That ghostly figure was extremely stout, appearing to be human-shaped at first glance, but its limbs were twisted and deformed, sticking to the body. The face, at first glance, seemed like a face, but it was crowded with dozens of faces pressed together, with dense eyes that were not only terrifying but also repulsive.
"Come on, use your thunderbolt to strike it back, otherwise, they'll eat your whole family!"
The swollen face let out a sinister laugh, while the limbs and faces on the body twisted painfully as if they wanted to escape control. However, they couldn't do it!
My heart felt like it was being pounded by a mallet, leaving me feeling constricted and oppressed, with an unsettling sensation of weightlessness.
"What's wrong with me coming at you? They're all innocent, how cruel of you!" My eyes widened in anger.
"Evil?" If you were to bite me during the day, nobody would die, who would be evil?"
"You're not a good Taoist at all; you just put on a show of respectability. As for He You Tian, he will surely go to the appointment without hesitation, even if it means death!"
The sinister voice carried a sense of coldness and irony.
"Your so-called 'Four Rules Mountain' disciple uncle is not what I expected!"
Song Fang!
Suddenly, a name popped into my head!
Yes, that's him!
He You Tian told me that for many years, Song Fang has been traveling around, raising ghosts and collecting them.
That's because Song Fang has such abilities, and the evil ghost created at the time of the killing of those people was able to shape up like this!
Especially that sentence, he mentioned He You Tian!
Too late to say, too fast to wait.
That swollen ghost walks with a limp, like a rapidly growing tumor colliding towards me!
His arms that he extends also have many arms attached to them, like blooming meat flowers or some terrible parasites that are constantly moving.
"Poisonous!" Old Gong let out a sudden scream.
Poisonous?
I immediately felt a cold and icy chill.
The coldness came from the depths of my consciousness, as if my soul was shivering.
With a whoosh, Old Gong retreated back into the nightpot, revealing only half of his head.
His eyes glinted with fear and surprise.
My mother actually moved, and she faced him directly.
However, she did not touch the ghostly thing that looked like a meat tumor.
She stopped three meters in front of it. The dark shadow under her also became swollen and massive, tightly squeezing the ghost thing's neck.
But, his throttling did not have much effect.
Those chaotic arms were constantly tearing the black shadow, making it rapidly thin out.
My mother's body was trembling, while the blood-clad ghost on her back made a low groan. What was originally a static devotion, now her head suddenly shot up!
However, her hair still bound her face, and her appearance was not revealed.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The black shadow, under an unknown force, had seemingly regrown thick and robust. But in that instant, it abruptly dispersed into a series of fine smoke, dissipating into nothingness.
The blood-clad ghost disappeared without a trace...
My mother's slender white bone cracked inch by inch!
This exhumation object was destroyed!?
My father stepped forward, grabbed my mother's arm, and pulled her back with a stern command, "Appear as a god, let's go!"
"Soul with many grievances will become poison, and poison will be common. Ghost poison is not common. He forcibly turned living souls into ghosts, and those villagers who have not yet reached the end of their life expectancy were killed in this way, so they are extremely resentful. Ghost poison can destroy souls instantly, and it is almost unresolvable!"
Upon hearing this, I felt an even greater chill in my heart, and my scalp tingled.
"We can't leave!" Old Gong shouted with a sharp voice, "If we leave, this ghost thing will become the means of that person in secret! He can't control it well now and can only guide it!"
Old Gong's gaze was fierce, and his words implied more.
"Master, smash them apart!"
The tone was not fierce, but resolute.
I trembled with fear, both in my hand and in my heart.
Old Gong's "smash them apart" was not about simply dispersing souls.
Ghosts can be reconvened.
But when Daoism is powerful enough, combined with artifacts, it becomes possible to shatter souls and scatter them.
"Smash them apart" refers to the Gao Tian staff and the Daoist method I learned from the High Heaven Daoist!
"If you don't cut it off, you'll be confused by it. They were innocent and suffered, and we can find the perpetrators! Destroying Song Fang is doing harm to people!"
I could infer that Song Fang was responsible, and Old Gong naturally thought more deeply.
Between those few words, the bulky ghost thing seemed to realize and was about to continue to pounce towards me!
My eyes widened even more, and the corners of my eyes seemed to be about to ooze blood.
I drew out the Gao Tian staff from my waist!
In that moment, a sense of integration and fusion surged.
Then, the Gao Tian staff became fiercely hot!
"Red Heaven's power, lightning sweep and wind dash. Deity of commandments, wielding needle hammer. Circulating three realms, the moon and sun hide their radiance. The stars are dim, the constellations are dark, ghosts cry and gods mourn! Iron wheel and double-edged lance, mountains crumble and valleys collapse! Haste as commandments!"
With the sound of the incantation, I suddenly surged forward, and the Gao Tian staff swung like an arm. I pounded the chubby ghost thing countless times, circling around it!
I did not touch those arms.
Screams of agony were heard constantly.
There were also villagers screaming for the god of Ro Xian.
Hatred, fear, entreaty, and desperation...
The chaotic emotions relentlessly pounded on my heart.
When I stopped, the courtyard was empty and quiet. The chubby, terrifying ghost thing had vanished like smoke.
Only a pool of putrid blood remained, resembling an unceasingly blooming flower of evil that continually stained and seemed to corrode the ground.
Heaving heavily, my eyes ached.
"Hu..." Old Gong took a deep breath and appeared on my shoulder. The fear in his eyes slightly improved.
"Master, calm down, the murder was not done by you. You are helping them be free from suffering."
"Not doing so would make them into the perpetrators from now on."
"Killing Song Fang is avenging!"
Old Gong spoke firmly.
But my face was still pale.
While what he said was true, why were the villagers targeted, isn't it still because of me?
The inner turmoil grew heavier, and not only that, but there was a voice in my head, screaming and yelling something.
The moment the voice appeared, I felt a splitting headache.
But at this moment, a cold sensation came from my chest.
The coldness shot straight up my head, and the scream faded away...
I pressed my hand to my chest and raised it again; in my palm was the Ci Yi jade tablet!
At the center of the jade tablet, my face was reflected, with some overlapping at first, but it quickly became a separate individual!
"He wants to use the villagers to lure me into a trap, which must have a setup, and it's like catching a turtle in a jar!"
"However, because we were vigilant and didn't fall into the trap, he then killed all the villagers, using their grievances to breed this ghost poison, hoping to use it to harm us."
"He didn't succeed either..."
"But he... wasn't just calculating to this point. As long as I had to smite apart the souls of these villagers, my heart would inevitably be shrouded in gloom, which would then breed into a heart demon!"
What a triple win! He wants to destroy me!
