The Old Monk

The incense had burned nearly halfway down.

The blood-red envelope burned at the same pace as the incense stick.

The enormous Buddha statue grew increasingly sinister, with blood dripping ceaselessly from its eye sockets.

Who knows what would happen if that kowtowing ghost bowed to this Buddha statue.

Wang Ye glanced at the statue, pondering slightly.

In the backyard, the trembling and rattling from the blood-red coffin grew more frequent, making continuous noises.

More and more cracks appeared on the coffin.

On the ground, the torso of the bisected kowtowing ghost kept writhing, its sole remaining eye sweeping the surroundings frantically and searching ceaselessly.

At the temple entrance.

The shadowy figure gradually became clear.

A woman.

Wearing a red bridal gown, with a bronze dagger stabbed into her temple.

Her belly was very swollen, with a hole gouged out at the navel. A baby's head peeked out from the hole, only exposing one eye that ceaselessly scanned its surroundings.

Upon reaching the entrance to the main hall, the woman halted.

The eye of the baby in the bloody cavity on her belly was clearly filled with excitement, vaguely tinged with madness.

Just looking at this woman sent chills throughout Wang Ye's body.

The oppressive aura she exuded was even more terrifying than the bisected corpse in Lin'an City.

Having just used the Ghost Blade, Wang Ye was extremely weary at this moment. Breathing heavily with a somewhat pale complexion.

In Shangjing City.

"Wenqian, are you confident about the matter two days from now?"

Su Changqing's eyes were gloomy as he spoke indifferently.

Su Wenqian laughed disdainfully and arrogantly said: "With Wang Ye gone, the rest in the Logistics Department are just a bunch of trash."

"No, Li Hongtian and Zhou Han are not to be easily provoked." Su Changqing shook his head slightly: "That Li Hongtian is mysterious. His files contain little information. The only time he made a move, he killed a second-level Awakened in seconds."

"Hmph!"

"I've already awakened three times now! Even if Li Hongtian makes a move, I have nothing to fear!"

"Besides, no one knows if he'll even show up after being missing for days."

Su Wenqian said, a trace of greed surfacing on his face: "As for Zhou Han, she's just a slut. If not for her looks, how could she have risen so high?"

As if recalling something, Su Wenqian licked his lips.

"Don't make it too obvious."

Su Changqing looked at Su Wenqian with a slight frown: "Or it'll be hard for me to give an account."

"Hmph, still pretending to take the high ground! After acting for so many years, do you really think you're my father?"

"Just do your job properly. How I act will naturally be for the Inspector General to deal with!"

Hearing Su Changqing's words, Su Wenqian gave a cold laugh, looking at him with mocking eyes.

Su Changqing's expression changed drastically: "Watch your mouth!"

"I'm not even sure if my office is bugged!"

Su Wenqian laughed coldly and glanced at him: "Still a coward after so many years."

With that said, he directly got up and left.

After Su Wenqian's departure, Su Changqing sat silently in his chair without saying a word, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

If not for fearing that old devil Li Xinghe, how could things have come to this!

But this is a good chance to probe Li Xinghe's bottom line. If worse comes to worst...

I'll just push this useless pawn out to die.

Watching Su Wenqian's back, a chill glinted in Su Changqing's eyes.

As the incense slowly burned down, the ghosts outside the main hall grew increasingly restless.

Their moods had clearly become more irritable.

Not long ago, the child monk had even crossed the threshold and charged inside.

The other monks' eyes were also turning redder, swaying their bodies uneasily.

In the backyard, the coffin suddenly exploded.

An old monk wearing monk robes sat up from within, blankly looking around as the hollowness in his eyes gradually regained awareness.

Muttering to himself, the old monk stood up, his monk robes fluttering without wind.

At this time, only one fifth of the incense remained.

The large Buddha statue trembled slightly, with blood continuously gushing from its eyes. Loud thumping sounds emanated incessantly from within, as if something was pounding away inside.

Outside the temple gates, the other half of the kowtowing ghost that Wang Ye had thrown out earlier crawled back inside. The two bisected halves merged, blood and flesh churning as the body started healing.

The terrifying oppressive auras of countless fierce ghosts roiled ceaselessly within the temple.

The vast majority of these existences could easily slaughter Wang Ye in seconds.

Yet for some unknown reason, they all halted at the main hall entrance, not daring to come in.

Wang Ye watched the entrance vigilantly and retreated two steps back.

A sudden Buddha's name resounded.

Amitabha...

The voice came from the rear, and the Buddha's name instantly paralyzed the fierce ghosts.

The kowtowing ghost in the midst of healing was torn apart again into four or five pieces.

The eye of the baby in the belly of the woman in bridal red filled with fear and burrowed deep inside, no longer daring to peek out.

A ghost holding a blank tablet watched as the tablet spontaneously exploded into pieces.

Wang Ye's body also shook violently from the Buddha's name, his face pale as paper as he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Even the red smoke above the incense showed signs of dispersal under the effect of the Buddha's name.

Yet oddly, only the intonation of the Buddha's name could be heard with no sign of the person.

In the backyard...

A tree branch suddenly burst out from the ground, binding itself around the old monk's feet. Its other end connected to the old tree at the temple entrance.

As the soil churned, more and more branches ceaselessly drilled out from underground, tying up the old monk like a dumpling.

Row upon row of teeth grew out from the branches, madly biting into the old monk.

A faint golden light emanated from the old monk's body. No matter how the teeth tore into him, his body showed no damage.

The cloudiness in his gaze gradually regained clarity.

The incense was about to burn out.

Under the stimulation of the Buddha's name, the ghosts at the entrance grew increasingly frenzied, continuously howling.

Finally...

As if bearing some immense pressure, the woman in bridal red strode inside.

It was like a signal.

One after another, the terrifying beings all stepped inside.

Wang Ye's expression changed dramatically as he gritted his teeth.

"Damn mission, this is my last trump card!"

With that said, Wang Ye opened his backpack...