Chapter Twenty: Head-on Confrontation

  "Mo Changqing!"

  Chang Qingzi was startled by a sudden shout from a ghost calling out his full name, "Ah."

  "You were blind before, and then you could see headless corpses, right?" The ghost said.

  Although he didn't know what "ghost" meant, Chang Qingzi still replied: "Yes."

  "That's saying this thing is a ghost corpse, rather than some kind of evil spirit." Yin Huan Yue said.

  Chang Qingzi nodded in agreement after listening.

  "I was wrong." The ghost suddenly said in a low voice with its hand supporting its forehead.

  "What's wrong?" Chang Qingzi hastily asked.

  The ghost put down his hand, looked up at Chang Qingzi and Yin Huan Yue, and said, "We've been set up."

  "What's going on?" asked Yin Huan Yue.

  "The first and second headless corpses are not the same, what truly makes us feel threatened is not the second one, but the first headless corpse hidden in the dark. We were blinded by the representation, blinded by the massive resentment and spiritual energy on the second corpse." The ghost said.

  "You mean there are two headless corpses," said Yin Huan Yue.

  "And this existence, someone in the Liu family village is aware of it." Chang Qingzi said softly.

  "It seems that they want us to confirm one thing, that is, the death of Liu Rufe was indeed caused by the headless ghost corpse." Yin Huan Yue said with a cold smile.

  "Why would the real headless ghost corpse unite with that person? Don't tell me it's something to do with the Liu family's former castle master's spirit manifestation." Chang Qingzi sneered. That resentment and powerful spiritual energy weren't something a soul that had just died a hundred days ago could possess.

  "It seems that some kind of consensus has been reached." The ghost said faintly, with benefits being the top priority, humans are like this, and ghosts are no exception. However, making a deal with a ghost is truly naive and foolish.

  "Here I come." Yin Huan Yue said, clapping his hands on his waist and pulling out two iron rods as long as his arms. It's not an exaggeration to call them iron rods, because these rods were dark in color without any patterns or designs. The only thing was that on the horizontal surface of the rod, a small character "Yin" was engraved.

  "Soul Devouring Cudgel." Chang Qingzi exclaimed, and casually drew out his peach wood sword.

  "That Blood Weeping Sword of yours isn't bad either." Yin Huan Yue said calmly.

  The ghost took out the thousand-soul bell and silver needle, eyes slightly condensed, assuming a defensive posture.

  Yin Huan Yue saw the silver needle and her eyes twitched slightly. Then she turned her face away, no longer looking at the needle tip that was flashing with a silvery light.

  Chang Qingzi smiled and said, "Who would have thought that yesterday's enemies would join forces in such a situation." As soon as Chang Qingzi finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by, not strong, but the three people felt like they were falling into an icy pit.

  The figure clad in magnificent attire slowly emerged, and it was the headless ghost corpse. He seemed like an ordinary person, taking large strides to slowly approach the three ghosts. Three meters away from them, he suddenly stopped. Although he had no head, the ghost felt a chill gaze scanning her.

  The ghost decided to take the initiative, and with a raise of her left hand, the thousand-soul bell appeared in her fingers. The ghost chanted some words, and the two bells began to shake slowly, colliding with each other. In Chang Qingzi's and Yin Huan Yue's ears, this sound was crisp and pleasant, while the headless corpse grasped its own neck tightly, tearing at it non-stop, but its body didn't move much.

  Chang Qingzi continued to count the sounds: one sound, two sounds, three sounds... six sounds. Having sounded six times, it should not have reached its limit yet. However, knowing that it was useless and still wasting spiritual power would be stupid.

  One strike was not enough, the ghost's brow furrowed, and it withdrew the Thousand Soul Bell. "It seems that the soul is relatively intact, and I don't know how many years this big ghost has existed, yet it has cultivated itself to be almost indistinguishable from humans. If we let it get its head back, it will soon become a zombie."

  "It turns out that the bargaining chip was actually the head of the new Lord of the Liu family's castle. No wonder, this kind of thing would appear in the Liu family's castle. It seems that only the Lord of the Liu family is a sinister person." Yin Huan Yue said sarcastically.

  "That settles it, the first time was a fake, the second time was to confirm our suspicions, and the real deal only made an appearance briefly. This time, if it appears again, it's probably going to silence us for good. The three of us, renowned ghost hunters, will perish together with the evil spirit." Zhang Qingzi chuckled, "Who knows, they might even make a golden statue of us, and people will worship us every day."

  "Since you said so, I'll leave the battlefield to you. I have something to attend to, don't see me off." The ghost finished speaking and turned around to leave.

  Chang Qingzi dodged swiftly and blocked the ghost's path, saying: "Ghost lady, you can't escape now. But I'll protect you." Then he turned around to face Yin Huan Yue and said: "I think it's better not to test her. This zombie should have just become like this recently. Its body is a bit sluggish and hasn't regained its counterattacking ability yet. Let's go all out and kill it!"

  Yin Huan Yue nodded slightly, glanced at the ghost, and immediately shifted her attention to the headless ghost corpse. The two Soul-Devouring Rods collided, releasing a massive amount of spiritual energy, which transformed into two large hands that slammed into the headless ghost corpse's body. One strike was not enough, so Yin Huan Yue attacked again immediately. Chang Qingzi's peach wood sword also struck the headless ghost corpse at the same time, and the silver needle in the ghost's hand shot out simultaneously. The three attacks landed successfully, heavily striking the headless ghost corpse.

  The smoke dispersed, and the headless corpse remained in its original position, without even moving a step.

  Yin Huan Yue immediately connected the two Soul-Devouring Rods, and they instantly merged into one. At this moment, the plain rod surface suddenly appeared with many patterns. The patterns were irregular, but when combined together, they gave off a mysterious aura. Upon closer inspection, the patterns seemed to be alive, as if you could see the trajectory of their movement.

  At this time, Chang Qingzi's peach wood sword was no longer its original plain and unadorned appearance. After merging with the fresh blood that Chang Qingzi had just dripped onto it, the sword body turned a deep red color, emitting an eerie glow. Upon closer inspection, the entire sword was covered in blood-colored mandalas. This was the true form of the Weeping Blood Sword.

  "The evil spirit retreated." Chang Qingzi said, although Yin Huan Yue didn't speak, the meaning expressed in her eyes was also very clear.

  The ghost knows when to retreat, now is not the time for self-aggrandizement. Besides, even if you want to show off, you need to have the capital to do so.

  At the time when Chang Qingzi and Yin Huan Yue joined forces to attack, the ghost silently took out an object from his cloth bag. It was a hairpin with an ancient shape, the tail of which was shaped like a flower, and in the center of the flower was a bright red ruby that seemed to be dripping with blood. Apart from the ruby, the hairpin seemed ordinary, but in fact, the most valuable thing was this ordinary-looking object, because the body of the pin was made of a material that only appeared in hell. And the ruby was said to be Meng Po's tears. The master introduced it like this, but looking at the master's subtle pride, this hairpin was absolutely not simple.

  The ghost tightly grasped the hairpin, gazing intently at the battlefield. If they couldn't retrieve this thing in the end, then they would have to take action themselves. This poisonous zombie shouldn't exist in the first place; it's best if it disappears soon.