Chapter 160: Possession

Under the shroud of the black mist, the soul bodies of Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals were strengthened, allowing them to manifest before ordinary people.

Their physical exteriors were clad in neat armor, and they held weapons condensed from Yin energy in their hands; they floated behind Meng Yifan, their cold, gloomy gazes scanning the people on the third floor, ready at any moment to rush over and engage in slaughter.

At this moment, the people on the third floor, looking at the swarms of ghost soldiers and ghost generals, all had their expressions change drastically.

The master of Wanxiang Tower could refine Zombies, and Meng Yifan could command ghost soldiers; the methods of both these men seemed like crooked, evil paths.

These ghost soldiers and ghost generals were different from ordinary lonely ghosts and wild spirits; they had been tempered by the Ghost Head Blade and further strengthened by the black mist, their soul bodies refined and transformed from void into reality, standing behind Meng Yifan no longer as drifting masses of Yin energy, but rather like a group of iron-willed warriors.

Ordinary First Grade Martial Artists had limited strength, and the Three Yang Fires on their bodies could no longer burn these ghost soldiers.

The ghost soldiers could very smoothly enter their Mud Pill Palaces to investigate their Spirit Cores and seize control of their bodies.

However, there were two Second-grade High-tier Martial Artists on the third floor; their Blood Qi Power was vigorous, and the Three Yang Fires atop their heads and on their shoulders burned fiercely, so that even under the shroud of the black mist, a First Grade Ghost Soldier would be burned directly into ashes if it approached them.

Even a Second Grade Ghost Soldier would be scorched by the Yang Fire if it approached them; the only one who could easily take them down was Zhang Butou, this Third Grade Ghost General.

But there was another way, which was to beat those two high-tier martial artists half to death first; at that point, their bodies would be weak and their Blood Qi depleted, and the protective Yang Fires on their bodies would naturally weaken along with them, and in that way, a Second Grade Ghost Soldier could successfully possess them.

"Those who don't want to die, restrain your Blood Qi Power for this young master, open your minds, and do not resist; if my ghost soldiers die, you will have to be buried with them," Meng Yifan shouted at the two Second Grade Martial Artists.

Those two Second-grade High-tier Martial Artists nodded; those who know the times are heroes.

Meng Yifan was the knife and chopping board, and they were the fish and meat; to resist at this time, wasn't that just asking for death?

The two Second-grade High-tier Martial Artists cooperated very well, restraining their Blood Qi and letting their Three Yang Fires dim; in this way, two Second Grade Ghost Soldiers successfully burrowed into their bodies.

Watching the ghost soldiers possess them with their own eyes, yet not daring to resist and even having to cooperate by restraining their Blood Qi—it was just like voluntarily spreading one's legs to let someone force themselves on them; this made those two Second Grade Martial Artists feel very aggrieved and also very uncomfortable.

This feeling was even more uncomfortable than being forced by someone; and damn it, this was being forced by a ghost—this truly was a painful experience.

Life is like being raped; since one cannot resist, one might as well try to enjoy it; the two Second Grade Martial Artists looked at each other, and could only comfort themselves this way.

Once a ghost soldier possesses someone, it heads straight for the Spirit Core in the Mud Pill Palace; that is the host's home turf, and after the ghost soldier enters, it will be suppressed and squeezed out by the entire spiritual world.

Logically speaking, unless the ghost soldier is particularly powerful—at least one grade stronger than the host—it would be impossible to succeed in a possession.

However, the people on the third floor now all knew that resisting meant death; they were all lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and could only honestly open their hearts and let the ghost soldiers enter their Spirit Cores to inspect them.

Fang Cheng, the former Second-Rank Head Constable, had now become a Second Grade Ghost Soldier under Meng Yifan; he was responsible for possessing a Second Grade Martial Artist to search for Zuo Moyan's hiding place.

After Fang Cheng entered the Mud Pill Palace of that bearded Second Grade Martial Artist, the bearded martial artist's Divine Soul was located at the center of the Mud Pill Palace, surrounded by Spiritual Power, making the bearded man's Divine Soul even more formidable than Fang Cheng the ghost soldier.

The bearded man's Divine Soul opened its eyes, glanced at Fang Cheng, and subconsciously wanted to resist, but thinking of Meng Yifan outside, he could only helplessly shake his head, voluntarily disperse the Spiritual Power around his Divine Soul, and then shyly close his eyes, even striking a submissive pose while waiting for Fang Cheng to enter.

"Damn it! You don't have to be like this, making it look like I'm about to force myself on you." Although Fang Cheng had become a ghost soldier, his orientation was still normal.

If the other party were a beauty striking such a shy pose, Fang Cheng would even feel quite good.

But this bearded man was scruffy and burly, and for him to strike such a pose of 'refusing while welcoming' and 'wanting to speak but holding back' was just disgusting.

"Then are you coming in or not? If you aren't, then get out early; with you here, I feel completely ill at ease," the bearded martial artist's Divine Soul said.

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, but thinking of Meng Yifan's order, he could only bite the bullet and burrow into the bearded martial artist's Divine Soul to investigate his Spirit Core.

Fang Cheng's soul body and the bearded man's Divine Soul merged into one, and with the bearded man's active cooperation, Fang Cheng very smoothly grasped control of the bearded martial artist's body.

Meng Yifan saw the bearded martial artist open his eyes again, but his expression seemed like that of a different person.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; now that Fang Cheng was in charge of the bearded martial artist's body, his gaze also changed instantly.

Fang Cheng walked a few steps, then raised his hand and shook it; he had long since died, and now he had actually regained a body—this feeling was very strange.

It was a pity that this body belonged to someone else; Fang Cheng's Yin Soul did not match the body, and it was very awkward to use; if he were to force the use of this body, it would consume a large amount of his Yin Soul Power.

If Fang Cheng's Yin Soul could advance to a Third Grade Ghost General and he learned the Possession Secret Technique, he could find a suitable physical body and be reborn through possession.

Fang Cheng carefully inspected the bearded martial artist's Divine Soul, then said, "Lord Meng, Zuo Moyan is not hiding here."

Meng Yifan nodded, and then Fang Cheng withdrew from the bearded martial artist's Divine Soul.

The bearded martial artist's Divine Soul regained control of the body; he checked his physical condition and discovered that after being possessed by the ghost soldier, his Divine Soul was shrouded in a layer of black energy, which made his Divine Soul feel somewhat listless.

However, as time passed, this black energy would slowly dissipate and would not cause him permanent damage.

Soon, everyone on the third floor had been inspected by the ghost soldiers; Zuo Moyan was not found, so Meng Yifan led the ghost soldiers and ghost generals toward the second floor, repeating the same process to inspect everyone on the second floor, but Zuo Moyan's tracks were not found there either.

"It seems Zuo Moyan is hiding on the first floor; that makes sense, the first floor has the most people, he must have been thinking of taking advantage of the chaos to escape, but unfortunately he didn't expect Meng Dayong to arrive so quickly and seal off Wanxiang Tower immediately, leaving him no way to escape."

Meng Yifan smiled, then took the Hexagonal Array and, carrying the dense black mist, walked step by step toward the first floor.

There were over fifty people on the first floor, men and women, old and young; suddenly, waves of black mist shrouded every location on the first floor, and Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals walked over in swarms within the black mist, which gave everyone a huge shock.

"Zuo Moyan, I know you are hiding here; I will have the ghost soldiers possess everyone to inspect their Spirit Cores, you cannot escape." Meng Yifan said coldly.