One of the old monks, with its ancient and emaciated appearance indistinguishable from gender, is now swollen at the abdomen and face, and a sharp laughter emerges from its lower half. It produces ghosts at a rate of one palm-sized ghost at a time, charging towards me!
The other old monks, their skin on the faces having disappeared, abruptly rose from their seated meditation, and from somewhere, they produced heavy staffs, charging towards me.
Or, some had their hands and flesh peeled off, leaving only sharp bones, charging towards me at great speed!
Others simply disintegrated into a mess of blood and flesh, spreading towards my feet!
All of this happened too quickly; the scene was too jarring, too eerie.
I can barely make sense of why these ghost people can appear here.
Is he following Qi Youyou?
Or did Qi Youyou carry him back?
There are only two possibilities.
I just don't understand why he would save me.
Or was it Qi Youyou who begged him?
But that small part of his consciousness that was still awake should have been completely erased by Mao Yi at that time?
I was able to kill Mao Yi because their souls perished together; that was the turning point.
How did Qi Youyou manage to appeal to a ghost who was troubled by the Three Corpses Real Bug and persuade him to let her take his remains and appear at places like Heichang Temple?
Thoughts were overwhelming, like a vast expanse.
Only when my body is dominated can I think and contemplate.
Just at this lightning-fast moment, those old monks used decapitated bodies to summon evil ghosts, using themselves as a medium, and were about to surround me!
I part my lips and speak in an aged voice.
"The incantation goes, 'One soul in Canglang, two souls in Jiemen, three souls in Luchen, four souls in Wenqu, five souls in Wupei, six souls in Lianzhen, and seven souls in Paokun!' "
During the spell, my body disappeared from the spot, executing a breathtaking maneuver that not only evaded the attacks of those old monks who had transformed into ghosts, but also grabbed hold of my father's shoulder, lifting him free from the two monks' control and pushing him directly out of the hall!
"You! Who are you?"
All this happened too quickly. Xinbo collided with a wall and trembled as he managed to prop himself up.
The final glimmer of life is spirit, something that cannot be reversed. His physical body is already on the verge of exhaustion, and no matter how much spirit it returns, it cannot have strong vitality and movements.
"You are a father, and you have killed your son."
"I am a father, and I have killed my son."
"I am wrong, you are wrong. People die like a lamp is extinguished, their spirits remain in the world, and they should not stir up any more thoughts or disturb the tranquility of the world."
"I am Daoist Maochan."
Clear words emerged from my mouth.
Maozhan, a name that sounds decisive and ruthless.
His speech not only condemned Xinbo's actions but also included himself.
Yes, he had also killed his son, ending the life of his meticulously nurtured child, even using personal desires. It was a son who had caused resentment among his disciples and was envied by all.
Killing his son allowed him to regain a small amount of consciousness, as his original corpse was suppressed.
Instead of seizing this opportunity to breakthrough, he chose to end his own life!
"Three feet above, there is a deity!"
"If the deity is pleased, then one's own body is pleased! This is one's ultimate destination!"
Xinbo muttered in a low voice.
At this moment, all the old monks who had used the decapitated bodies surged forward. After my father was thrown out, the other old monks all pounced towards "me"!
My hands shook outward fiercely. Then, I supported my elbow with a single hand, and my fingers were erected between my eyebrows. I whispered lowly: "The Emperor sits on the Golden Phoenix, the Iron Lion leads the imperial edict. Wanxi Pure Soul of Nature. It is commanded to breach the Himmel's Hall, leaving a blazing hell as a king of good, taking ghosts to the law hall. Chen and Qiu serve as lieutenant generals and take captives without hesitation! The plundering spell manifests!"
The drawn sword pointer was abruptly pushed outward!
As if an invisible wave of impact emerged, the old monks, who had been possessed by evil spirits summoned by the decapitated bodies, were instantly expelled by the shockwave!
They stood there stupidly, as if at a loss for what to do.
The strength of the ghost person before death was indeed formidable.
The possession was interrupted?
At this moment, I realized that the Three Corpses bugs wrapping around him were not imaginary poisons, but actual spiritual poisons!
No wonder he couldn't break free and had been struggling in agony.
His power far exceeded that of an ordinary Immortal!
The reason Mao Yi could target his remaining soul back then was because the number of remaining souls was small.
Mao Yi was also restrained and unable to move. In the end, he was slain by me!
Between those thoughts, I reached out and sheathed the sword!
Snorting incessantly, the palm produced a continuous mist of white smoke, as the artifact was burning his body. I haven't felt this kind of pain for a long time.
Xinbo crawled on the ground; it wasn't that he was too weak to fall, but that he threw himself prostrate.
The head raised up, with a numb expression, and his eyes were almost hollow.
He looked like a statue I had seen before, only it was not there.
A dying spirit taking its departure.
Ghosts who chose to end their suffering under the Three Corpses Real Bug and take their own lives were wandering the world, inhabiting the bodies of human spirits.
The collision was imminent!
"Die! Let him die! Let him die!"
Suddenly, a scream echoed in my ears.
