Fight the Ghost 09

The Hanged Ghost never expected that this lunatic would actually pull out another wooden token, and it was engraved with the Five Thunder Decree! What was even more terrifying was that this man tied the token to his own body using a rope soaked in chicken blood!

Although Fang Zhiyi's skills were not enough to summon lightning, just a consecrated Five Thunder Decree was enough to make the Hanged Ghost jump around in agony.

He and the rat demon squatted to the side, watching the Hanged Ghost twitching in mid-air. The sounds it made were more bizarre than ever, making it impossible to tell if it was crying or laughing.

"Daoist Master, it... it looks like it's dying," Xiao Bai said hesitantly.

Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. This little trick won't kill it."

"Then what do we do next?"

"Even if I can't kill it, I'm going to make it hurt! It actually dared to ride on my head!"

Xiao Bai cast a sympathetic glance at the Hanged Ghost. Although demons and ghosts were both supernatural beings, it couldn't help but feel a bit of pity right now. Why did you have to provoke him?

Seeing Fang Zhiyi pull out another handful of talismans, the Hanged Ghost was finally terrified.

"I was wrong! I was wrong, Daoist Master! I was wrong!" It simply couldn't understand how this person, who looked like nothing more than a poor boy, turned out to be a Daoist priest!

Fang Zhiyi held the talismans in one hand and pointed at it with the other. "Come on, get down here right now!"

"No, no, no, Daoist Master, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"You've been waiting here for me all this time, huh? Playing the waiting game with your Daoist Master, do you even have the strength for that?"

"No, Daoist Master, I can't leave..."

Fang Zhiyi didn't care about that. "Let me tell you, from now on in this territory, even a dragon has to coil up and a tiger has to lie down. Do you understand?"

The Hanged Ghost couldn't nod, so it could only shake its body desperately. "Understood, Daoist Master! Understood!"

"I'll let you off for today. From now on, whenever you see me, you better respectfully call me Daoist Master! Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!"

The Hanged Ghost wore a miserable expression, making its already twisted face look even uglier.

Seeing that Fang Zhiyi was about to leave, it breathed a sigh of relief. However, Fang Zhiyi suddenly turned back around. "By the way, what exactly did you do wrong?"

"I-I-I shouldn't have had any bad intentions toward you, Daoist Master! I shouldn't have tried to bewitch you into becoming my scapegoat!" the Hanged Ghost hurriedly answered.

"Bullshit! Your mistake was riding on my neck!" Fang Zhiyi roared in anger.

The Hanged Ghost almost burst into tears. "Please let me go, Daoist Master, I was really wrong!" Whether it was the talismans or the magical tools, although they couldn't scatter her soul, the feeling of wishing for death was even worse than having her soul destroyed.

Watching the Hanged Ghost get beaten up again by Fang Zhiyi with yellow talismans, Xiao Bai silently took a step back.

Thank goodness. Thank goodness it hadn't provoked him from the very beginning.

Outside the He family's door, that little ghost was still squatting there. It was already midnight. The little ghost's eyes darted around until it suddenly spotted a night traveler. It followed without hesitation, then jumped onto the traveler's back, hanging its entire body onto the person.

The oblivious traveler walked away, carrying the wandering ghost.

Not long after he left, Fang Zhiyi swaggered into the vicinity. He searched around but didn't see the little ghost from that day. This made Fang Zhiyi somewhat annoyed, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to head back for the time being.

The next day, while wandering outside, Fang Zhiyi heard that the porter from the east end of town, Ah Zhen, had suddenly fallen ill. He seemed to have gone mad, grabbing and eating whatever he could get his hands on.

"Isn't this an opportunity?" Fang Zhiyi hurriedly put on his clothes. At his request, Xiao Bai transformed into a handsome young man and consciously carried all of his belongings on his back.

When Fang Zhiyi arrived, Ah Zhen's house was in chaos. The front door was left wide open, and many people were crowded at the entrance watching the commotion. Fang Zhiyi squeezed his way in with great effort and saw Ah Zhen with red eyes, desperately stuffing cornbread into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, and he stretched out his neck, trying hard to swallow.

"He probably ran into a ghost," an old man said, shaking his head.

"Yes, I heard that this is what happens when a starving ghost possesses someone."

"We don't have any masters who can exorcise ghosts around here, what should we do?"

Seeing Ah Zhen's family running around in a panic, Fang Zhiyi was just about to speak when he saw a guy holding a fortune-telling banner squeeze his way in.

"Make way! Let me take a look!"

The crowd turned around, and upon seeing the man's attire, they immediately cleared a path.

Ah Zhen was not fated to die! An expert had actually arrived at this time!

Fang Zhiyi knew with just one glance that this guy was a fraud. The original owner of his body had also spent a high price buying talismans from him, but they were completely useless, and he was almost dragged into a pond by a wild ghost.

"Oh, this is a possession by an evil spirit." The man stroked his goatee in a pretentious manner.

Ah Zhen's family hurriedly asked, "Master, please save him!"

"This is a bit difficult to handle..." The master revealed a trace of hesitation on his face.

Ah Zhen's wife instantly understood his meaning. "We can pay you!"

Hearing about money, the master's expression softened. "It's not about the money. Even if you give me money, I'll just use it to help others..."

Although he said this, he still reached out his hand.

As a porter, he usually just ran errands and delivered goods for others. How could his family have much money? Ah Zhen's wife and elderly mother scraped together for a long time just to gather a handful of copper coins. The wife gritted her teeth and even took off the silver hairpin from her dowry.

Only then did the master take them with satisfaction. "Alright, since I happened to encounter this, it shows that I have an affinity with your family. Leave this matter to me!"

"Daoist Master, are we going to just leave him be?" Xiao Bai asked in a low voice.

Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Do you think anything I say right now will be of any use? Look at these people."

They were all ordinary commoners. Seeing the master's transcendent and immortal-like appearance, they already believed him for the most part. If Fang Zhiyi stepped forward now, he would probably just be seen as a troublemaker.

Fang Zhiyi watched coldly as the master muttered something incomprehensible, then performed a trick of igniting a paper talisman barehanded. This action left the crowd filled with admiration.

"The tricks of these charlatans really are classic in any world," Fang Zhiyi shook his head.

Immediately after, the Daoist performed a trick of fetching objects from thin air. He talked about begging the immortals for medicine, and with a flip of his hand, a red pill appeared in his palm. He then told Ah Zhen's wife to pry open Ah Zhen's mouth and force it down.

In reality, there was no need for that at all, because right now Ah Zhen wanted to take a bite out of anything he saw, except for the tables and chairs.

After swallowing the pill, he really did stop moving, and his eyes became unfocused.

"It worked? This guy actually has some skills!" Xiao Bai's eyes widened.

Fang Zhiyi gave him a helpless look. "How exactly did you become a demon? How can you be so dense?"

"Huh?"

"It's bullshit. That technique is just a magic trick, and that pill... is laced with a knockout drug." Fang Zhiyi's gaze was fixed tightly on the fake master. "What a despicable trick."