Chapter 4: Ghost In Front, Corpse Behind
Meanwhile, at the village entrance, the Nan family.
Pouting her buttocks while lying in the coffin, Nan Yuanman, who was sleeping soundly on Old Master Nan’s chest, seemed to hear a terrified scream by her ear.
She jolted awake from her sleep, rubbed her bleary eyes, and slowly sat up. She sat on the coffin in a daze for a while before belatedly coming to her senses. She nervously gripped the small straw doll in her hand and looked around left and right.
She subconsciously spoke up: “Grandpa, it seems like someone just screamed. Yuanman is a little scared. Can you hug Yuanman?”
As soon as she spoke, the hall fell silent.
Yuanman was stunned for a moment, then belatedly remembered that Grandpa was sick and sleeping.
His illness wasn’t better yet, so he couldn’t hug her.
At the same time, the screams by Yuanman’s ear grew clearer and clearer, as if someone was shouting into her ear with a loudspeaker.
Yuanman covered her ears, but the scream penetrated her hands and rang in her ears.
She took a deep breath and patted her chest: “It’s okay, Yuanman is a big five-year-old child, not scared, not scared.”
Yuanman toddled out of the coffin on her short legs: “Grandpa, you be good. Yuanman will go out and take a look, and be right back.”
Nan Yuanman ran to the yard, stood on tiptoe, and looked in the direction the sound came from. She saw the Zheng family, several households away from her house, enveloped in a mass of ominous red mist.
That mist emanated extremely strong grievance, the same source as the grievance emanating from the blood-clothed female ghost she saw in the mourning hall today.
The cause planted by the Zheng family was beginning to bear fruit.
“Oh no!” Nan Yuanman patted her head, suddenly remembering that she had only given Zheng Feiyu the small coffin for protection today. She hadn’t given it to that human trafficker uncle.
He wouldn’t get implicated and settled by the Zheng family too, would he?
Yuanman’s brows furrowed tightly, her small face full of conflict. Should she… go save him?
But today the uncle scolded her, he’s a bad person, but…
Grandpa said that the karmic connection with relatives on her mom’s side hadn’t been severed yet, and failing to save someone in danger would affect her future cultivation.
Nan Yuanman struggled for a little while, but ultimately decided to listen to Grandpa. She gripped the small straw doll in her hand and went out to save him.
As soon as she stepped out the front door, creaking sounds came from the coffin that had been quiet all day.
A shadow silently crawled out from the coffin…
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Zheng family.
Zheng Feiyu’s pupils contracted sharply, his face pale. Under extreme fear, adrenaline surged, and he screamed as he instinctively turned around and ran toward the room.
As he turned his head, the blood-clothed female ghost flashed behind him.
Zheng Feiyu: “!!!”
He turned and bolted, scrambling and tumbling down the stairs.
Zheng Feiyu was about to be scared insane. Who could tell him how there could really be ghosts in this world!!
At the same time, downstairs, Jiang Lixuan was also being chased by a corpse-transformed corpse and frantically running upstairs.
Jiang Lixuan heard chaotic heavy footsteps from above from afar. His eyes lit up. Was it Zheng Feiyu coming to find him?
He ran upstairs with all his might, shouting while running: “Zheng Feiyu! Go call for help quick! Your grandpa has corpse transformed!!”
As soon as he spoke, he heard Zheng Feiyu’s terrified scream: “Brother Xuan! There’s a ghost!!”
Jiang Lixuan: “!”
He jerked his head up to look, and saw a female ghost in blood-clothed clothes with blood tears streaming from her features chasing desperately after Zheng Feiyu who was running down.
Jiang Lixuan: “Holy shit!!”
He unhesitatingly turned to run back, but saw Old Master Zheng, who had corpse transformed, stiffly stepping toward him with a pale face, step by step.
Jiang Lixuan felt a wave of despair in his heart: a female ghost in front, and the corpse-transformed old master behind.
Was Heaven going to make him leave his life here today?!
In the short few seconds that Jiang Lixuan paused, Zheng Feiyu had already run to his side. He was scared to the point of tears, his legs going soft: “Brother Xuan, what do we do?”
Jiang Lixuan decisively decided: “Run forward!”
The corpse-transformed one, walking like a rebuilding old master, would be much easier to deal with than that blood-clothed female ghost!!
“Sorry, Old Master!” Jiang Lixuan took the lead and fiercely kicked toward Old Master Zheng’s chest.
Old Master Zheng’s stiff body toppled over violently and rolled down the staircase.
“Go!” He led Zheng Feiyu quickly running down.
As they passed Old Master Zheng, he tried to reach out to grab Zheng Feiyu’s ankle. Jiang Lixuan was quick-eyed and kicked him away.
However, the next second, Jiang Lixuan’s vision blurred, and a red ghostly shadow appeared in front of him. With sinister eyes full of intense resentment, it looked at him: “Where do you think you’re running to?”
Zheng Feiyu: “!!!”
Jiang Lixuan: “!!!”
This anti-human speed made Jiang Lixuan’s worldview faintly collapse. He couldn’t help retreating, his voice trembling as he asked: “Zheng Feiyu, where did you provoke this female ghost from?!”
