Tang Wu hands one sweep, and the air seems to emit a loud bang.
Taking a step, Tang Wu began to walk towards the door. His body trembled slightly, as if he was very excited!
To him, the accumulated hatred over the years has finally reached a point where it must be avenged. How could he not be moved!
I will accompany you.
For me, killing the Song family is avenging He You Tian's great grievance!
This is also a way to repay the favor that He You Tian has done for me!
Just as we stopped in front of the door, Tang Wu was about to push it open.
The group of ghosts, driven back by the three incense sticks of purple fragrance, emit cries of discontent and piercing shrieks as if they were about to charge.
Yet the presence of the purple smoke dared them not to surge forward!
Just then, a dull sound came from the door.
But it was not Tang Wu's move.
The door was pulled open!
However, it was not Song Fang who appeared in front of the door.
It was a very old face, neatly kept, with white hair but also neatly combed, without the slightest disarray.
His skin was tinted with a faint purple, and in the center of his brow, there was a faint brand, a character 'Song', as if it were a tattoo from the past.
This, is actually Wei Youming!
The joy on Tang Wu's face instantly turned into seriousness. His excited and trembling body suddenly became rigid.
The right hand, which was about to push the door, moved at a terrifying speed, forming a magical incantation!
The hand did not withdraw, but suddenly retracted!
At the moment he hit Wei Youming's chest.
Wei Youming's body exploded!
No, it was not scattered by Tang Wu, but Wei Youming himself dispersed!
The corridor became extremely twisted. The faint purple ghost mist drifted softly, and this was indeed the Killing Prison!
In an instant, the situation changed...
We were no longer standing in the eighth-floor corridor. The surroundings were unfamiliar yet familiar.
A vast and spacious playground lay before us, with many streetlights along the edge. Straight ahead was the main entrance of a hospital, heavy and tall, covered in iron barbed wire above. The hospital fence extending from the main gate was over three meters high!
Standing in the rear were several tall buildings. At first glance, they looked like the Mental Health Center of Qixiao District, but in fact, they were not. They just had a similar structure.
This place resembled more like a hospital that Wei Youming had always dreamed of, a complete Killing Prison! It was not based on any specific location but rather carried within him by himself!
I and Tang Wu stood in the middle of the playground, with Old Gong floating beside me. He kept marveling, as if he was shocked by the scene before us.
"The Ghost Director is not to be trifled with, but he is not enough tough. It seems Song Fang's slime got the upper hand!"
"The evil luck!" Old Gong spat heavily.
"Song Fang, that scoundrel?" The faintly gloomy voice carried a hint of cold laughter.
To the side of us, there was a group of purple mist that looked as solid as actual substance, gradually spreading and dissipating.
Wei Youming stood at the front, his eyes losing their usual liveliness.
Yes, the past Wei Youming, no matter how sinister and terrifying he was, that lively spirit always existed.
Because he had his own thoughts, not a "mutilated without feeling" evil ghost, not a simple tool.
But now, Wei Youming was still a tool...
Beside Wei Youming stood a person and a ghost, namely Song Fang, and the ghost was the Vice Director, Old Liu.
As the purple ghost mist continued to twist and flow, some ghostly beings with a faint blue aura slowly emerged...
"A ordinary exorcist who ate Wu Zhongkan and obtained the skills of a Yinshen Ghost also has the right to call me that scoundrel?" Song Fang had one hand on his back and the other swiping his sleeve in mid-air, disdaining Old Gong's words with a sneer!
What should I call you then? Call you 'bully brat'? Old Gong said in a peculiar tone, 'Even if I washed you a hundred times, Old Gong grandfather wouldn't dare to eat you, thinking you're dirty. It's the 'bully brat' heart.'
Song Fang let out a cold snort!
During this period, more and more ghosts appeared. They gradually scattered and surrounded me and Tang Wu completely.
And their positions were different, as if they were stepping on different arrays.
"Snide and malicious, it serves no purpose. I will tear you apart into threads and feed you to the ghosts," Song Fang coldly snarled.
Old Gong's response was only a glob of thick phlegm, which curved through the air, almost landing on Song Fang's feet.
Song Fang retreated two steps and had an extremely unsightly face.
My heart sank, and my hands simultaneously grasped the Gao Tian Hammer and the Gao Tian Sword.
My face was similarly ugly.
Wei Youming couldn't bear it, and this really exceeded my expectations.
Completely not supposed to.
There is only one reason, Song Fang must have used some special means.
At this moment, Tang Wu spoke in a deep voice: "Hedgehogs, Yang Yang, sunrise in the east, meet the curse of sacrifices to them. The reverse curse is obsolete. I worship the North Emperor and kill those who are not auspicious! All ghosts and demons, all away from my side! What is not seen? What dares to confront? Water cannot drown it, fire cannot hurt it! Within the three realms, I alone am strong! Hurry as the laws of nature command!"
The purple aura around him rippled, becoming incredibly dense, forming a surge of energy that swept over the surroundings with great force!
In that instant, Tang Wu's side seemed to appear the corridor on the eighth floor!
As long as he took a step forward, he would be out of the Killing Prison!
I could follow him out as well!
However, Tang Wu could only break the range of the Killing Prison within three meters of his body.
The entire Killing Prison could not be broken.
This means that we can leave, but once we go out, Song Fang won't be waiting on the eighth floor for us. He will hide within the Killing Prison, and we won't know where he will go.
Tang Wu did not move.
His body trembled slightly, and his breathing was heavy!
"I haven't heard the incantations of Yunjin Mountain for many years, especially this Taoist master's protective incantation."
"When I was young, Tang Youxiang accompanied me, and she used this incantation to save me from danger several times." Song Fang's voice carried a hint of sighing.
He suddenly wiped his sleeves on his clothes and then knelt down on the ground, bowing respectfully and shouted, "Father-in-law."
This scene completely overturned my imagination and understanding.
I originally thought that Song Fang would immediately fight us! He would reveal his cards, go berserk, and must kill all of us.
I didn't expect him to kneel to Tang Wu!
And to call him "father-in-law"!
Tang Wu's body trembled again, and his old face turned a bit pale and white.
Song Fang spoke very quickly and in a deep voice: "Father-in-law, today may be the first time you see your son-in-law, but your son-in-law has long admired your great name, Zhushang Daoist, the third Taoist master of Yunjin Mountain."
"During her frequent discussions with me, Tang You mentioned that her father had unparalleled Taoism. If it had not been for his single-hearted pursuit of the path and the absence of other desires, you would be the number one at today's Taoist Palace."
"Lies and deceptions, killed the Daoist daughter, deceived the Daoist daughter, and cut her into eight pieces. How can you be her son-in-law, old Tang? Don't be deceived by her!" Old Gong shouted shrilly.
Tang Wu grunted heavily and a mouthful of blood spewed from his lips. His voice was like a muffled thunder: "Murder and taking lives, you are not worthy to mention her name!"
At the same time, Tang Wu suddenly pushed his hand forward!
"Boom!" A thunderclap exploded on Song Fang's body!
But he didn't really hit Song Fang...
Song Fang's figure gradually dissipated in place...
He appeared in another position, and still, Wei Youming stood in front of him, and Vice Director Old Liu stood beside him.
Suddenly, everything in sight twisted again, with purple ghost mist rampant and flowing.
The figures of Song Fang, Wei Youming, and Vice Director Old Liu appeared layered upon layered, as if there were dozens or even hundreds of them surrounding me and Tang Wu!
Including the green ghosts standing in different positions behind us, their appearance had changed... they had become the same as Song Fang's!
