Chapter 22: The Weeping Blood Spirit

  This discovery made my heart even more anxious, the situation became more and more complicated, as if there was an invisible force, borrowing power to strike back. We, a group of seemingly intelligent people, have become pawns, with a feeling that every step is being calculated in advance. But for now, the most urgent thing is to calm down Nan Village's heart and let the project start smoothly; no matter what happens later, it will be out of control.

  Following this unclean little tail, I took a closer look and found it was a small jester. This is not what worries me. What makes me think deeply is who exactly put this little jester behind the Taoist priest's back.

  The old man's words of persuasion had an effect, and the situation was brought under control. I immediately reported the situation to the boss along with Old Qian, and asked the boss and Old Guo from the police station to say a few words as well. The boss was very pleased, thinking that we had handled things well, and implied that since he had entrusted us with the project in front of everyone in Nan Village, we should take full responsibility for it. He told us to handle small matters on our own, but to come to him for big decisions. Old Qian and I agreed, but the real reason for saying this was that I was worried that if the authorities intervened too early, things would become irreversible.

  Lao Qian said, "This is even better, originally we were treated as two people, now we're being treated as three." I said, "This is the time to test your leadership skills. We'll handle things well and when the time comes, we'll go back. The thickness of that ticket will be up to you, I'm only looking for you, my direct supervisor." Lao Qian said, "Damn it, if they don't give us equal treatment, we'll shut their door at that time."

  I made a special trip to see the new home for the restless spirits, and there was still some lingering smoke, which didn't feel right in my heart. From the perspective of the underworld, this is indeed a major migration, leaving behind everything familiar, and it's inevitable that there would be some sadness.

  The gloomy atmosphere is in stark contrast with this corner, which seems out of place compared to the bustling construction site. Understandably so, as the aura here is too depressing.

  At night, I feel anxious and restless, always feeling like something is going to happen.

  Suddenly heard a faint sound from one corner of the construction site, hurriedly shook awake Old Qian, and the two quickly ran towards the construction site.

  Still a distance from the construction site, I found that what had been burned down by the white flames during the day was actually a corner of the paper house building. A series of mournful cries came continuously, and my heart cried out in alarm, something's gone wrong, quickening my pace.

  Arrived at the southern corner, my heavens, it was a residence of wind and dust. Holding the Ghost Sun Blade, it was a chaotic dance of flying shadows, in the midst of a thrilling slaughter. The Ghost Sun Blade could take lives, and with one slash, a miserable cry filled the air, as the southern corner became a scene of bloody rain and gore. In the recesses, dark ghosts had originally gathered in heaps, and naturally, they grew more numerous by the minute. Yet, on the side, the Old Daoist of White Day was unexpectedly bound by ropes, kneeling to the side, with the little rogue following behind him watching.

  The old Daoist's whole body trembled, his face as pale as death. Since ancient times, the Dao has been the nemesis of ghosts, but now, it was the Dao who knelt on the side, this scene made people suddenly feel extremely cold and eerie.

  I shouted loudly in front of me, but under my feet was a sticky patch. My god, blood flowed like a river, and the stench filled the sky.

  With one swift step, I grasped the copper bell in my hand and stepped on the lotus flower, dashing to the front of Feng Chen's residence. I seized his wrist with a firm grip, pinching three inches above his wrist, and shouted loudly: "Why do you repeatedly stir up trouble, wanting to create great chaos? Originally, this matter was settled, but you've let blood flow again like a river. At this time, we cannot tolerate you any longer."

  The wind and dust settled, but it was as if teeth were biting the tip of the tongue, with a low humming noise in the mouth. The whole body twisted and turned, with blood and water flowing non-stop from the corner of the mouth. The hair on the head was disheveled and covered in ash, with eyes that had lost all their luster, becoming dull and lifeless. However, the Ghost Sun Knife emitted a terrifying white glow, flashing incessantly. The bloodstains on the knife flowed down as soon as they came into contact with it, and the knife remained spotless.

  "What's the meaning of 'Feng Chen Residence'?" I shouted again, and suddenly felt that the pulse at the three-inch place of Feng Chen Residence was abnormal, and it was like a galloping horse. This kind of pulse is feared to be unbearable for me to take action, and he will die from a broken pulse by himself.

  No, this is strange, something has changed.

  The wind and dust still did not make a sound, but still tightly bit the tip of his tongue. Damn it, biting himself, not letting himself speak, what's wrong with this?

  Isn't this person a mortal? Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. The copper bell in my arms was quiet and still, I thought that there were no fierce ghosts here, of course, there is another possibility, that is, the evil spirit here far exceeded what I could see with my half-closed eyes and the effect and power of the copper bell, so, naturally, there was no warning.

  Take another look at the old Taoist, who is now shaking even more violently. Seeing us, his eyes begged for help, his face was ashen, and he seemed to have been frightened out of his wits. I didn't dare to be careless, so I made a swift turn from the tip of the lotus leaf straight into its center, and spun in front of the old Taoist. I asked: "Who tied you up? What's going on?"

  The old Taoist's teeth clicked against his lips, but it was actually self-inflicted, with blood flowing non-stop. His eye sockets were already cracked, and his entire face looked more terrifying than a fierce ghost. It seemed that he had been frightened by something, yet he was still being controlled by extremely fast movements. The little rascal behind him, however, had no expression on his face, standing upright and doing his job without caring about what was happening in front of or behind him. Generally, the smaller rascals would show some fear when they saw me, but this little rascal was different, seemingly oblivious to everything, only focusing on doing its job.

  The old man struggled desperately and squeezed out three "ah"s from his mouth, "So many ghosts!"

