Chapter 45: Whose Land is This?

  "Get out of the way!"

  Suddenly saw dozens of fierce ghosts actually carrying a wooden stick as thick as a water bucket, rushing towards the inside.

  In the eyes of ordinary people who can't see it normally, it seems like a big tree flying horizontally and hitting the door, enough to make one's heart sink.

  The ghostly illusions are just a piece of paper that can't even be picked up. However, at this moment, it was lifted by the group of ghosts, and they were all fierce ghosts. The wild ghosts watching from behind let out waves of shock and horror.

  At this time, Liu Yi just sneered coldly. Ordinary civilians, without a commander, were a mob that might be breached at any moment.

  But he was in command, how could it be possible! At this time, Liu Yi possessed Zhang Wangshi's body and saw her with disheveled hair and a fierce glow in her eyes, issuing orders one after another.

  Behind the door were large packages of earth and stone blocking it, even if these evil spirits were exhausted to death, they couldn't break open the wooden door.

  As expected, amidst the thunderous applause of countless onlookers, the battering ram crashed into the inner gate, producing a dull "rumbling" sound, but the inner gate did not budge.

  These fierce ghosts couldn't help but continue their ferocity, again and again they clashed dozens of times, each one exhausted with aching hands and feet, yet the door inside remained completely still without any movement.

  It wasn't until then that a clever ghost guessed that the inside door might have been blocked.

  No wonder they were all staring at each other in shock, even the ghost king of Gan Chi Pool had stood up at this moment. Although his face couldn't be seen, his entire body was emitting a strong ghostly aura that seemed to be waving like a whip, and as soon as it came into contact with several ghosts nearby, they let out miserable cries as he forcibly dragged them over. Opening his bloody mouth wide, he began to devour them like he was eating fruit, crunching away loudly.

  The ghosts around were greatly shocked and hastily retreated a distance away, and from then on, no one dared to approach within ten zhang of the body of Gan Chi, the Ghost King.

  "How dare you deceive me!" or "You actually dared to cheat me!"

  Gan Chi Ghost King cursed and looked up at the sky with regret. He had originally planned to use his thunderous power to break down the door and go in to kill all the villagers and execute Shen Tu Qi, that traitor.

  But I didn't expect that the locals would be so cunning, blocking the inner gate with heavy objects. If only I had known earlier, I should have started by consuming their spiritual energy directly at that time.

  At this time, the sky was no longer early. Thinking of more excuses, it's already too late. Most importantly, the ghost energy of his own elite sharp ghosts had been consumed by 70-80%!

  As the sky was about to brighten up, Gan Chi Ghost King angrily took down a large bow from behind his back.

  The bow was ancient and black, with a bloody aura that seemed to be taking shape. The Ghost King of Gan Pool wiped his hand, and a long arrow wrapped in black air appeared in his hand. He drew the bow and shot the arrow, which flew like a meteor and hit the door.

  Rumble...

  The entire aura of Fengli was shaken, as if even the earth itself had trembled.

  The force of this arrow was so astonishing that both sides were momentarily speechless.

  In a short while, the village was seen to be dimly lit, swaying as if it were a candle flame in the wind. In the end, however, it did not go out, but instead slowly brightened up again.

  The Ghost King of Gan Chi revealed a hint of regret, but remained expressionless, hung his bow back on his back and shouted: "Retreat!"

  The thick fog retreated, and a faint white light slowly appeared on the horizon. It was clear that dawn was approaching.

  At this time, Zhang Wang's wife let out a low groan, and blood spurted out of her eyes, mouth, and nose. She fell to the ground limply.

  Liu Yi was also in a bad state, and his consciousness was shaken out of Zhang Wang's sea of recognition by the power of that one arrow.

  "My lord, my lord... how are you?"

  Shen Tu Qi's men gathered around, asking with concern.

  Liu Yi slowly shook his head, sat cross-legged on the ground, and started to operate the Ghost Emperor's Heart Technique. Half a day later, he finally stabilized his soul that had been shaken.

  "This arrow's power is truly formidable!" Liu Yi let out a soft sigh.

  Shen Tui said: "That bow is called the 'Legend of Ten Thousand People', it was used by a famous general in front of his troops, and in his lifetime he killed tens of thousands of enemies with this precious bow. It's really a deadly weapon, it's good that Master has nothing to do with it!"

  Fang Mou said: "Even if Gan Chi, the King of Ghosts, personally took action and used a thousand bows to attack the master, he still couldn't defeat him. This shows the master's abilities!"

  These two people spoke similarly, yet it was enough to reveal their respective natures.

  Liu Yi was still thinking about these things at this time, and after a long while, he sighed: "It was hard to get through last night, what if it comes again tonight?"

  Shen Tui said: "Don't worry, Master. Gan Chi, the Ghost King, won't come again tonight and will retreat back to the ancient tomb."

  He paused for a moment and said: "The reason why the Ghost King of Gan Chi is so rampant and unscrupulous is that the city guards have never taken action. One reason is that they are afraid of the power of the Ghost King of Gan Chi. Another reason is that every time the Ghost King of Gan Chi comes out to wreak havoc, it only lasts for three nights at most! Last night was already the third night!"

  Liu Yi slowly let out a breath, and instead, a surge of heroic spirit arose in his heart. This time, after exchanging blows with the Ghost King Gan Chi, although he was far from being a match for him.

  But now it's just the lowest rank of Taixiang Yangtian Summoning, and yet he can already do this much. When he himself advances to become a Chixiao Zhutiantian Summoning, even if he still can't compare to Gantang Guiwang, it won't be far off!

  Originally thought that the City God Temple, with three thousand ghost soldiers in hand, would intimidate for a hundred miles, and all the ghost gods would be shocked into submission. Now that I've seen the performance of the Ghost King of Gan Pool, it's nothing special after all!

  I will eventually be able to compete with them and see who is better!

  As they were thinking about it, the villagers from three villages all cheered up. They almost didn't dare to believe that they had actually repelled the attack of the Ghost King of Gan Chi by a hair's breadth.

  Such an unthinkable miracle has occurred, and it's natural to thank Liu Yi, the land god.

  But at this moment, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly rang out, drowning out the cheers. It was Zhang Wangshi's children and relatives wailing in grief as they clutched her body. For it turned out that Zhang Wangshi had already died!

  Zhao Cheng stepped forward and said with a sigh: "Zhang Wang's family also counts as being for...

  Protect us all from death, this time we will all bear the funeral together!

  Everyone cheered!

  Seven days later, at night, Zhang Wang stood alone in the dark fog, feeling a little scared, with everything around her gray and blurry, unable to see anything clearly.

  Faintly heard are the sounds of crying and musical instruments. Amidst the floating sounds, a song is transmitted: "In whose home in the wilderness, gathering souls without distinction between good and evil. Why does the ghostly elder urge us on, now we cannot tarry even for a moment."

  "Whose family has died?" Zhang Wang's ears were no stranger to this kind of sound, it was the dirge played at a dead person's home.

  A gust of night wind blows in, cold to the bone, the whole body sways, almost wanting to drift away with the wind.

  Zhang Wang suddenly realized that he had actually died, and a huge panic arose in his heart.

  She looked around, thinking that they had sung so many times in the village, why hadn't the envoy from the village come to take her away yet?

  The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became. In fact, she also understood that with so many people dying every year, how could a small herb like mugwort possibly carry away all those souls?