"Hahaha, trash!"
Shen Bai looked at the desiccated corpse's head, which he had knocked askew, and burst out laughing.
"Creak..."
With a sound of bones shifting, Shen Bai saw the head of the mummified corpse, which had been knocked askew, straighten back into place.
Looking at the emaciated corpse covered only by a layer of black skin, Shen Bai frowned.
"So ugly."
It was uglier than any ghost or monster he had ever seen, and Shen Bai found it utterly repulsive.
I subconsciously didn't want to get the little peach wood sword dirty.
"Ignorant brat, prepare to die!"
A black-clad corpse dressed in ancient costume attacked Shen Bai. The formation here could not hold him back, so Shen Bai quickly retreated.
He took out the peach wood sword, and at the same time, Shen Bai took out a talisman from his pocket.
He tossed the talisman into the air, swung the peach wood sword, and in an instant, the talisman, accompanied by golden light, shot towards Chen Huai.
Chen Huai sneered:
"Such trivial skills..."
"ah!!"
Before he could finish speaking, the talisman instantly burst into flames, and the blazing Samadhi Fire set his arm ablaze.
Looking at the overlapping evil creatures around him and the ugly things in front of him, Shen Bai couldn't help but think of his former weak self.
So small that all it knows is to hide, and it's been so frightened that it hasn't dared to speak for so many years...
"I'm not scared!"
He drew a talisman in the air, swung his peach wood sword, and golden sword energy mixed with runes struck straight at Chen Huai's chest.
Chen Huai, who was already burning from the Samadhi True Fire, had no ability to resist. He was hit in the chest, and the evil energy on his body was instantly absorbed by the formation.
He rolled on the ground in agony.
"Impossible, impossible! I've cultivated for hundreds of years, how could I possibly be defeated by a mere illegitimate son like you? Impossible!"
"Woof woof woof!"
Sensing a familiar presence, Chen Huai looked at the small compass.
"Those belong to the Chen family!"
“That’s mine, and the little Taotie inside is mine too.”
As if echoing Shen Bai's words, Big Ears bared its teeth at Chen Huai and barked a few times.
Not fierce at all, but just the right amount of mockery.
"It has truly awakened, so that stinky Taoist priest wasn't lying to me; this really is a treasure."
He deliberately hid in the basement of the old house for so many years, just to nurture a stronger yin energy, but he never expected that this thing would recognize someone else as its master.
"Since it recognizes you as its master, why did it come here?"
The evil energy in his body was quickly drawn away, and Chen Huai cried out despite the pain.
He was unwilling to accept that his hundreds of years of cultivation had been lost just like that.
"Of course, it's revenge! Your Chen family has harmed many people, you deserve to die."
Shen Bai threw another talisman at him. It was a failed attempt he made while practicing, and he didn't know what effect it would have.
When the talisman touched Chen Huai, it burst into flames with a soft "poof," and Shen Bai had no idea what kind of fire it was.
He drew it according to the talisman left by his master, and he didn't care what it was, as long as it was useful.
"Aaaaaah!! Kill me!"
When the blue flames burned Chen Huai, the entire skeleton seemed to be writhing in pain.
Startled by the scream, Shen Bai stepped back.
Song Yun came over, put her arm around him, and checked him over to see if he was injured.
"Great job, Little White avenged his parents."
A deep, gentle voice reached Shen Bai's ears, and Shen Bai couldn't help but take a few deep breaths of Song Yun's unique minty scent.
"Yes, we got our revenge."
A series of screams rang out, and what Shen Bai heard at this moment seemed to be the screams of Chen Huai's soul, rather than those of the corpse.
"This is Nether Flame, extremely cold, specifically used to burn souls, causing unbearable pain to the soul of the one being burned."
What Song Yun didn't say was that the Samadhi True Fire that Shen Bai had just used and the Netherworld Flame he was using now were both used in the eighteen levels of hell to punish the most heinous ghosts.
Samadhi True Fire is an extremely yang fire, while Netherworld Flame is an extremely cold fire. When both are burning each other, Chen Huai suffers double the punishment from the eighteen levels of hell.
That's why he screamed so loudly.
"Amazing, I drew the wrong symbol."
He wanted to say that this was a talisman he had drawn incorrectly, and he never expected it to have such a powerful effect.
Children who have just learned to speak often try to be lazy and don't want to say things in a continuous sequence.
Fortunately, Song Yun was used to it and could easily understand what he was trying to say.
Praise him without hesitation:
"Baby is so amazing! The talismans you drew incorrectly are things that others couldn't draw in several lifetimes."
Moreover, there were several similar flames. If Shen Bai were in the cultivation world thousands of years ago, he would definitely be a top genius.
Fortunately, he went to Qingyue Temple. Even though there was no one there to teach him, Shen Bai was still able to learn a lot from ancient books.
Song Yun was very pleased that his little Baiyue could shine no matter where she was.
Chen Huai on the ground was still wailing. The evil energy around him had been completely absorbed by the little compass, waiting for Big Ears to go back and slowly devour it.
The two waited a while longer, until Chen Huai's body was completely burned to charcoal, and his soul rolled to one side.
Strangely, the flames on the corpse had extinguished themselves.
His soul, however, was still being burned by a mixture of red and blue flames, tormenting his ghost so much that it trembled and wailed, yet he could not utter a single word.
"This ghost shall be taken away by my subordinate."
A man's voice came from behind him, and Shen Bai turned around.
The newcomer had his long hair tied up with a jade crown, his face was cold and stern, and his brocade robe gave him an air of mystery.
"Your subordinate, the Chief Inspector of the Investigation Department under the Emperor of Fengdu, pays his respects to the Emperor of the Eastern Peak at dawn."
Because of her good looks, Fuxiao was able to frequently enter the Dongyue Palace, and naturally she had also met Baiyue Xianjun.
He never expected that the person who suddenly summoned him would be the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak.
They hadn't heard from the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak for a long time, and they never expected that he would come here to undergo tribulation.
Song Yun nodded:
"Don't put out the fire on him. Lock him up on the eighteenth floor for now, and we'll deal with him when we get back."
The implication is that they should be locked up and tortured.
The soul cannot die. As long as it is not reduced to ashes, it can only continue to suffer this torment in a conscious state, and this is what it deserves.
"Yes." Fuxiao threw out the Soul Hook Chain, which directly bound Chen Huai's ghost.
Chen Huai heard their conversation clearly: the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, the Immortal Lord of the White Moon, the Director of the Investigation Department... So when did he offend these important figures?
"Spare me... let me vanish into nothingness..."
Chen Huai screamed in pain, but no one paid him any attention.
"Your subordinate takes his leave."
At dawn, he tugged at the Soul Hook Chain and dragged the half-dead Chen Huai into the Gates of Hell.
On the road to the underworld, Dawn still told Chen Huai the truth:
"You have harmed countless people and deserve to be punished."
He then personally dragged him down to the eighteenth level of hell and imprisoned him there. Every day, in addition to the two kinds of flames on his body, he also had to go through fire and water.
Shen Bai picked up the little white dog, and just like when they came in, Xiao Feng escorted them out.
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