Chapter 27: How Could You Eat Him!?
The middle-aged monk frowned tightly, a sudden sense of unease rising in his heart. He had just walked out from under the waterfall and was preparing to furrow his brows and calculate when his chest suddenly ached sharply, making him spit out a large puddle of black-red blood.
The black-red blood sprayed onto the clear river surface, immediately turning the river water turbid. Moments later, grass carp floated up belly-up one after another.
The middle-aged monk clutched his chest, both shocked and angry: “Someone actually broke my incantation!”
His face darkened, and he immediately turned back to the shore, rummaging through the clothes scattered on the riverbank to find a necklace strung with more than a dozen infant skulls.
On it, the two skulls closest to the center had already cracked open.
“Damn it! The Kuman Thong I painstakingly refined! It’s actually destroyed just like that! Who?! Who exactly?!” The middle-aged monk’s eyes bulged in rage, as if spewing fire, heartbroken and furious.
In his lifetime, he had refined only ten Kuman Thong that could be considered powerful! This time, two were directly destroyed!
Rage burned away the middle-aged monk’s reason. He set up an altar right there, spreading out his monk robe with the mandala pattern face down on the ground, then took out white ash and five grains from his cloth bag, placed a small incense burner, and devoutly lit three incense sticks.
Immediately after, he took out a small pottery jar emitting a weird stench, engraved with weird runes, and radiating a faint stench and yin energy. He forcefully yanked off the two cracked skulls and carefully placed them into the pottery jar.
After doing all this, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes tightly, and chanted incantations under his breath. The weird totems on his body wriggled strangely along with the incantations from his mouth.
The sky suddenly darkened, and a wisp of pitch-black smoke slowly drifted out from the small pottery jar.
“Delusion is the seed of ignorance, anger is the fierce fire that burns, greed becomes the bone-devouring maggot, heart demons exchange for rebirth, follow my will into depravity, Avici is your gate, Om Mani Padme Hum! Go!”
The middle-aged monk suddenly opened his eyes, bit his fingertip, and flicked three drops of blood into the pottery jar.
Accompanied by a “sizzle” sound, the smoke that had been drifting out slowly suddenly accelerated, disappearing before him in the blink of an eye.
The middle-aged monk’s face was pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His throat emitted bursts of strange and eerie laughter: “No matter who destroyed my Kuman Thong, they will pay the price!”
At that moment, in the Jiang family, in Nan Yuanman’s room.
At the moment the little girl shouted that sentence, a strong sense of crisis made Nan Yuanman quickly pull out the coffin binding rope, instinctively whipping toward the two small black pottery jars she had gotten from the Meng family.
The black pottery jars cracked open with a sound, and the ashes inside instantly spilled out, revealing the tiny corpse wrapped in black-yellow talismans hidden within the ashes.
Nan Yuanman’s small face was tense, her chubby little hands swinging the coffin binding rope.
The little corpse that fell out first was instantly snapped in half at the waist, and the talisman wrapping its corpse ignited spontaneously without fire.
The little girl suffered a heavy blow, her soul body shaking violently. She let out a miserable howl and collapsed motionless beside Zhuang Zhuang.
Zhuang Zhuang’s eyes nearly split: “Xiao Chun!”
The next moment, a burst of black smoke suddenly rose from the corpse that had been snapped in half at the waist.
The instant the smoke appeared, Zhuang Zhuang immediately screamed loudly: “Uncle Tian! She hurt Xiao Chun! Hurry and help me kill her! Kill her!”
Nan Yuanman gripped the coffin binding rope, her fair little face full of seriousness, her small body muscles tense, vigilantly staring at the smoke gradually gathering into a black human shadow.
She could feel that the mass of smoke in front of her, gradually forming a humanoid shape, was a very powerful fierce ghost.
His soul emitted a very strong foul stench, with extremely heavy killing karma. Not only was he an evil person in life, but after death he was an evil ghost, his strength hundreds of times stronger than Zhou Ying who had just fallen into becoming a fierce ghost.
Nan Yuanman immediately judged that she couldn’t beat this fierce ghost in front of her.
What to do?
Run?
But if she ran, the entire Jiang family would be eaten by the fierce ghost.
Call for help?
She didn’t have Zhang Shimian’s contact information either!
What to do, Grandpa!
After the fierce ghost coalesced into humanoid form, it ignored Zhuang Zhuang who was frantically yelling, instead staring greedily at Nan Yuanman with eyes full of avarice, its voice hoarse and aged: “Innate yin body… Ha… The crazy old man finally did one good deed.”
