Chapter 201: 201 This damn thing isn't a ghost, it's a god!

201 This damn thing isn't a ghost, it's a god!

After the cobra and hyena ghosts were beheaded, Tushan Jiu kicked them with one foot to the back.

Then she turned her head to look at Wang Dongqing, "I guess you'd really like to stomp on them twice, and maybe spit a couple of mouthfuls of saliva?"

Wang Dongqing paused, then used his foot to block the two rolling heads, and gave her a thumbs-up.

After turning his head, he just kicked them to death as if venting.

Immediately after, Lin Xiu'er joined in, and Chen Rang and Liu Li also came over to stomp twice.

One of the heads was kicked hard by Wang Dongqing toward Xiang Yichu's side; Xiang Yichu thought about it and also stomped twice, then kicked it over to Maomao.

Maomao was just about to extend her foot to receive it, but unexpectedly a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere midway.

A male student wearing ripped clothes came out from behind, caught that head, and without a word stomped hard on it.

While stomping, he said, "I've been watching you for a while; turns out you're a bunch of 'little poisonous people.' See if I can't stomp you to death!"

Wang Dongqing and the others widened their eyes.

It wasn't because of his appearance, but because they hadn't realized there was still a ghost present here.

Indeed, this young boy before them is a ghost, because his body is heavy with yin energy.

Tushan Jiu also stared for a moment, then quickly formed a seal to open the Ghost Gate and summon the Black and White Impermanence.

While doing so she shouted, "Quickly help me hold it down—it's Qiongzi!"

Qiongzi?

Wang Dongqing exclaimed, "Holy shit!" This damn thing isn't a ghost, it's a god!

Don't let Maomao's slowness in emotions and desires fool you—her reaction speed in action is not slow.

She was the first to act; whether it's a ghost or a god, friends who would stab each other in the ribs for each other—if a good friend says to help her hold it down, then do it!

Xiang Yichu and Lin Xiu'er also got involved.

As a result, Qiongzi was happily kicking the 'ball' and, not wanting to be disturbed, immediately started dodging left and right, playing feints while dribbling past people.

But the next second, Tushan Jiu had a brainwave and directly opened the Ghost Gate in front of him.

Qiongzi didn't react in time, and both he and the 'ball' went through the gate.

Tushan Jiu ran over, quick-eyed and quick-footed, and with one kick shut the Ghost Gate.

She let out a breath, patted her chest, and the corners of her mouth turned up high—this really is an unexpected gain!

At that time, not far outside the border line, in a mountain ravine.

A place that resembled a village but was actually a processing factory, with many small wooden huts inside.

Inside the largest wooden hut, a man wearing a floral shirt and gold-rimmed glasses was drinking tea and chatting happily with another man in plain clothes.

The man in plain clothes lifted his teacup and took a sip of tea.

But as soon as the tea entered his mouth, he spat it out.

The ground was covered with the fresh blood he had spat out.

The bespectacled man was dazed; he had used boiling water, but even after steeping tea it shouldn't have scalded someone's mouth until it bled!

He hastily put down the teacup, stepped forward to check, and said, "Master, Master, are you alright? Someone, quickly call Doctor Na!"

The plain-clothed man shook off the bespectacled man's hand, "My phone, give me my phone, quick!"

His phone was actually on the table, but at that moment he had no strength left; his whole body went limp in the chair, unable to move.

The bespectacled man handed him the phone, but he went to grab it and couldn't hold onto it at all.

He asked the bespectacled man to unlock it, then went to the contacts to find his master's number and dialed it.

During the call connection, the plain-clothed man's breathing grew increasingly ragged, and cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks onto his clothes.

It rang for a while before the other end finally picked up.

The moment the call connected, the plain-clothed man shouted, "Master, save me—I've been backlashed!"

The person on the other end fell silent for a moment, then spoke, but the words were so merciless they made him tremble.

As a result, after that person finished speaking, the plain-clothed man breathed his last.

The bespectacled man was used to seeing corpses, but when the plain-clothed man died before him, he was still frightened enough to retreat several large steps, and the phone in his hand, already showing it had been hung up, fell to the ground.

He heard it.

The somewhat aged voice on the other end of the phone said, "Really useless—after teaching you for so long, you still can't withstand a single move from them. Idiots don't deserve to live in this world; you didn't even give a teacher's gift when you first took me as master, so I'll just take you back now."

After the person on the phone finished speaking, the plain-clothed man's body quickly withered away, leaving nothing but a bag of bones.

The bespectacled man gulped hard, feeling fear for the first time.

Because the master of evil spirits had been destroyed, all the children possessed in the orphanage, as well as Kang Wan and Li Xiaolan, fell into a coma.

However, since Tushan Jiu herself had taken on this job, she naturally had to finish handling everything before completing the transaction.

In just over ten minutes, she cleared away all the yin energy inside and outside the orphanage until it was completely clean.

Lin Xiu'er and the others had already left, and they even took the vessels—dolls—of the evil spirit master, plus the cobra and hyena ghosts, to go back and make records for reporting.

After a while of tossing and turning, the time was already 1 a. m.

Qi Chen still had to return to his unit tomorrow, while Kang Yan would stay behind to help the orphanage for a while, and only return when the unit officially notified him to rejoin.

Tushan Jiu's blade still only took one piece of money from Kang Yan.

Kang Yan didn't know how to thank Tushan Jiu.

But Tushan Jiu only said one thing: "You're not fighting alone."

Little did he know, that sentence of hers would stay with Kang Yan for a lifetime, and each time he recalled it his heart would be hit hard.

After leaving the orphanage, Tushan Jiu was truly exhausted and didn't want to move at all.

She had used up nearly twenty percent of her qi today; it would be strange if she weren't tired.

In the profession of metaphysics, most things are intangible—whether it's the qi absorbed each day or the qi consumed while fighting and catching ghosts, ordinary people can't see it.

It's not like acting in a TV drama or a movie; you could still add special effects or something.

But Xie Shiyu keenly perceived her state of fatigue.

He grabbed her.

Tushan Jiu turned around and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

Xie Shiyu didn't say anything; he merely walked to her front and half-squatted.

Tushan Jiu understood, and without feigning refusal, she simply lay on his back, then kissed his cheek, saying, "My boyfriend is so thoughtful; this is your reward."

The people behind them glanced, then all let out a disdainful "Eh~".

The loudest voices were Wang Dongqing and Lu Ze Yuan.

Tushan Jiu lay on Xie Shiyu's back and laughed softly.

The early morning moonlight was very bright, and a group of people walked toward the roadside.

After a moment, the pensive Maomao, with a look of disdain, spat out a single word:

"Eh~"