Chapter Thirty-Five: The Old Taoist Who Was Destined to Die a Wrongful Death

  "Third Master...?" Ye Nan looked at the Soul-Calming Tower in his hand, and sweat also broke out on his forehead. He thought to himself: "Damn it! I didn't expect these two old Daoists to be in cahoots with each other! It seems that this time it's really a matter of life and death!"

  He had made up his mind to get rid of the old Taoist, so he ignored him and focused on strengthening his own spiritual power, wanting to take down those ghosts as soon as possible.

  That old man looked at Ye Nan, who didn't respond, and laughed wildly: "Little brat, I never thought you'd fall into my hands today. Now, new and old grudges will be settled together, and I'll avenge my Third Master!"

  He finished speaking, staring at Ye Nan holding the Town Soul Tower, not daring to let go, desperately fighting against the nine ghosts, wanting to capture them all into the tower. Then, from his pocket, he pulled out a dagger shining with blue light, sneering as he walked towards Ye Nan: "Little brat, accept your death! Now if you let go, you'll die at the hands of the ghosts; if you don't let go, you'll die at my hands, old Daoist. Think for yourself how you want to die, hahaha..."

  Ye Nan listened to Lao Dao's words, remaining silent and focusing on dealing with the ghostly apparitions. As Ye Nan's spiritual energy frantically poured in, the nine ghostly apparitions were already being sucked closer together, squeezed into a tight cluster only a few meters away from the tower entrance.

  Lao Dao estimated that Ye Nan would be finished in half a minute at most, and didn't dare to delay any longer. He walked up to Ye Nan, raised his dagger, aimed it at Ye Nan's chest, and was about to strike.

  The old man's dagger was about to fall, when he suddenly saw a sneer on Ye Nan's face, who had been pretending to be calm. His heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself that something was wrong.

  But before he could react, a flash of light had arrived, and on the surface of Lao Dao's body, that layer of golden light film which had already dimmed stopped for only 0.01 seconds. Immediately after, the surface of the flash of light also burst out with a line of golden light, and as the two sides rubbed against each other, "Plop" sound was heard, and on Lao Dao's forehead, a faint blood flower splashed up.

  The old Taoist's face was incredulous, staring blankly at the small jade token on his chest that had suddenly shattered. After ten seconds or so, a "ding" sound rang out as the dagger fell to the ground, and the old Taoist also collapsed to the ground with eyes wide open!

  Nine ghosts continued to support for a few seconds before being sucked into the tower with a "whoosh". Ye Nan put away the Soul Calming Tower in his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a gentle breath, and said in a low voice: "Well done!"

  "You really believe me?" A soft laughter came from the earpiece.

  Ye Nan looked at the mountain opposite with a smile and said: "If you can't believe it, who else can I trust in this world?"

  Fang Wei carried over two military shovels, and Ye Nan only then knew how Fang Wei had handled Hu Lao Dao's corpse. The two of them, following the highest principle that since they were fleeing for their lives they might as well plunder wealth, swept away everything of value on the old man's body, and only afterwards did they find a secluded spot to dig a deep pit and bury this Wang Lao Dao.

  Two people drove back home, Ye Nan, covered in yellow mud and dust, hastily took a bath, changed into clean clothes, then sat in the living room staring at the large pile of spoils on the table. First, he picked up the two small porcelain bottles containing Gui Jiang and Ling Gui, which were filled with cinnabar and had red seals of confinement magic symbols on them.

  Ye Nan thought for a moment, wondering how the ghost general's current injury was. After all, when Ye Nan had hit the ghost general with two moves, it was clear that the ghost general had been seriously injured! However, he didn't dare to release the ghost general, in case the other side counterattacked and Ye Nan wasn't confident in dealing with it.

  Ye Nan thought for a moment, although that old ghost didn't seem to want to lay hands on himself, but it's still better to be safe than sorry. He took out an Aggregation Spirit Symbol, activated the spiritual energy after infusing his own spirit energy into it, and then poured that spiritual energy into the bottle through the peach wood stopper.

  The old ghost in the porcelain pot was worried at this time, and secretly said: "I don't know how that doll is doing, whether it won or not, but under the attack of Jiuzi Guimu and that little Taoist priest, with his Lingqi period strength, I'm afraid it's more likely to be bad than good!"

  Just as he was worried, a refreshing spiritual energy suddenly poured into his head, and the old ghost was stunned. He hurriedly took a deep breath, absorbing all the spiritual energy around him into his body. This is the purest spiritual energy, it must not be wasted.

  After the old ghost had successfully absorbed all the spiritual energy, his body was slightly more condensed than before. He thought to himself: "It seems that the little girl has won, and this little Taoist priest is not so kind-hearted after all!" As he thought about it, he sighed: "Indeed, she's just like my little grandson, both of them have a similar kind heart!"

  Ye Nan put down the small porcelain bottle after infusing the spiritual energy, picked up the small wooden bottle and took a look. This small wooden bottle was also filled with cinnabar symbols, but there was nothing special about it. However, Ye Nan estimated that the ghost mother should be locked inside, so he didn't dare to be careless and carefully put it away.

  That small flag and the two white bones didn't catch Ye Nan's attention, but that broken protective jade token did!

  Ye Nan picked up the small jade token that had been broken into three pieces, carefully piecing it back together. The surface of the jade token was inscribed with a faint talisman drawn in cinnabar.

  Ye Nan looked at the jade token on the table, carefully examining it. It was composed of several intertwined symbols, not just one. One of them was very similar to the Ling Spirit Symbol, but Ye Nan didn't recognize the other two.

  Ye Nan was very curious about how this protective jade amulet was made, it seemed that the protective effect was not bad, and it could defend against both bullets and magic attacks, and it could also automatically protect its master. At least it was a second-level or higher magical artifact, compared to his own Evil-Repelling Amulet, he had no idea how much stronger it was.

  But after studying for a while, Ye Nan really couldn't figure out what the other two talismans represented, so he gave up. Although it was really enviable, there was no way to get them out, so he just forgot about it.

  He put away a few things, took out the Soul Record that he had originally obtained from Hu Lao Diao, and carefully studied the Ghost Control Technique. He had received quite a few ghostly generals, spirit ghosts, and even the Nine Sons Ghost Mother from Hu Lao Diao. There were so many of them, it would be a pity to waste them, so he decided to take them for himself.

  Ye Nan's little abacus was quite good, but this ghost-controlling technique wasn't that simple. There were a bunch of talismans and incantations that made Ye Nan's head spin. Fortunately, most of the talismans were on the ceramic pot, so Ye Nan didn't need to draw them out again. As long as he could memorize a few incantations, it would be fine.

  Ye Nan looked at several spells and found that he could basically recite them smoothly, so he decided to try the Ling Gui first. If it didn't work out, he could still deal with it himself.

  He immediately took the book in one hand and opened the lid of the small porcelain bottle containing the vengeful spirit with the other, reciting the incantation according to the book. Then he used his hands to stir up spiritual energy at the mouth of the bottle, drawing a controlling talisman, and smoothly sensed that the vengeful spirit inside the bottle was under his control. His heart felt a thrill of joy - success!

  Ye Nan excitedly summoned the spirit from the pot, directing it to float around the room. He was so excited that he didn't notice Fang Wei, who had just pushed open the door and entered.

  Fang Wei returned his beloved sniper rifle to its original place and went home, only to see Ye Nan sitting in the living room with an excited face, thinking he had discovered something good, so he quickly ran over to join in on the fun.

  Just ran into the living room and found something was wrong, very wrong... felt a chill all over.