Chapter 50: Revenge

Ghosts may not harm people directly, but they can diminish the three fires of the human body, causing fortune to decline and misfortune to cling; lightly, it brings a severe illness, heavily, it leads to the destruction of the family.

However, this does not mean it can be done against anyone; the target's own fortune must already be weak, serving as a catalyst; if that person's fortune is strong, not only will their fortune not be diminished, but if they are not burned by their own three fires, that would already be one's own luck.

And Yang Xuejiao first lost her daughter, and now her husband, precisely when her fortune is plummeting and her life is undergoing sudden change.

With misfortune at its peak, the three fires on her body naturally burn weakly, which gave Fang Yunlou the opportunity to approach her.

Yet even so, Fang Yunlou suffered the pain of his soul being scorched by the three fires; such pain is unbearable for ordinary people.

However, Fang Yunlou himself was a ruthless man; unable to do anything to the murderer who harmed him, he turned lethal force against his own wife, adhering to the principle that if he cannot have her, he will destroy her, intending to take Yang Xuejiao away directly.

The karma from his life amplified his desires; anger, brutality, madness, lust, and other negative emotions began to destroy his reason, and his body changed accordingly, revealing the true form of his heart.

As his reason collapsed, he felt terrifyingly powerful, believing he was now a deity walking among men, with the power of life and death over all things in heaven and earth.

Thus, when he saw Yin Xingyue, he paused briefly, then burst into mad laughter.

The little deer he had raised for years, just as it was about to be devoured by him, escaped his clutches through death, leaving him deeply regretful and furious.

Yet he never expected that in the end, she would still fall into his hands.

Fang Yunlou's eyes gleamed, his face twisted with lust, appearing extremely excited.

Waving his tentacles, he lashed out toward Yin Xingyue.

As for Yin Xingyue's words that she was not afraid of him at all, he simply did not take them to heart.

When she saw the massive tentacles sweeping toward her, Yin Xingyue, who had long lived under Fang Yunlou's shadow, though saying "I am not afraid," instinctively stepped back several paces.

Seeing this, Fang Yunlou laughed even louder, his voice filled with joy and triumph.

"Do not fear; I am here."

Just then, Shen Siyuan's voice suddenly echoed in Yin Xingyue's mind.

Shen Siyuan's voice seemed to grant Yin Xingyue boundless courage; she was seen taking a deep breath.

Then, a blue flame rose all over her body; Fang Yunlou sensed danger and tried to withdraw his tentacles, but it was already too late.

Like throwing a burning match into gasoline, as soon as a single tentacle touched the flame, Fang Yunlou's entire body was instantly ignited.

Nether Fire is far more powerful than the three fires of the human body; this pain of burning the soul is like sawing the soul open with a saw, or like being ground into mince under a stone mill...

Fang Yunlou felt pain unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life; in reality, he would have fainted long ago, but in his ghostly state, his consciousness was incredibly clear; the more pain he felt, the clearer it became, making the sensation of pain seem to be amplified by some invisible force...

Fang Yunlou let out a piercing shriek from his mouth, wailing continuously; it was despair from the soul. Even Yang Xuejiao, sitting on the sofa and looking at her phone, seemed to sense something, glancing around in confusion.

She felt a chill in her body, so she picked up the remote control and adjusted the air conditioner temperature slightly upward.

Watching Fang Yunlou wail in pain, begging for mercy, and looking miserable, Yin Xingyue's long-held fear of him seemed to vanish completely in that moment, and a faint sense of satisfaction even began to rise within her.

As the Nether Fire burned, the tentacles on Fang Yunlou's body fell off one by one, and he actually regained his human form, though he looked extremely weak, as if a mere breeze could scatter him.

"Bring him back."

Shen Siyuan's voice echoed in Yin Xingyue's mind once more.

Upon hearing this, Yin Xingyue did not act immediately; instead, she looked toward Yang Xuejiao, who was sitting on the sofa, feeling the chill, growing suspicious, and adjusting the air conditioner again.

She felt something in her heart, knowing that once she left this time, they might never meet again.

After all, they were mother and daughter; between them, there had once been a time of happiness, back when she was very young, before her father passed away...

Yin Xingyue's expression was extremely complex, filled with deep disappointment amidst her filial affection, and a trace of resentment.

But no matter what, this was her mother.

"Mom~" Yin Xingyue murmured softly.

"If there is a next life, I will never be your daughter again..."

Having said this, she summoned a gust of yin wind, lifted Fang Yunlou, and soared into the sky.

"Brother~"

Upon seeing Shen Siyuan, Yin Xingyue called out softly, as if she had done something wrong.

"Repay revenge for revenge, repay resentment for resentment; you have nothing to feel guilty about. Besides, he was never a good person."

Lying on the ground, his body so illusory it seemed ready to vanish at any moment, Fang Yunlou's lower body once again sprouted octopus-like tentacles.

Lustful desires had thoroughly polluted his soul; a single blast of Nether Fire was not enough to burn it all clean.

Shen Siyuan shifted his thought, summoned the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and directly sucked him into the banner.

However, he would not have the same good fortune as Yin Xingyue; ultimately, he would be worn away and become material to repair the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Shen Siyuan himself possessed no magic power, so he could not use magic power to activate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner; he could only rely on the banner's inherent ghost-devouring trait to consume lost souls and then repair itself.

But the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is, after all, a Demon Path Technique artifact; Shen Siyuan now has no cultivation at all. Consuming too many souls with impure desires causes no harm to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but for Shen Siyuan, it is uncertain; he is highly likely to be counter-attacked, thoroughly polluted by desires, and lose his true self.

This is not Shen Siyuan's speculation, but experience from Nine Youmingjun; when Nine Youmingjun first obtained the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he already possessed a certain level of cultivation, yet he was nearly counter-attacked by the banner; fortunately, he reacted in time and suppressed it.

And although Shen Siyuan now has no cultivation at all, fortunately the Ten Thousand Souls Banner itself is also flawed, thus maintaining a balance and allowing them to coexist peacefully.

If one day the artifact becomes stronger than the person, it will inevitably turn master over servant; because it is a demonic artifact, not a divine one, Shen Siyuan dared not recklessly plunder the lost souls wandering the streets.

Think of Nine Youmingjun; in just a hundred short years, he transformed from a farm boy into a generation-defining Demon Lord. Could it truly be that he was not affected by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner at all? Shen Siyuan believes this possibility is extremely slim.

Fang Yunlou was sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner; struck by the demonic qi within the banner, his soul instantly shattered into four pieces, turning into nourishment to be slowly absorbed by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, causing a slight ripple to spread across the banner's surface.

If the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were not flawed, consuming a single soul would not require such trouble; even a great expert who had cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm could completely devour it in the blink of an eye.

However, because of this, Shen Siyuan finally understood why Fang Yunlou was killed and who killed them.

However, Shen Siyuan did not intend to tell the police, because all these people deserved to die; none of them were wrongly accused.

Since that is the case, Shen Siyuan would simply let things take their course; as long as no innocent people are killed indiscriminately, he would be too lazy to interfere.

If they are caught by the police, it can only be said that their luck was bad; Shen Siyuan would not interfere in that either.