“As long as I devour you, my cultivation can advance another level.”
With those words, it pounced directly toward Nan Yuanman, its scarlet ghost eyes full of excitement, its mouth gaping enormously, wanting to swallow Nan Yuanman whole in one bite.
Nan Yuanman’s pupils shrank sharply, scared into wailing by the ferocious big mouth. Her two short legs spun like windfire wheels, darting and jumping around the room: “Aaaah! Don’t come over!!”
While fleeing, she didn’t forget to swing the coffin binding rope in her hand hard.
Her free hand wasn’t idle either, fumbling into the cloth bag for talismans. She pulled out a heavenly lightning talisman and threw it backward, her little mouth chanting rapidly: “Heaven round, earth square, nine chapters of laws and decrees, I command the brush to descend, all ghosts hide! Go!”
The fierce ghost looked up, and a heavenly lightning talisman smashed toward its face.
With a “crack,” the heavenly lightning talisman that landed on its soul body exploded instantly. The powerful shockwave shattered everything in the room in an instant, things crashing to the floor with clatters. The glass that fell shattered everywhere, shards slicing Nan Yuanman’s forehead and arms.
Nan Yuanman rolled on the spot, hiding behind the sofa to dodge the shock from the explosion.
She sneakily poked her little head out from behind the sofa, looking toward the explosion center in fright: “Dead… right aaaah!!”
Before she finished speaking, she felt intense yin energy approaching from behind. Like a bristling cat, her little hand reacted extremely quickly, poking backward.
A pale greenish hand grabbed her wrist. The fierce ghost, half its face blown off by the heavenly lightning and looking especially ferocious and terrifying, grinned sinisterly at her: “I didn’t expect you to have a heavenly lightning talisman. If your cultivation were a bit higher than mine, I might have capsized in the gutter. Unfortunately…”
It slowly cracked open its big mouth, biting toward Nan Yuanman’s head: “You have no chance.”
Nan Yuanman: “!!!”
Too close! She couldn’t dodge!!
“Grandpa! Save me—!” Nan Yuanman closed her eyes in fright and shouted instinctively.
At the critical moment, a short and hunched figure suddenly appeared in front of her, raising a hand to smash a fist into the fiercely ghost’s gaping mouth.
“Roar roar roar—!” Old Master Nan roared angrily and pounced to fight the fierce ghost.
He was utterly furious, showing no mercy in his attacks on the fierce ghost. His sharp fingernails tore at the fierce ghost’s soul body, stuffing the torn pieces into his own mouth.
The fierce ghost was stunned. How the hell was there a Purple Zombie?!
This thing wasn’t eroded by yin energy or disturbed by grievance, existing outside the Six Paths, a natural nemesis to them!
Damn it! Aren’t Purple Zombies supposed to hide in deep mountains and old forests? Aren’t they the same kind? Why was this Purple Zombie madly protecting this little girl?!
Feeling its soul body being torn, the fierce ghost was shocked and furious, quickly counterattacking Old Master Nan.
Old Master Nan’s chest was poked with a hole, and one hand was broken, but he remained fiercely battle-ready, ignoring his own wounds and single-mindedly devouring it.
Nan Yuanman, who had escaped death, was delighted: “Grandpa! I’ll help you!”
She gripped the coffin binding rope tightly, her small body leaping up swiftly to cooperate with Old Master Nan in whipping the fierce ghost.
Seeing the situation turn bad, the fierce ghost turned to flee.
“Now that you’re here, don’t leave!” Nan Yuanman pulled out several ghost locking talismans and smashed them onto it. When the ghost locking talismans bound the fierce ghost’s soul body, Old Master Nan immediately pounced, devouring it in big gulps.
“No… No!!!” The fierce ghost’s eyes widened in terror, screaming and wailing. In the blink of an eye, its soul was completely devoured by Old Master Nan.
Old Master Nan wiped his mouth, patted his round bulging stomach, and let out a burp: “Burp~”
Nan Yuanman, who had witnessed everything: “!!!”
“Grandpa!! How could you eat him?! How do you feel? Does your body feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Nan Yuanman anxiously paced in circles, grabbing his hand and examining him up and down.
Old Master Nan grunted, just about to comfort Nan Yuanman, when his round bulging stomach suddenly protruded with a ferocious ghost face.
Nan Yuanman: “!!!”
