Fighting Ghost 019

The sky was just beginning to brighten. Fang Zhiyi rubbed his eyes, got up, and made his bed before slowly walking out. As he passed by He Yuling's boudoir, he deliberately took a glance. He Yuling's corpse was still hanging in the room, looking absolutely terrifying.

But for Fang Zhiyi, he had seen this kind of thing plenty of times, and it wasn't like he hadn't fought them before.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded. On one side, He Yuling hung there with eyes wide open in unyielding grievance; on the other, Fang Zhiyi fetched water and washed up as if he were in his own home. Only when he had finished everything did he pat his bottom and leisurely walk out of the He family's front gate.

During the day, he wasn't afraid of that thing. Moreover, Little Bai should be back today. When the time comes, he could just trick it into dealing with He Yuling. Perfect!

However, the moment Fang Zhiyi pushed open the door to his own house, a flash of bright red blocked his vision.

"You motherf..." Fang Zhiyi was shocked. He immediately took a step back, coming face-to-face with that ashen, ghostly visage. He looked up at the sky. That's right, it was daytime, but...

He Yuling didn't have that many thoughts; she just reached out and grabbed him by the neck.

"Fuck, died from betrayal and murder, extremely fierce!"

Fang Zhiyi felt a bit frustrated. Clearly, because of his previous actions, He Yuling seemed even fiercer than before. A ghost that could attack during the day was much more ruthless than a regular malicious spirit!

In just a moment, the scene before his eyes changed. The sky was still dark, and he was now standing inside He Yuling's boudoir. He Yuling hung there quietly, her face drooping as she looked at him with an incredibly bizarre expression, as if she were smiling.

Fang Zhiyi subconsciously took a step back. A pair of hands rested on his shoulders. With just a glance from the corner of his eye, pitch-black, slender nails came into view.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle..." A creepy sound emanated from behind Fang Zhiyi.

"Is this the illusion you see when you encounter a ghost?" Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself. He didn't turn around. It wasn't like he hadn't watched horror movies before; if he turned around, he would definitely have a close encounter with He Yuling's vengeful spirit. It was better not to seek out that kind of thrill.

Those hands suddenly tightened, and Fang Zhiyi felt himself suffocating.

"Why don't you go die? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this..."

A resentful voice echoed in his ears.

At this moment, a third He Yuling appeared. She sat happily on the edge of the bed, adorning her hair with accessories and wearing a wedding dress, as if she were getting married the next day. However, upon seeing Fang Zhiyi, her expression suddenly turned ugly. She walked over quickly and viciously grabbed Fang Zhiyi's neck as well.

The He Yuling hanging there just watched coldly, still wearing that bizarre smile on her face.

"I am the eldest miss of the He family. All of you must be buried with me, buried with me!"

Fang Zhiyi felt a bit of a headache. He knew this was an illusion, but the suffocating feeling of being strangled was real.

His eyes darted around with effort, trying to find a handy weapon. Not to kill He Yuling—he didn't have the ability to do that—but killing himself was an option.

If he was killed by a malicious spirit, he would most likely be devoured or turned into its puppet. But if he did it himself, he would still have a fighting chance!

It wasn't like he hadn't done it before!

Just then, the originally pitch-black night sky was suddenly torn open by something. The sudden burst of sunlight caused He Yuling to subconsciously let go and back away. Fang Zhiyi felt the suffocation around his neck instantly fade away, and he turned his head.

"Who are you?"

The scene before him rapidly shifted, and Fang Zhiyi finally saw clearly that he was slumped at the doorway of his own house, with two loops of red string wrapped around his neck.

Then, he noticed a young man looking him up and down.

It was obvious that when he was nearly strangled to death by the illusion, this person had saved him.

"Thanks a lot." Fang Zhiyi gasped for air, having almost met his end.

The young man, however, made a bizarre movement. His body didn't move, but his neck suddenly stretched out, thrusting his entire face right in front of Fang Zhiyi, face-to-face: "Who are you? Who are you?"

Fang Zhiyi froze for a moment: "I'm your daddy!" He instantly sprang up, turned around, and snatched up a spirit tablet to hold in his hand.

This Jiang Town sure was lively. One ghost had just left, and now a demon had arrived!

The young man had no reaction to Fang Zhiyi's actions; he just kept asking, "Who are you?"

Fang Zhiyi was a bit puzzled. He tilted his head and looked at the demon. "This Daoist master is named Fang Zhiyi. If you'd like, you can call me foster father."

Upon hearing this, the young man instantly retracted his neck, muttering under his breath, "Fang Zhiyi, Fang Zhiyi, Fang Zhiyi." Then, he turned and walked away.

"Eh?" Fang Zhiyi was dumbfounded. He was a bit confused about the situation now.

But compared to that, how to deal with He Yuling was the real problem. This ghost's abilities were far more terrifying than he had imagined; even he was almost killed.

A whole day passed, and Little Bai still hadn't returned. Little Hei wasn't very willing to go out and look either, saying it felt like something was watching it.

Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to painstakingly draw a magic array. He didn't know if it would be useful, but he was already prepared to fight a ghost as a ghost.

As an ordinary person, I can't beat you, but as a ghost, that might not be the case.

Night fell, and that familiar sound of crying and laughing echoed once again. Then, He Yuling, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, drifted through the door.

Fang Zhiyi hadn't even closed the door; there was no point.

"You are going to die." He Yuling's face was extremely contorted. It was likely that the resentment in her heart tormented her every moment. In principle, the more time passed, the heavier her resentment became, and the harder she would be to deal with.

Fang Zhiyi grabbed a woodchopping knife. "If I die, I won't make it easy for you either."

He Yuling let out a "giggle, giggle, giggle" sound.

But right at that moment, her figure paused, and then her entire body was suddenly grabbed and violently slammed onto the ground.

Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment. He saw the young demon from earlier that day appear there. Behind him stood a burly man, who was the one that had just hoisted He Yuling up and smashed her onto the ground.

Having done all this, the burly man turned around with a respectful expression: "Master Chang, this is the place."

Another old man walked in. After merely glancing at the situation inside the room, the old man also turned around: "Great King, this is the place."

Fang Zhiyi's brain momentarily crashed.

Are you guys playing Russian nesting dolls here?

But closely following them, a middle-aged man walked in. His gaze swept past the red-clothed malicious spirit and then lingered on Fang Zhiyi's face.

A moment passed.

"Great King?"

The other three demons looked at Fang Zhiyi in astonishment and doubt.

Fang Zhiyi frowned. After a good while, he said, "Da Huang?"

The middle-aged man walked over gleefully. "Great King! It really is you! That monkey said he would return a Great King to us, and I thought he was tricking me!"

At this moment, He Yuling slowly got up, the venomous resentment on her face not diminishing in the slightest.

"All of you must die!"

"Make her shut up!" Da Huang turned his head and shouted. Master Chang turned to look at his subordinate. The burly man nodded, lifted He Yuling with one hand, and started slapping her directly. Demons had no concept of showing tender affection for the fairer sex.

He Yuling never expected that, as a malicious spirit, she would be lifted up and slapped across the face.

The most crucial point was, it actually hurt quite a bit!