring alarm, with shopaholics and sales assistants scrambling about, knocking over shelves and scattering colorful merchandise all over the floor.
Before Wang Yao and his companion even reached the mall exit, all the ghosts in the shopping center had either been killed or escaped, leaving the mall clean, deserted, and quiet except for the mournful wail of the police sirens.
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