Chapter 60: Massacre of the Family

The person making the footsteps.

It was the mistress’s father-in-law.

He was just about to stick a “Happy Birthday” banner behind Wu Xian, and Wu Xian felt the movement behind him make his body tense further.

Soon, the rustling sounds vanished.

Probably the banner was hung.

But the old man didn’t leave—he stood behind Wu Xian, and a zipper-pulling sound came from his body.

“This old man isn’t taking off his clothes, is he!”

“…”

The four malevolent spirits suddenly burst into collective laughter; Wu Xian’s confusion delighted them. Their laughter brimmed with mockery and malice, and their gaze at Wu Xian held not just contempt but hatred.

But just as he was about to look away, he heard a dog bark.

It could launch a long, broad flying blade, or split into many tiny fragments, or shape itself into an S-shape or an X-shape.

She let out a piercing scream, her lips splitting open to reveal jagged, uneven teeth that no human could grow; her limbs flipped instantly, adopting a spider-like posture as she sprinted toward Wu Xian, her monstrous mouth aimed at his throat.

The four of them gathered again beside Wu Xian.

“You really think I’m easy to bully?”

“It was you who did this!”

One strike, one death!

The power of the Flying Blade Spell was proven once again!

The kind old man turned around to face Wu Xian.

The old man’s body was split in two, the old woman had her head severed, and the daughter of the house lay collapsed before the cabinet, her abdomen pierced by a massive blood hole—cut by Wu Xian’s circular Flying Blade Technique.

The coldness inside Wu Xian’s body vanished.

Wu Xian watched him approach, then suddenly slammed his fist on the table!

“I can’t take it anymore!”

Could it be the malevolent spirit husband of this family had returned?

He ran to the window to look closely and realized the man was actually the neighbor—he was terrified, fleeing away while screaming in panic.

“What are you talking about? This isn’t the Jia family’s home.”

“We’ll wait for you—wait for you to die a violent death, your corpse rotting and stinking until you become just like us. Then we can be together again!”

He Ya and the other three malevolent spirits finally shed their warm facade, filled with hatred for humans, and slipped back into Wu Xian’s body.

With the black dog’s bark as a clue, he suddenly understood many things—if his guess was right…

Wu Xian made a new discovery in his use of the Flying Blade Spell.

“So this is gathering Qi into a blade, blade emerging without form…”

“Now that I’ve helped you complete your revenge, you can lift the curse and rest in peace. I’ll burn paper money for you…”

The old man didn’t unzip his clothes—he pulled open his lower lip all the way down to his lower abdomen, his entire abdominal cavity gaping wide into a terrifying mouth lined with sharp teeth.

His body tilted slightly downward, as if ready to swallow Wu Xian’s upper half into his bloody human cavity.

Wu Xian furiously swung the teapot and smashed it against the old man’s bald head; the scalding tea poured into his abdominal cavity, causing the old man to shriek and hop in place.

There was another detail that deeply troubled Wu Xian.

“Unfair! This is unfair!”

“Even if the rules here are unusual, they can’t be this extreme!”

Wu Xian was confused again.

The old woman was struck by the flying blade—her body shattered into pieces; one of her eyeballs rolled onto the very top of the cake.

“Woof, woof woof!”

Wu Xian felt unease stir within him.

If not for revenge, then why did these four malevolent spirits orchestrate this massacre? Was it merely for the sake of evil?

“That’s not right. It should be here.”

What he saw this time was utterly different from before.

That was—the corpses of the four malevolent spirits had not vanished like those in the previous blessed land; instead, they lay scattered on the ground, the air thick with the stench of fresh blood.

He had just slain four malevolent spirits—surely he deserved two chances to worship now?

Wu Xian began searching the room.

Wu Xian glanced over and saw the neighbor’s plump, muscular black dog.

“We want everyone to become like us!”

Wu Xian paid little attention to the neighbor alone.

“Is he unzipping his jacket or his pants?”

Wu Xian sighed deeply.

Wu Xian turned his gaze, brimming with murderous intent, toward the source of the sound.

Wu Xian licked his lips.

“Dog… the black dog…”

“Ha!”

…

“Not the Jia family’s home?”

After killing the last malevolent spirit.

Suddenly.

“Hahaha!”

Wu Xian turned and without hesitation flicked his finger, releasing a Flying Blade Spell!

Hearing the commotion outside, the hunched old woman staggered out, revealing her true form—a long-tongued monster covered in black fur. She leapt from the kitchen straight at Wu Xian.

The old woman busy in the kitchen.

Wu Xian flicked his finger again.

Now he wasn’t in a hurry to flee—he remembered there was still another malevolent spirit in this house!

Wu Xian flicked his finger once more.

“If I’m not mistaken, you’ve blinded me or used illusion techniques to make me mistake them for malevolent spirits.”

But what puzzled him was that no matter how carefully he searched, he found no trace of spirit incense or divine statues.

But they were living people!

His shadow began to twist.

Wu Xian’s blood turned cold.

After slaying these two malevolent spirits.

The mistress’s body was riddled with cuts from the Flying Blade Technique—even her delicate cheeks had been sliced open.

Wu Xian’s pupils dilated sharply.

Facing these malevolent spirits, Wu Xian felt no fear—only boiling murderous intent.

Plop!

The monstrous mouth-spirit’s body split further apart, its two halves falling to either side; the green worms in the tea scurried wildly across the floor.

“Why did we have to become this monstrous thing, while a family like this gets to live happily?”

The four malevolent spirits gave no answer—that was tacit confirmation.

Plop!

Several narrow air blades erupted; the mistress’s body instantly sprouted multiple blood holes, swayed twice, and collapsed to the ground.

“Go!”

No wonder killing four malevolent spirits yielded no spirit incense or divine statues—he hadn’t killed malevolent spirits at all…

The mistress was startled by the sound.

Wu Xian wore a satisfied smile.

Upon hearing this, He Ya sneered at Wu Xian.

After they revealed themselves.

“Hmm, he must have seen a malevolent spirit—directly witnessing one is indeed too terrifying for an ordinary person.”

The room was no longer splattered with the malevolent spirits’ foul blood—it was drenched in fresh human blood.

He lifted the teapot and, reflecting off the shiny serving tray, saw the scene behind him.

Wu Xian turned stiffly.

But he knew the curse still lingered inside him—and would remain forever…

He Ya, Xu Xiaoyan, Xu Qingfeng, and Ye Shuxia—the four ghosts—emerged from the shadows, standing coldly behind Wu Xian.

That was—when firing the Flying Blade Spell, he could shape the blade by instinct.

“Why didn’t you come home that day!”

Wu Xian heard a shrill scream.

“Ahh! Ahh! Murder!”

“Who?!”

Yet Wu Xian’s mood wasn’t sour—he was even happier than before.

Because the information he had gathered was already more than enough!

(End of Chapter)