Fight Ghost 021

He Yuling now somewhat understood what it felt like to be chased by a vengeful spirit.

She dove headfirst into the He residence, even shutting the main gates, only to hear Fang Zhiyi pounding on them so hard they shook the heavens.

Every crash nearly scared He Yuling to death; she was truly terrified.

Just when she thought she had escaped disaster, that despair-inducing voice rang out from the top of the wall.

"Let's see where you can run!"

"Oh my god! I was wrong! I admit I was wrong, okay?! I was wrong!"

"You don't know you were wrong, you're just fucking scared!"

The eldest miss of the He family had died. The reason this news spread was because someone had seen He Yuling's ghost.

"I heard Miss He did too many bad things and was punished."

"Huh?"

"Don't doubt it. Did you hear the commotion outside last night?"

"I did."

"I took a secret peek. Miss He's ghost was running for her life, and an evil spirit was chasing and beating her!"

"Yikes, that miserable?"

Soon, people went to the He residence to check and consequently discovered He Yuling's corpse. The He family rushed back upon hearing the news, and Old Master He nearly fainted dead away.

"I said this house was highly ominous. I thought it would be fine if our He family just moved away, but who knew Yuling would actually come back to stay... Heavens!"

To this moment, Old Master He still believed it was the house's fault.

"Go, go invite my worthy nephew over to preside over things." He hadn't forgotten Fang Zhiyi.

However, the servants soon returned to report that Fang Zhiyi was missing.

In his grief, Old Master He didn't overthink it; everything could wait until after his daughter was buried.

On the mountain path, Fang Zhiyi carried the dying vengeful spirit in his hand, grimacing in pain with every step. Yet, he didn't stop. Behind him followed over a dozen demons; all the demons from the Xiangyang Cave who had survived until now had come.

They watched their Great King limping along, and none dared to speak.

Thick fog gradually rose, and the sound of a suona drifted over.

Fang Zhiyi sighed, stood in place, and looked around. The Red and White Curses had appeared once again.

"I knew you wouldn't die that easily. Perfect, I'm burning with anger from the pain right now!"

But when they were about two or three meters away from Fang Zhiyi, the Red Curse lifted the sedan curtain to take a look. Its already deathly pale face quickly shrank back inside, and the White Curse lying in the coffin simply played dead outright.

That person wasn't a big deal, and the vengeful spirit in his hand wasn't a big deal either. But the dozen or so great demons behind him were no joke! Just a moment ago, those dozen terrifying demonic auras had locked onto them.

They were fierce, but not stupid.

They immediately decided to obediently bypass Fang Zhiyi and continue moving forward.

"?" Fang Zhiyi's eyes were red. "Hey!"

The large red sedan chair passed right in front of him. Hearing him speak, the eight sedan bearers obviously quickened their pace significantly.

"Hey? Stop right there!"

Unlike their previous proactive encirclement, the two processions sped up, started to jog, and finally just broke into a wild sprint, vanishing completely up the mountain path.

"Motherfucker." Fang Zhiyi, somewhat frustrated, raised his hand and smacked He Yuling's head. "See that? They're much better at reading the room than you are!"

He Yuling wore a miserable expression; she didn't dare say a word now.

As a vengeful spirit, beatings weren't fatal, so she had truly suffered terribly.

Eventually, Fang Zhiyi carried He Yuling into the Daoist temple. The moment it saw him, the Black Bear Spirit was a bit surprised. Then, seeing the vengeful spirit in Fang Zhiyi's hand, the Black Bear Spirit was full of curiosity. Finally, seeing the great demons filing in one after another, the Black Bear Spirit shrank its neck.

What was going on?

"This one, take care of it for me." Fang Zhiyi tossed He Yuling in front of the statue of the Ancestral Master like throwing out trash. "Don't tell me you don't know how."

The Black Bear Spirit scratched its head and answered honestly, "I really don't know how."

Fang Zhiyi sighed. "I'll tell you step by step, and you do it."

"Alright."

This black bear had one merit: it was obedient. As long as you were familiar with it, it was willing to listen to you, though it could be a bit stubborn sometimes.

The dozen or so demon kings, led by Da Huang, stood quietly in the courtyard watching. They exchanged glances from time to time, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Originally, they had been somewhat skeptical, but now it seemed this human really was their Great King whom they hadn't seen in a thousand years. They just didn't understand why the Great King had reincarnated as a human.

The lengthy ghost-sealing ceremony concluded. He Yuling was incredibly cooperative; she even voluntarily squeezed into that broken jar at the very end. Now, as long as she didn't have to face Fang Zhiyi, she was willing to do anything.

Watching Fang Zhiyi prop his hands on his knees and slowly stand up, his face filled with pain, Ah Huang took a step forward. "Great King, why put yourself through this? A human body is simply incapable of bearing demonic qi... Why not let me..." He reached out his hand, but Fang Zhiyi raised his own to refuse the goodwill.

"Leave."

"Huh?"

"I said, all of you, leave." Fang Zhiyi struggled to raise his head and look at these familiar faces he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Great King..."

"I am Fang Zhiyi, an ordinary person. I have no relation to you, and we do not know each other. Do you understand?"

"Great King? What are you saying! I..."

Fang Zhiyi's eyes were completely bloodshot. "Get lost!!!"

The Black Bear Spirit watched curiously as these great demons all shrank their necks in fear at Fang Zhiyi's shout. It suddenly felt somewhat glad that it hadn't fought Fang Zhiyi that day.

Da Huang looked at Fang Zhiyi's ferocious expression, gave a muffled response, cupped his hands in a salute, and was the first to leave.

He was closely followed by the second, and then the third.

The Black Bear Spirit just watched these great demons leave, and then turned its head to meet Fang Zhiyi's gaze.

"You get lost too."

"Me?" The Black Bear Spirit pointed at its own nose. "No, this is my master's..."

It looked at Fang Zhiyi's completely red pupils and forcefully swallowed the rest of its words.

However, the stubbornness in its bones still made it mutter, "This is our Daoist temple, on what grounds are you telling me to get lost? Even if you just told me to leave, that would be fine..."

"Come back in seven days," Fang Zhiyi said.

The Black Bear Spirit didn't dare provoke him either. It called its two junior brothers and left. Not far away was a vegetable patch; it planned to build a small shed there and stay for a couple of days, which would also allow it to keep an eye on the temple and prevent this Fang Zhiyi from doing anything outrageous.

Little Hei watched as Fang Zhiyi walked laboriously, blood seeping out from the pores on his skin.

"I say, now that the vengeful spirit is dealt with, why don't we just leave?"

Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Last time we came here, despite trying over and over, we couldn't save a woman's life. This time, I've actually been reduced to needing a mouse to die in my place. It's too humiliating."

"But what can you do? Let alone you, even I don't dare to speak loudly in this world." Little Hei was also a bit indignant at this point.

"This world has no Heavenly Dao, right?" Fang Zhiyi asked suddenly.