Fighting Ghosts 020

As a malicious ghost who plagued the region, He Yuling was a nightmare to ordinary people and even ordinary Taoist priests.

However, when facing these great demons, she became nothing more than an insignificant nobody with no background and no backing.

"My King, why didn't you come looking for us?" Da Huang's eyes burned brightly. He never expected to see his King's reincarnation again.

"Are you stupid? I'm a mortal. How am I supposed to find you? Risk my life doing it?" Fang Zhiyi retorted. He was right; as a mortal, his starting point was much lower. Being able to interact with ordinary demons like Xiao Bai was already quite an achievement. How could he possibly have the means to connect with great demons? Taking a step back, who even knew where these great demons were hiding?

Seeing an old friend again still made Fang Zhiyi quite happy. Of course, the happiest part wasn't just running into an old acquaintance in a strange place, but rather that he, who always stood up for others, finally got to enjoy the benefits of having a backer today.

He Yuling took a severe beating and was casually tossed out by the demon. Her original voice, which was a mix of crying and laughing, turned into pure weeping. Hearing the cries fade away, Fang Zhiyi inexplicably felt a bit worried about Xiao Bai. Logically, it should have returned by now, but faced with Da Huang's enthusiasm, Fang Zhiyi could only catch up with him first.

After all, there shouldn't be anything nearby that could pose a threat to Xiao Bai.

But gradually, Fang Zhiyi noticed something was wrong. The demon kings under Da Huang were intentionally or unintentionally blocking the door. Every time he stood up, it made Da Huang slightly tense.

Fang Zhiyi abruptly slammed his wine cup down. Despite being a great demon, Da Huang shuddered at the sudden noise.

"Spit it out, what are you hiding from me?"

Da Huang tried to change the subject.

Fang Zhiyi just stared at him until cold sweat beaded on Da Huang's forehead.

"I, I, My King, I..."

Fang Zhiyi stood up. "Before you arrived, I was planning to trade my life for a life. So, even though I am a mortal now, it doesn't mean I am afraid of you."

Seeing him walk toward the door, the snake demon lowered its head but made no move to step aside.

"My King!" Da Huang's voice finally rang out. He took a heavy gulp of wine. "My King, the world is no longer the same as it was a thousand years ago. We great demons cannot interfere with the mortal realm. That rat demon willingly died to take a tribulation in your place, My King! You cannot look into this any further!"

Fang Zhiyi gave him a deep look. "Da Huang, I never thought that after a thousand years, even you would change."

"My King, it's not that Da Huang has changed, it's the world that has changed! The cycle of reincarnation in this mortal realm has its destined rules. For you to live, My King, someone must be willing to die in your place! Even if it were me replacing you, I would be willing!" Da Huang said, somewhat agitated.

"What do you know?" Fang Zhiyi asked, not looking at him.

Da Huang hesitated for a moment. "That day, I went to seek revenge on that monkey as usual. But it wasn't just him there that day; Erlang Shen was also there. The monkey said he would return a King to me, and told me to stop bothering him..."

"But... when I was leaving, he said Jiang Town was destined to face this calamity, and that malicious ghost..." Da Huang glanced at Fang Zhiyi's expression.

"Keep talking."

Da Huang threw caution to the wind. "My King, you can't save everyone. If you don't go out today, this matter will pass. People have to die eventually. If you go out, that rat will have died in vain!"

"How did it die?"

"It..." Da Huang looked hesitant.

It was the snake demon who spoke up instead. "Great King, that rat accidentally entered the immortal gate the day before yesterday and caught a glimpse of heavenly secrets... It knew your lifespan was coming to an end and voluntarily traded its life for yours, Great King..."

Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. He had wanted to push Xiao Bai into the immortal gate, but he never intended for it to trade its life for his.

This rat's nature was hard to change. It had already entered the immortal gate, yet it still ran to peek at heavenly secrets?

A scream came from outside the window, sounding like someone was terribly frightened.

Fang Zhiyi placed his hand on the snake demon's shoulder. "Move."

The snake demon shook its head like a rattle-drum.

The next moment, it realized the demonic energy in its body was being frantically drained into the human before it. The snake demon was horrified and instantly retreated.

Fang Zhiyi's originally mortal body now began to gradually exude an imposing aura.

This was Old Ghost's theory, and it was surprisingly effective.

Feeling the demonic energy rampaging through his body, Fang Zhiyi's eyes gradually became bloodshot.

"My King! A mortal with demonic energy entering their body will certainly die!" Da Huang quickly darted over. "My King, why must you do this..."

Fang Zhiyi's raised hand made him stop dead in his tracks.

"If I came here and nothing changed, then what is the point of my coming?"

"My King, you..."

With every step Fang Zhiyi took, it felt as if his bones were being forcefully crushed by someone, but he did not stop.

"The world of Journey to the West is always this perilous..."

Little Hei patted his shoulder. "Why don't we just forget it?"

"Forget it? Are you insulting me?"

Meanwhile, at Lao Tang's house, he watched as his daughter picked up a kitchen knife with a maniacal laugh, muttering to herself, "I'll hack you to death first, then hack myself to death. Hahahahaha, everyone must die, everyone must die."

"Namo Amitabha..." Lao Tang shivered uncontrollably. Hugging his wife, he never dreamed that these filthy things would actually possess his daughter.

"If I can't kill him, I'll kill you, I'll kill everyone." The possessed woman hummed a little tune as she sharpened the knife. She thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being feared.

Just as she raised the knife with a savage grin, a figure burst through the door and directly kicked her flying.

"Who is it!" The woman turned her head with a ferocious expression, only to see a face even more ferocious than hers.

"Your ancestor!" Enduring the agonizing pain all over his body, Fang Zhiyi stepped forward and slapped a talisman onto the woman. Lao Tang stared blankly as a red-clothed malicious ghost was suddenly ejected from his daughter's body. He screamed in terror and shut his eyes.

"Fang Zhiyi! I hate..."

Before He Yuling could finish her sentence, Fang Zhiyi grabbed her by the hair and began to beat her directly.

"You hate? You messed around yourself, who do you hate? You have terrible taste in men, who do you hate? Did they kill you? You really have no shame, do you? You think you're so great just because you have connections?"

With every question, Fang Zhiyi's fist smashed down. He Yuling was horrified; she didn't understand why Fang Zhiyi had become so terrifying, or why he was able to physically hit her.

When Lao Tang opened his eyes again, the malicious ghost was gone, leaving only a mess on the floor and his unconscious daughter in the house.

However, curses and footsteps could be heard from the street outside. The sounds gradually faded away, accompanied by a woman's pleas for mercy.

As He Yuling fled, she glanced back. Just one look nearly scared her soul away. Behind her, Fang Zhiyi's face was completely twisted, looking even more terrifying than her own.