I felt a shiver run through my consciousness.
That voice was Lao Gong's!
I thought he had already dispersed his soul and vitality!
I could see that the sound originated from a corner of the table.
There was a cap crown lying on it, under which was Lao Gong's soul. His eyes were brimming with vivid purple intent, and the cap crown kept breeding blood mist as if it was devouring him.
Lao Gong's face was entirely his own, with no resemblance to Wu Zhongkuan.
He was stripped of all else, leaving only himself.
But his essence, why has it reached such a state?
In the past, he definitely wasn't like this.
It was the countless ghosts he had ingested over such a long time that caused his essence to change.
Moreover, the events unfolding before his eyes might have sparked an unparalleled profound attachment in him?
Is this Lao Gong being blessed in disguise?
Perhaps because his level has been elevated, he hasn't been punished to have his soul and vitality dispersed?
His face was corroded with countless holes, horrifying to behold.
Yet, his soul remains resilient!
For a moment, I felt a mix of heartache and tearful eyes.
Lao Gong is still here.
It's good.
"Kill him! Kill him! Ghost person, you have already killed my son and daughter-in-law once. This old bastard who eats people, he wants to use my skin to eat your other daughters-in-law!"
"When the time comes, your son will wander around the Black City Temple. His body will become a wicked demon of this lifetime. All of this is your karma!"
Lao Gong's words were a bombardment of fury.
All of this happened too quickly. Xinbo rushed towards me like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
In my vision, it was no longer Xinbo but a statue with a blood-red head and fangs at the corners of its mouth, a demon.
His head had a disgusting, bulging bump and three eyes, staring at me straight on!
My sword pointer was vertical between my eyebrows, then horizontal across my eyes, and a scorching heat surged forward.
Xinbo's true form appeared once again in my sight. He was crawling on his hands and knees, his hands frantically striking the few drums at his waist. Around him were several people who had their heads' skin peeled off. They roared sharply and encircled around, already reaching my face!
With my other hand, I drove a straight stab downwards, muttering, "Swordsmen drive away evil and ghosts, summon the gods..."
The ghost person controls my body, and the speed of his incantation is too fast for even me, who is being possessed, to follow.
That sword stroke was meant to penetrate Xinbo's body.
Xinbo managed to leap upwards just in time, and the sword slid along his chest, passing by closely.
Xinbo grabbed my arms with a fierce urgency.
Simultaneously, the ghosts surrounding him lunged out their arms and inserted themselves into my chest, arms, abdomen, and even face!
This was not piercing my body; their arms were spiritual, and they merely inserted themselves into my fleshly form, as if grabbing hold of something and pulling it out with all their might!
"You, the one possessing me, and I. What is the difference between us?"
"Out!" Xinbo roared loudly, attempting to expel the ghost person from my body.
The battle was extremely dangerous and intense, like a raging fire!
Xinbo retreated, and the distance from the High Heaven Sword increased. The ghosts around him struggled forcefully, as if they were pulling out a faint purple soul from my body.
The soul hadn't fully detached, and it was sinking down to return to my body.
The reason why the ghosts around Xinbo could see the ghost person was incredibly simple.
Those ghosts were not from the outside; they were actually produced from Xinbo himself. They and Xinbo have achieved a certain level of coexistence!
Xinbo killed people and offered them, killing people to take their bones and souls to create artifacts. The bodies he used, the ghosts he employed as mediums, had become one with him!
That's why Xinbo can see the ghost person, and so can the other ghosts!
The situation instantly reached a delicate balance!
"Old guy, you can't do it!" Lao Gong couldn't wait, trying to struggle free from the long table pressing him down, but he couldn't budge.
Xinbo, however, freed his hands and took out another object—a slender flute.
Last time, he played it and countless imps without legs appeared by my side.
My scalp began to tingle.
The ghost person seems to be no match for Xinbo!
This makes me anxious!
The flute's tune was crisp and delightful, as if it was celestial music.
Ghosts without legs appeared, in an especially dense number. Since they weren't coming from Xinbo, they couldn't see the ghost person and couldn't intervene in the soul pulling situation.
On the contrary, those numerous evil ghosts rushed towards Qi Yao Yao in front of the temple door!
Xinbo has found that the ghost person's remains are here!
Qi Yao Yao had been sitting idly and watching the fight, but now a look of surprise appeared on her face.
The horror of a corpse ghost might be a bit more exaggerated than that of a normal person.
In an instant, Qi Yao Yao was going to flee.
But at this critical moment, the few old monks who were previously shocked by the ghost person's incantation, causing the ghost creatures to detach from them, suddenly became conscious. They all rushed towards Qi Yao Yao!
The reason why they didn't attack me was simple. They could only know that the ghost person was possessing me, and they couldn't see the existence of the soul. Therefore, only Xinbo and the ghosts coexisting with him could extract souls.
I am the vessel Xinbo will use, the skin bag he possesses. I cannot be injured, so naturally, he needs to solve the problem itself!
Qi Yao Yao was merely a young ghost; how could she escape in such a situation?
In an instant, she was surrounded by the dead, with no space to escape!