Zheng Feiyu supported himself on the railing, his voice shaky: “I don’t know either! I don’t even know her!”
Zheng Feiyu wanted to cry but had no tears: “Miss, if you want revenge, go find your enemy! I have no grudge against you. Killing me would create karma, wouldn’t it?”
“All of you from the Zheng family are my enemies.” The blood-clothed female ghost laughed hoarsely, her mouth splitting open all the way to behind her ears, thick and foul-smelling blood flowing from the corner of her mouth: “The biggest enemy has already been sent away by me. Now, only you all are left.”
As soon as the words fell, the blood-clothed female ghost’s fingernails suddenly grew long, and she lunged at Zheng Feiyu with a ferocious expression.
Zheng Feiyu instinctively took out the small coffin from his pocket and closed his eyes, placing it in front of himself.
At the same time, a clear shout came: “Insolent! Do not harm anyone!”
A talisman descended from the sky, landing in front of Zheng Feiyu.
The blood-clothed female ghost fiercely crashed into a golden barrier, black grievance emanating from her body in waves. The entire ghost was sent flying: “Ah——!”
A black shadow leaped over from the main gate, standing in front of Zheng Feiyu and Jiang Lixuan.
Zheng Feiyu opened his eyes and looked together with Jiang Lixuan toward the young man who had suddenly burst in, dressed in an indigo Daoist robe, with Taiji buns, and handsome features. No one saw the golden light that flashed over the small coffin held in Zheng Feiyu’s hand.
Jiang Lixuan’s gaze fell on the Daoist robe on the young man’s body, and his expression lit up with joy: “You are a Daoist priest from Sanqing Temple?!”
The young man nodded solemnly with a straight face, full of righteousness: “Yes, you two don’t need to be afraid. I am Zhang Shimian, my master is the Sect Leader of Sanqing Temple, and I will protect you well.”
Zhang Shimian watched the female ghost slowly crawling up from the ground, looking exceptionally badly injured, and couldn’t help muttering in his heart, when did the talismans he drew become so powerful?
Surprisingly, with just one clash, this fierce ghost was sent flying.
“Taoist priest…… In my lifetime, what I hate the most is Taoist priests!” The female ghost who had been knocked flying staggered to her feet from the ground, the grievance on her body becoming even stronger.
The half of the face corroded by the golden light was a bloody mess of flesh, looking at them with particular ferocity, its shrill, ear-piercing voice screaming: “You and the Zheng family members all deserve to die!”
Zhang Shimian was shaken by this surging grievance, his ears ringing and his face instantly paling several shades.
Not to mention Jiang Lixuan, who didn’t even have a magic tool for protection.
His expression was pained, and blood slowly flowed out from his ears.
Zhang Shimian hurriedly pulled out the amulet from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: “Focus your mind and hold your breath.”
Jiang Lixuan trembled as he gripped the amulet, and Zheng Feiyu’s terrified voice rang out: “Daoist priest, she she she, she’s coming!!”
Zhang Shimian: “？？”
He turned around, and saw the female ghost, now completely enveloped by grievance and gradually transforming into a fierce ghost, lunging toward him to kill.
“Holy shit!!” Zhang Shimian drew the peach wood sword from his waist and hurriedly went up to meet it.
“Pa——!”
The consecrated peach wood sword couldn’t hold up for half a second in the female ghost’s hand before splitting open from the middle.
Zhang Shimian wailed: “My sword!!”
“Stop with the sword! Run quickly!” Jiang Lixuan barely recovered a bit, then saw this scene.
He didn’t hesitate at all to grab Zheng Feiyu and turn around to run. This damn thing, the Taoist priests from Sanqing Temple were totally unreliable!!
Zhang Shimian pulled out a stack of talismans from his shoulder bag and threw them at the female ghost, chanting the ghost-killing incantation in his mouth: “Taishang Laojun, teach me to kill ghosts, give me the divine formula… First kill the evil ghost, then slay the night light. What god does not submit, what ghost dares to resist, urgently as the command decrees! Kill!”
The talisman sprinkled on the female ghost’s body had no effect at all. Instead, it provoked her ferocity. The surrounding environment instantly darkened, a shady wind arose, and a bone-chilling cold penetrated.
Frost crept over Jiang Lixuan and Zheng Feiyu’s eyebrows and hair.
The female ghost shrieked ferociously, her ghostly face hideous: “You all deserve to die——!”
Zhang Shimian: “???”
Damn it, why did the talisman stop working at the critical moment!
The female ghost forcefully broke through Zhang Shimian’s defense and came directly in front of Zheng Feiyu. Those sharp black-red fingernails suddenly stabbed toward his chest.
Zheng Feiyu’s face paled: “We’re done for!”
At the critical moment, a loud bang suddenly came from the door enveloped in dark red grievance, and the inexplicably arisen gale whipped up, forcing everyone to close their eyes, only able to hear the blood-clothed female ghost’s shrill scream.
“Xiao Cao, bite her!”
A tender voice entered their ears. The three of them struggled to open their eyes, and saw that short figure standing in front of the blood-clothed female ghost, with clothes on its body flapping loudly in the wind.
Jiang Lixuan’s pupils contracted sharply, looking in disbelief at the small figure.
Nan Yuanman?!
Why is she here?!
