Chapter 223: First Volume_Chapter 223: I See Your point between your eyebrows Is Dark (11)

First Volume_Chapter 223: I See Your point between your eyebrows Is Dark (11)

"Who is the Ghost King?" Rong Qi asked doubtfully.

Tutou Dashi looked horrified: "Ghost King…… leader of all ghosts, master of the ghost abyss…… How is that possible! The Ghost King vanished a thousand years ago…… How could he appear??"

Jiang Zhi patted the dust off her body, looked up at the madly raging evil ghost, and asked:

"Why did you lure us here?"

The evil ghost's gaze locked onto her, it sniffed the air, and excitedly said, "Because your soul is very special."

Jiang Zhi: "What's special?"

The evil ghost didn't answer her again, but charged at them full of killing intent, wanting to kill them.

The masters all took out their magical implements to block its attack; Wang Xiaolin directly drew his gold coin sword and fought the evil ghost in close combat.

The seemingly clumsy male student drew his sword with extreme speed, his movements light and agile; even when fighting a B-rank evil ghost, he did not fall behind.

Fukuā Dashi widened his eyes and asked Jiang Zhi beside him: "Is he really that strong?"

Jiang Zhi gritted her teeth, still thinking about the evil ghost's words, and answered perfunctorily: "My senior brother's swordsmanship ranks in the top three at the Daoist temple."

Fukuā Dashi was utterly astonished.

Just that and he's still only top three? I'm afraid even the government's Spirit‑Extermination Department hardly has anyone who can match him.

Jiang Zhi thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

When they arrived at the villa's gate at that time, she sensed something was off—clearly many masters were already waiting at the gate, yet the sunglasses man had gone all the way to the station to pick her and Wang Xiaolin up.

Upon entering, she clearly used her Yin‑Yang Eye to check the villa's condition, and sensed no trace of the evil ghost.

There was only a trace of… spiritual energy.

Spirits, unlike ghosts, are born from all things and are neither good nor evil.

But now, that spiritual energy has disappeared.

As for the evil ghost's claim that her soul is very special—why is it special? Is it because her soul is special that the sunglasses man came to fetch her?

Wang Xiaolin fought the evil ghost to a standstill; in battle, Wang Xiaolin seemed like a different person, his whole body exuding a sharp aura, as emotionless as a sword's edge, with only victory or defeat in his eyes.

While several masters watched with great interest, his vision went black and he fainted outright.

The one who knocked them out, Jiang Zhi, picked up a brush and drew a talisman.

Golden light illuminated the entire sky, instantly locking the evil ghost in place, forcing it to endure Wang Xiaolin's incoming gold coin sword thrust.

"Ah—!" the evil ghost let out a horrific scream; the area around its pierced soul burned, igniting an inextinguishable flame.

"Senior brother!" Jiang Zhi stopped him from beheading the evil ghost, turned to the bound evil ghost, and asked: "Why is my soul special?"

The evil ghost, knowing it was no match for her, initiated self‑detonation.

Jiang Zhi was dragged away by Wang Xiaolin; behind her, the evil ghost's tremendous power dissipated into the air.

The distorted space shifted, and they returned to reality.

Wang Xiaolin's coldness faded, turning him back into the carefree senior brother; he asked her puzzledly: "Xiao Zhi, why didn't you let me kill that evil ghost?"

It was just a little bit short of being perfect.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her forehead, "Senior brother, let's not talk about that first—did you sense even a trace of spiritual energy?"

Wang Xiaolin put away his gold coin sword, shook his head: "Nope."

Jiang Zhi opened her Yin‑Yang Eye; a golden halo appeared at the corners of her eyes as she walked toward the collapsed bedroom.

She crouched down and rummaged, finding a pot of withered grass that had been pressed and bent; the faint remaining spiritual energy emanated from this pot of grass.

Wang Xiaolin walked over, saw the flowerpot she was holding, examined it closely, and asked: "What is this?"

As Jiang Zhi's fingertip touched the withered grass, a flood of memories not her own instantly surfaced in her mind.

The far‑and‑wide‑renowned Song family had prospered a few years ago, but only by sacrificing the life of their own daughter; the Song family's young lady, Song Manzhu, whose life was drained, lived a tragic life, confined to the house, with nothing for company but this single pot of grass.

That was a gift from the sunglasses man; Song Manzhu treated that pot of grass as her confidant, as her best friend.

Even on her birthday night she made a wish: if only that pot of grass could become a person.

Thus a spirit was born.

By means of Word Spirit.

Word Spirit: when humans speak, a spirit comes into being.

The spirit came to know and accompany Song Manzhu, until they fell in love.

But the Song family ultimately met its end: the father, whose prosperity relied on his daughter's life, was entangled and devoured by an evil ghost; the mother met with a car accident; other relatives suffered one misfortune after another, all passing away.

Although the evil ghost feeds on malice, the father's wicked deeds were not enough to attract its attention.

Song Manzhu was kind, never having done evil; the spirit naturally absorbed her influence and became a benevolent spirit.

It was the benevolent spirit that was the key to attracting the evil ghost; it tracked down the sealed bedroom, intending to first devour Song Manzhu's soul, but the spirit blocked it—though the spirit was no match for it, it could only seal the evil ghost with all its power.

That is also why it has been unable to emerge and cause harm for so many years; it could only create human puppets to lure cultivators here, devour their souls to increase its power, hoping to break the seal.

After viewing all the memories, Jiang Zhi took a deep breath: "Spirits and humans are not of the same kind."

If it weren't for this spirit, the evil ghost would never have found the Song family.

The withered leaves trembled slightly.

Wang Xiaolin felt a wave of sorrow; tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he whined: "What's going on? I really want to cry…"

Jiang Zhi's face darkened: "Fine, I'll perform a rites for Song Manzhu so he won't cry anymore."

The withered leaves stilled.

Wang Xiaolin wiped his eyes dry and muttered: "I don't want to cry anymore—what's going on?"

Jiang Zhi chanted the salvation incantation in place; golden light spread out, enveloping a transparent shadow that slowly faded away.

Song Manzhu's experience was very much like that of the villain Yu Beihan, which moved Jiang Zhi to feel compassion.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have invited unnecessary karma by performing the rites for Song Manzhu.

"Little sis, what happened here? Do you know?" A low male voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Jiang Zhi turned back and saw more than ten people in black uniforms standing not far away, holding guns aimed at her and Wang Xiaolin.

Wang Xiaolin hurriedly stepped in front of Jiang Zhi, "Who are you?"

The team leader wore a jacket, his hair cut short, his eagle eyes fixed on them, "We are from the Government Demon‑Exorcism Department; we received news of a B‑class evil ghost and came to exorcise it."

After saying that, he glanced at them, "And you?"

Jiang Zhi hadn't spoken yet, the few people searching over there helped up Teacher Meng, who was the Bragging Master, and said, "Captain, we found Teacher Meng!"

The team leader frowned, raised his hand to signal, "Take them all!"

Just like that.

Jiang Zhi and Wang Xiaolin were taken to the interrogation room of the Government Demon‑Exorcism Department, where they were threatened and suppressed like criminals.

"Speak! What exactly happened?"

Jiang Zhi couldn't be bothered to speak.

Wang Xiaolin nervously said, "Brothers and sisters, we really are good people; those people weren't knocked out by us."

He had never seen such a big scene; he was about to cry from fright, restless, looking left and right, a pitiful sight.