  It's really funny, Taoist priests are afraid of ghosts, and there are still many ghosts.

  The old man's head tilted to one side, and he fell silent. I approached him and touched his nose, his breath was as thin as a strand of silk, it seemed that someone had extracted his true yuan.

  The wind and dust settled at this moment, the knife stopped in mid-air, his whole body covered in blood, the bleeding wouldn't stop, he didn't know if it was the blood of the one he killed or his own blood, he had become a bloody person.

  "Who dares to make trouble and harm the Yang family?" I shouted loudly.

  "Haha, I thought it was some kind of immortal, but it's just a lecherous little man. What are you shouting about? Shut up!" The gloomy laughter and the sudden gust of dark wind made the trees sway wildly, as if a black cloud was pressing down on his head, making him feel like he couldn't even breathe.

  In an instant, amidst the crackling sounds, yet in an orderly manner, a large group of people and horses fell down. Good heavens, this might be what Lao Dao meant by "many ghosts".

  There were actually several hundred people, filling the entire construction site. Old Qian tightly grasped my hand and whispered, "Damn it, there are so many of them! Li Xin, don't be afraid. We'll fight one for one, or two for one if we have to. Listen to your orders, and we'll charge forward. The last time's score hasn't been settled yet."

  I lightly touched Old Qian's elbow, at this critical moment, having such a friend makes one feel at ease. I whispered, "Don't make any sudden moves, people are afraid of ghosts, but this doesn't seem like a little ghost."

  Hundreds of people were dressed in bright clothes, but they became a mess, yet they unified into one voice. In the midst, they surrounded a woman with luxurious clothing, who seemed to be their leader. Everyone held their breath and stood still, as if carved from the same mold. I've been through three months of military training, but I've never seen such discipline and strictness.

  The sound just now was made by the woman. At this time, she had a smile on her face, and it's not bad to say that she was extremely beautiful. But upon closer comparison, Li Yan's beauty was natural, while Yue Guanglin's beauty was heavenly and uniform. The beauty of this woman, however, lay in her figure and temperament, with an unspoken majesty and elegance.

  The woman's jade hand waved, like a command. The surrounding crowd of men and women, the men handsome, the women elegant, suddenly transformed into blooming white lotus flowers, like flowers bursting open, all holding willow branches in their hands, waving them into flower shapes. Without any unusual sounds or chaotic forms, an astonishing unity emerged behind the woman's back in an instant. In just a moment, the bloodstains on the ground disappeared completely, and the surroundings returned to silence. But under my feet, it was spotless. Just as I was wondering, the woman's hands clapped together again, and they gathered around her once more, like when they first arrived. This process was neat, without any noise, and swift and clean, like lightning.

  Oh no, it looks like we've really run into the real deal this time. They're shouting "ghosts" just like we would shout "the wolf is coming". But now, I'm afraid the wolf might have actually arrived. Judging from the situation, they seem to be extremely well-trained and organized.

  Always standing with his hands hanging down and holding a knife, Feng Chenju's body suddenly swelled up with a "pa" sound. His body shook, and I couldn't believe my eyes. A slender woman had actually separated from Feng Chenju's body, holding the Guiyang knife and handing it to the woman in the middle with a curtsy. She said softly: "Dongzhu examined carefully, not even a hint of yin spirit."

  The woman slightly raised her eyelids and waved her hand, and another woman in a white dress holding a knife retreated to the side.

  The wind and dust settled, and from head to toe, he was covered in a layer of dust like sifting flour, shaking non-stop. It seemed that in his heart, he was terribly afraid of the woman in front of him.

  The little henchman behind Lao Dao slightly saluted the woman in the middle with a slight bow, "Reporting to the Cave Master, nothing unusual, just said what needed to be said."

  My goodness! I thought I was clever and had everything planned out perfectly, but it turns out that all of this has been under someone else's control the whole time.

  Old Qian whispered in my ear, "Damn it, this guy is just like our old boss Sunzi!"

  My heart was racing to the extreme, Old Qian seemed to be kind-hearted and trying to calm my nerves. But when I encountered the real deal, the copper bell seemed useless in scaring people away, so I remained still. My right foot was firmly planted on the lotus heart, while my left foot was slightly raised, stepping on the lotus tip. This was the best escape technique taught by Qing Shan Dao Zhang, which could quickly transform into a lotus flower shape and help me flee swiftly. But judging from the current situation, I wondered if this move would be effective in dealing with these minor evil spirits.

  At this time, Old Qian suddenly shouted: "What's wrong with you, making such a fuss, do you think we're afraid of you? If you scare us like this again, I'll call 110!" The old Daoist who was kneeling on the side, when he first saw us, was also very arrogant and pretended to be very confident, thinking that he could really deceive us. But at this time, I clearly saw that his knees, which were still kneeling, slowly and unconsciously moved towards us, as if in his heart, currently, there were only these two people in front of him who were reliable. The little rascal behind him didn't move, just staring at the old Daoist. The old Daoist slowly moved to our side, and the little rascal took a step forward and also stood beside us.

  Damn it! I secretly cursed, earlier we were still some distance away from this guy, and I was thinking of quickly pulling Old Qian to escape. But now, we've been ruined by this deceitful Taoist's clever trick, turning our initial confrontation with the woman in front of us into being watched over by her again. Damn it, there are always those self-proclaimed smartasses who mess things up!

  Old Qian's words had just fallen when a cold laugh was heard.

  It was a woman's voice, and then a clear and melodious sound came over, really hadn't heard such a clear and crisp sound before, like the sound of jade hitting the spring, every word entered the ear, a rare auditory enjoyment. But the content of those words was chilling to the bone, making people want to shatter their bones!