Chapter 134: 134 What Can Be Subdued Is Character

Tushan Jiu quickly tossed that idea to the back of her mind, made a hand seal, and the Ghost-Head Blade appeared in her hand.

She raised the blade, and a large amount of Qi surged around her body.

The two clumps of black mist stopped their struggling.

Because they sensed danger, they were still muttering gibberish.

Then they quickly transformed into human forms.

Who waits for you to finish growing before fighting?

Tushan Jiu flashed to the niche and with one blow split the wooden niche in half.

The wooden niche shattered, and two little figurines popped out of it.

Seeing that things were bad and they were outmatched, the two clumps of black mist quickly called upon the Little Ghost King.

But Tushan Jiu backhanded another slash; the two clumps of black mist let out a simultaneous wail, revealing their true forms: two heads with four arms and three-and-a-half heads with two arms.

However, their heads all fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Tushan Jiu flipped her wrist and flung out two talismans.

Then she also sealed them together with the Little Ghost King onto the same talisman paper.

The glasses on Jing Zhenzhou's face downstairs had flown somewhere unknown; his eyes stared wide, his face full of doubt and shock.

Tushan Jiu tilted her head to meet his gaze, then crunched the lollipop with a ga-ga sound.

Jing Zhenzhou had thought she would explain something to him, or at least say something.

But Tushan Jiu merely withdrew her gaze indifferently.

The blade in her hand vanished into thin air, she stepped toward Jing Zhenzhou, then again stepped on the door panel and left the room.

Jing Zhenzhou only heard her loudly say: "I'm done here; the rest is up to you."

Then he heard footsteps running up, and then he heard a man's voice:

"Jing Zhenzhou, right? I am Zhang Xuefeng, deputy captain of the Municipal Bureau Criminal Detachment. Your son Jing Hangcheng reported you for suspected illegal detention..."

The Jing Zhenzhou on the floor was dragged out from under the door panel, handcuffed, and while listening to Zhang Xuefeng say those 'confirmed true' words, he was taken out of the villa.

But just as he stepped outside, he felt an unbearable itch all over his body, not a superficial itch but one under the skin, as if something were about to burst out of his flesh.

He knew this was a backlash from evil sorcery.

He was about to die!

Jing Zhenzhou grabbed the nearby police officer, desperately pleading for help and mercy, asking to go to the hospital to see a doctor to save his life.

This scene was the same as the day he sent Jing Hangcheng to the mental hospital.

That day, Jing Hangcheng knelt before him, clutching his pant leg, pleading: "Dad, please don't send me to the mental hospital, okay? I won't say anything, I didn't see anything, if you send me in I'll die in there!"

At that time, Jing Zhenzhou merely bent slightly, pulled free the pant leg he had gripped, and said: "Son, you won't die; I've arranged everything for you. Apart from lacking freedom, your food, clothing, and daily necessities are the best."

Nowadays, the police also pulled free the corner of his clothing from his hand, saying: "The detention center facilities are complete, with a medical room set up; there are doctors inside who will examine you."

Jing Zhenzhou struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was still shoved into the police car.

Watching all this, Tushan Jiu's expression remained indifferent.

Withdrawing her gaze, Tushan Jiu got into the car and returned to the old residence.

On the way back, she sent a message to Old Xu, informing him of the specific situation so they wouldn't waste their efforts.

These are the three little ghosts; we can just send them to the office tomorrow. First go home and eat, I'm hungry.

Little did she know, after she and the police had left, in the dead of night the incense factory suddenly burst into flames.

Those 'Severed-Head Incense' were completely burned to ashes.

The pungent odor produced by burning low-quality incense ingredients enveloped half of the development zone.

The firefighters arrived, and were just about to begin fire suppression operations on the factory.

But the water valve hadn't been opened yet, when the captain of the fire brigade received a call from above.

As for this factory's fire, they don't need to extinguish it, and they can't extinguish it.

Moreover, they said there was no one inside the factory; they should just wait there for it to burn out, remembering that no firefighter may privately enter the factory.

The blaze burned all the way until the next morning.

What's shocking is that the incense factory was burned clean away.

Even the hard-to-burn foundational parts—reinforcement bars, concrete, even the foundations—were all burned to ash.

A firefighter exclaimed in astonishment, "Could this be the Supreme Old Lord's Samadhi True Fire?"

As everyone knows, concrete components, brick-and-stone masonry, metal components, and buried underground foundations—these will not be completely burned no matter how large the fire.

But now all that lies before everyone's eyes is only ash......

Just as everyone was astonished, a strong wind blew by.

Well, now not even ash remains.

Only a pit remains.

Because this incident was strange enough, some reporters rushed to report on this bizarre blaze.

At this time, various experts also came forward with various explanations.

Meanwhile, Tushan Jiu, who was washing up while looking at her phone, simply swiped past it.

Where is this the Supreme Old Lord's Samadhi True Fire? It's merely the Netherworld Fire.

Nevertheless, the effect is no different; ordinary water of the mortal realm cannot extinguish the kind of fire that burns fierce ghosts.

After finishing her washing up, Tushan Jiu changed into a set of morning exercise clothes and then went downstairs.

These past few days she had been keeping a reversed day-night schedule, and hadn't done morning meditation practice.

Now the time difference has been reversed, and it's time to return to normal.

Tushan Jiu had just opened her bedroom door when she bumped into Xie Shiyu, who was also wearing sportswear.

They exchanged a smile and said in unison, "Morning!"

Tushan Jiu looked at Xie Shiyu, her face unconsciously turned red.

Last night Tushan Jiu came back, finished eating, and was dragged to "collect debt."

After all, she had said she wanted to get the certificate on her birthday next year, which made Xie Shiyu happy all afternoon.

Moreover, adding the reward she herself had mentioned last time but then forgot, Xie Shiyu reclaimed it all with interest.

And what made Tushan Jiu a bit shy was that later Xie Shiyu suddenly stopped, and it was that abrupt kind.

Then his hoarse voice made her hurry back to rest.

Tushan Jiu is no longer a little girl; she naturally knows Xie Shiyu had a reaction, which is why he stopped.

But both she and Xie Shiyu are quite open-minded; this is a normal physiological reaction.

Who could hold the person they like in their arms and feel nothing?

Having a physiological response is human nature; being able to restrain it is character.