Vengeful spirits seeking revenge

  "Xia Mingfeng, did you not think it would be me?", Zhang Xiaoshan said with a gloomy face, staring straight at Xia Mingfeng.

  "Aren't you dead?! I saw you take your last breath with my own eyes! How can you appear here?! How is this possible?!", Xia Mingfeng's tone was urgent, his voice trembling.

  "What you said is right, I'm dead! So what else can appear in front of you except a ghost?"

  Zhang Xiaoshan's face suddenly turned ferocious, the green glow on his face turned red, and Zi Tong was shocked. That was the aura of a fierce ghost, but why didn't she notice it at first?

  Zi Tong is now almost certain that the corpse oil was put into the lard by Zhang Xiaoshan, but who helped him cover up the soul's light? His deep Taoist practice actually allowed himself to be deceived as well.

  When Zhang Xiaoshan said he was a ghost, Xia Mingfeng suddenly collapsed to the ground, his legs went soft and he could only squirm on the ground like a maggot.

  "Are you also afraid?! When you did those inhumane things back then, was there ever a moment when you felt fear?!"

  Zhang Xiaoshan let out a loud roar, stretching out his instantly rotting hands to flash in front of Xia Mingfeng's face, just about to grab his neck when a beam of light struck his hand. In an instant, the rotten flesh wrapped around white congealed and hissed as it emitted smoke. Zhang Xiaoshan let out a painful howl and quickly retreated, crashing into the wall behind him with a "thud".

  Zi Tong's cold eyes swept a glance at Xia Mingfeng, who had wet his pants in fright, and then turned to stare at Zhang Xiaoshan's rotten face. "You even deceived me! Have you thought of the consequences?!"

  Ziyan resented Zhang Xiaoshan for using her sympathy to release the fierce ghosts under the Golden Buddha, and if those fierce ghosts harmed anyone on Yueya Island, the sin would be hers.

  She is not afraid of evil intentions or retribution, because she is the destined demon hunter, so those hardships will befall on the people she cares about most, such as Wan Rou or Luo Yi.

  "I don't want to deceive you! But I won't be able to see my girlfriend if I don't use this method!", Zhang Xiaoshan's hand was still shaking and smoking, his voice was hoarse, it seemed that Zitian's last move was not light.

  "You still want to deceive me?!", Ziyan's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

  As he spoke, the flower finger appeared, and the Buddha's light flickered. As soon as the light was about to hit Zhang Xiaoshan, a figure blocked it in front of him. A sharp cry was heard, and Wan Rou fell to the ground. A white shadow was blown away to one side, directly knocking over the wine rack, and various foreign wines spilled all over the floor.

  "Poetic skill?!", Zhang Xiaoshan rushed over, but was stuck to the ghost's body by the Buddhist light, and instantly their bodies merged together.

  Buddha's light can be fatal to ghosts, but harmless to humans. Ziyan helps Wenrou up. Earlier, she only cared about Luo Yi not being possessed, but didn't think that Wenrou would fall for it instead. The one who suffered the loss was the host's yang energy and the parasite's yin energy.

  "Wanyu, are you okay?", Zitian checked Wanyu and let out a sigh of relief when he saw her lightly shaking her head.

  At this time, Luo Yi rushed in hastily, wearing gloves and panting. "Zi Tong! There are so many female ghosts outside! Even Wan Rou has been possessed!"

  "It doesn't matter! I've already beaten him!", Zi Tong said coldly, noticing that Wan Rou's eyes flickered with a tangled mix of love and hatred as she looked at Xia Mingfeng.

  "Zi Tong! Don't hurt them!", Wan Rou grasped Zi Tong's hand, pleading as she looked at Zhang Xiaoshan and Xu Shiayi who were being tormented by the Buddha's light, their figures already blurry. "They were all killed by others!"

  As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen men and women kicked open the door with one foot, stretched out their hands and slowly squeezed in, all of them swarming up to Xia Mingfeng who was sitting on the ground.

  "Stop the commotion!", Zi Tong shouted loudly, using a transparent water ripple-shaped screen to block in front of Xia Mingfeng. Those men and women who collided with the screen let out a scream and retreated to the door.