This scene greatly startled me.
Clearly, this thing is not human, capable of being subdued by the Four Regulations Mirror into a pool of blood.
But I couldn't describe what this ghostly entity was, specializing in harming life souls, too sinister and mysterious.
"Fucking hell." Mao Yousan swore.
He lightly pinched twice with one hand, then abruptly flicked his sleeve!
Five magical talismans shot out, landing on the surface of the five coffin lids in the living room.
In the next moment, the five coffin lids shook violently, opening a single slit each!
The living room became incredibly cold, like an ice cellar!
However, the coffins did not continue to open, as if they had reached a stalemate.
"Fucking hell!" Mao Yousan shouted again, his chest rising and falling, his face turning increasingly pale.
This gave me the impression that Mao Yousan was angry because he had not had the chance to strike before being suppressed.
Afterward, a series of events exceeded his expectations. Despite this being his home turf, Sun Zhuo was still unexpectedly taken away.
The talismans he has thrown out now are the key!
The corpses inside the coffins are most likely the Daoists he has hunted over the years.
However, even if he now drives the corpses out of the coffins, it would be futile.
My temples were throbbing, and the center of my brain felt slightly pricking.
I first helped support Huāyíng and dragged her over to sit down on the sofa in the living room. Then, I looked at Yúxiù who was nailed to the lid of a coffin.
In Mao Yousan's living room, there were not just five coffins, but the rest of the coffins remained completely motionless.
Yúxiù's face was in extreme pain, and she did not cry out. Instead, she struggled silently.
Withholding the intense pain in my left shoulder, I stumbled two steps forward to Yúxiù and yanked the copper arrow from her shoulder.
Yúxiù landed heavily, her face looking particularly weak.
However, apart from that, there was no other abnormality.
Slowly, Yúxiù walked to Huāyíng's side and gently pushed her shoulder, calling her sister softly and carefully.
I barely breathed a sigh of relief.
Huāyíng's situation is not serious, but her life spirit was startled. She needs to rest and recuperate to regain consciousness.
Yúxiù's injuries are not severe.
The only thing that weighed heavily on my heart is that Sun Zhuo was taken away...
Looking up, our eyes met with Mao Yousan's. His face had not recovered; it was still ugly, even a little liver-colored.
"This Sun Zhuo isn't just two lives; he has a strong backer behind him. A Four-Regulation Mountain is enough, but there are also ghosts who have come from other places. It's not that I like to take people away, but I don't like to let my son-in-law be taken away by others," Mao Yousan sighed slowly.
I didn't know how to respond, but I could see that Mao Yousan was very angry.
In the next moment, Mao Yousan shifted his gaze and walked to where the door board had fallen, staring there for a minute or two.
Taking deep breaths, Mao Yousan seemed to be adjusting his emotions.
Only then, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "That old guy isn't coming back. I guess there are two possibilities: either the ghostly figures took Sun Zhuo away, or they used the situation to their advantage and threw him to that old guy."
My expression changed slightly, and I said, "Using the situation to their advantage? Intentionally leaving Sun Zhuo to the Four Regulations Mirror Master?"
"Ah." Mao Yousan nodded, his face recovering slightly.
My face turned ugly.
Although I removed a portion of his life force from Sun Zhuo, he still had another growing out of his yang soul. Even if it's not enough to be removed by the thick yang soul force that belongs to me, it's still a yang soul!
Even if he was saved by the Four Regulations Mirror Master, who knows how he'll twist the facts.
The Four Regulations Mirror Master already has a clearly biased attitude towards Sun Zhuo. If Sun Zhuo adds fuel to the fire by saying a few things about the treatment he received from me and Mao Yousan, then my previous plans would basically be scrapped.
As long as the Four Regulations Mirror Master's attitude towards him is fine, he will remain Sun Zhuo!
Still a candidate for the supervision of Daoist Scene!
That feeling of resentment grew stronger, making my chest feel even more congested.
But suddenly, I was taken aback again.
Actually, when I turned my head, I saw that even before the Four Regulations Mirror Master had rescued Sun Zhuo, his attitude was obvious to everyone.
We can't change the Four-Regulation Mountain's attitude.
Just as Han Zazi had said earlier, the Four Regulations Mirror Master needs to save face.
In fact, Han Zazi also said that if Sun Zhuo were to face problems, the Four Regulations Mirror Master would be the one to jump off the thunder god cliff!
Aren't realms like this supposed to be able to accomplish any task they set their minds to?
He had to uphold Sun Zhuo, which was a certainty…
It was just because the ghostly figures suddenly appeared and disrupted the situation.
Otherwise, if Mao Yousan had been able to return here, he would definitely have a way to counter the Four Regulations Mirror Master and prevent him from taking Sun Zhuo away.
The variable is still due to the Ghost Cabinet.
For a moment, the living room became very quiet.
I didn't speak, and Mao Yousan also didn't say anything.
After a few more minutes, I whispered, "I want Sun Zhuo to die."
Mao Yousan shook his head and answered, "Besides making him live for a while, grow hair and nails, I don't plan on letting him live for long. However, being taken to the Four Regulations Mountain is a bit of a hassle."
"I'll help you a favor, and you also need to help me with one," Mao Yousan suddenly said.
My heart jumped suddenly; I didn't quite understand what Mao Yousan meant by that.
Because at the moment, I haven't mentioned what kind of favor I need from Mao Yousan.
"This isn't a place to talk." Mao Yousan frowned slightly and said, "Bring them along, change to a quiet place."
After that, Mao Yousan's eyes prompted.
I turned my head to look at the sofa, where Yúxiù was gently patting Huāyíng's cheeks and softly calling her sister.
Taking a deep breath, enduring the pain in my shoulder, I walked over to the sofa and reached out to help Huāyíng up.
Yúxiù seemed to realize something at once and helped Huāyíng up first. Her eyes looked empty and focused on me.
At that moment, I finally noticed that an old Gong's head had popped out from Huāyíng's side, who was holding a night jar.
Earlier, when the life force was being taken away, Old Gong didn't appear.
Even at that critical moment, Old Gong did not come out.
At this moment, his head slightly inclined, and he forcefully breathed out toward Huāyíng.
What he exhaled was not gray mist, but a stream of white smoke.
The white smoke quickly enveloped Huāyíng's face and entered her body.
She shuddered and just barely opened her eyes.
Although she looked weak on her face, her spirit and vitality were stabilized.
Old Gong's dry face remained the same, but the face of Wu Zhongkuan on his back was slightly smaller and looked very painful.
Mao Yousan gave Old Gong a few more looks, appearing to be deep in thought.
Huāyíng's eyes were slightly confused, and she scanned the surroundings again.
"This..." She looked at me nervously and continued, "Sun Zhuo? And... earlier..."
Clearly, Huāyíng's memories were fragmented at the moment of her unconsciousness.
"Go first, and we'll talk as we walk." I exhaled some stale air and spoke in a low voice.
"Okay..."
At this moment, it's not Yúxiù who is helping Huāyíng, but the other way around.
Yúxiù was walking alongside.
The three of us exited the door first, and Mao Yousan followed behind.
I glanced back with my peripheral vision and saw not only Mao Yousan leaving the door, but also faint figures moving in the room inside...
By the time we walked up the stairs and reached the unit entrance, there was an old white-haired Daoist standing in front of the door without a door!
His Daoist robe was very dark and worn-out, and it was not easy to see the color…
