Chapter 767: Old Enemy Appears

As everyone rushed into the backyard, what met their eyes was a scene of utter chaos.

But all they saw were shriveled corpses everywhere; regardless of whether they were the highly skilled guards or the servants and their families, they had long since stopped breathing, their necks torn apart, and their skin presenting an eerie paleness.

Among them were several young children, who were Wang Maode's grandsons.

The intense fishy smell, mixed with the sweet, greasy, filthy aura peculiar to corpses, almost turned into substance, fiercely pasting itself onto the nose and mouth of everyone who rushed into the courtyard.

Candlelight flickered, illuminating the large bloodstains on the walls, making them appear and disappear.

And in the main hall of the backyard, a Daoist nun sat with her head lowered on a grand armchair.

The light was dim, making it appear very mysterious.

And Wang Maode, who arrived later, stared fixedly at the two small corpses not far away.

Those were his two grandsons, who at this moment were like discarded rag dolls, withered and cyan, maintaining the posture of curling up and calling for help, with a pair of empty eye sockets facing the sky directly.

A howl that did not sound like a human voice exploded.

"Ah—!"

"All of you, go up! Chop her into pieces! Chop her—!"

Wang Maode's eyes were about to split, roaring like a mad bull, fiercely pushing the servants beside him who had already lost their souls and whose legs were shaking like a sieve.

Several servants were urged by the master's fury. Fear temporarily suppressed their panic. Their throats rattled, and they raised knives, guns, and sticks and rushed forward in a mess.

But their footsteps were staggering and floating, and they were obviously scared to the point of having soft legs.

"Wait!"

Li Yan didn't look back and stopped everyone.

He narrowed his eyes, looked into the hall, and said in a deep voice: "She died long ago..."

At this time, everyone also heard a rustling sound.

But the Daoist nun's head suddenly fell off and rolled on the ground.

And on her back, the Jinhua Cat Demon was lying and tearing, its face full of blood.

It seemed that because it had absorbed a lot of essence and blood, the cat demon's originally withered grass-like fur had regained its luster, its muscles were bulging and knotted, and it was digging into the Daoist nun's skin and flesh at a distorted angle.

Thick, turbid saliva mixed with the Daoist nun's broken flesh kept dripping from its hideous fangs.

Looking at the scene around him, Li Yan had roughly guessed what happened.

This Daoist nun couldn't control the Jinhua Cat Demon at all, but was its puppet. Because it hadn't obtained the essence and blood of the pregnant woman's fetus before and was backlashed by the spell, the cat demon went mad, causing the tragedy before them.

And this Wang Maode, he definitely wasn't completely ignorant.

It was mostly colluding with a tiger, bringing disaster upon himself.

Of course, Li Yan couldn't care about asking more at this time. He held the Dust-Severing Knife horizontally, crackling electric light flashed, exerted force under his feet, and with a "whoosh," he instantly entered the main hall.

But at the same time.

"Whew——!"

A sharp and ear-piercing whistle appeared on the courtyard wall in the distance without warning.

The whistle was sharp, carrying a penetrating power that could destroy the heart and soul.

The cat demon seemed to be summoned, and with a "whoosh," it soared into the air and crashed through the roof.

An expert had come, and there was more than one!

It was probably the real mastermind.

Li Yan had some guesses in his heart, but his movements didn't stop.

Having met before, he already knew that this cat demon's escape technique was superb, its speed was amazing, so how could he not be prepared? Two soul-hooking ropes had already darted out, rolling into a net in the air.

He didn't control the soul-severing flying knives, and didn't use thunder magic. Although the power was reduced, the concealment was stronger, and it directly blocked in front of the Jinhua Cat Demon.

"Roar-woo——!"

The cat demon was entangled by the soul-hooking rope, and its whole body stiffened.

However, this beast's wild nature exploded, and it howled, wanting to break free.

Li Yan was also a little surprised. The soul of the demon kind was indeed different from that of a human, more violent and chaotic, and coupled with the fact that this cat demon's cultivation was not shallow, it could struggle.

Of course, he had plenty of follow-up moves.

Buzz-buzz~

The newly refined arm guard Qiannian had long stored Lei Gang, and in an instant, it whistled up along the soul-hooking rope, forming a thunder net, binding the cat demon.

At the same time, Li Yan also stepped on the beam, soared into the air and crashed through the roof, and the Dust-Severing Knife whistled down, slashing toward the cat demon's head.

Pfft!

The cat demon's head was directly chopped off.

Li Yan carried the head, turned around like a kite, stood firm, and held the knife to look at the opposite side.

But on the opposite courtyard wall, ripples of air like water waves rippled open.

Like a stage curtain being pulled open, several figures quietly solidified, either wearing opera costumes or with oil paint on their faces, somewhat containing elements of an opera troupe.

Among them, a young female lead in green, with the night wind stirring her robes and skirt, moved lightly as if she had no weight. The white oil paint covered her true face, only a point of scarlet like blood on her lips, hooking an indescribable eerie arc, smiling but not smiling.

She stared fixedly at Li Yan, her voice suppressed, and with an opera tone:

"Oh my~ you compensate my slave's cat~"

"Hmph!"

Li Yan's eyes were cold, and his left hand flashed with thunder light.

Crackling thunder light flashed, the cat head was split into charcoal, and the cat demon soul that was constantly struggling in black mist was also split into pieces.

Even if the other party had any means, there was no chance of rebirth.

But unlike him, the others in the courtyard had a different performance.

Silence, a deathly silence shrouded the backyard.

The noise of cursing, weeping, and running just now seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand.

"Thunder Hand" Xu Kong Zhenshan was full of vigilance, took a step back, and gritted his teeth:

"Ghost Opera Troupe..."

Wang Maode opened his mouth, the blood color on his distorted face faded, and his teeth chattered.

The monstrous fury just now seemed to have been drained in an instant.

As for those salt merchants, including the guards, they all retreated in fear.

Li Yan glanced at it lightly, somewhat surprised.

This evil cultivation organization, the Ghost Opera Troupe, was naturally an old opponent.

Before leaving the capital, Luo Mingzi also asked him to pay attention to investigation. These evildoers were very likely to have cooperated with Jianmu and were raging in Jiangnan, and he didn't know what conspiracy they had.

It was just that he didn't expect the Ghost Opera Troupe's fierce reputation to be so great.

There were five people from the Ghost Opera Troupe who came, but the leader slowly stepped forward.

He was dressed as a Daoist in opera costume, his figure was thin and rugged, his wide black Daoist robe looked even emptier, and he carried a soul-guiding banner on his back. The night wind blew through his sparse withered hair, revealing his withered face.

"Huangquan Sanren!"

"Thunder Hand" Xu Kong Zhenshan roared: "So it was you who were making trouble. This is Yangzhou city, the social order troops can be dispatched at any time, making you all lose your souls!"

Although the words were harsh, his voice was trembling, obviously supporting himself.

"Woo-woo~"

As soon as the words fell, the female lead who drove the cat demon sang while crying: "My slave sent a cat slave into the city~ the reason is this social order troop, the matter is over, but I pity my cat~"

After saying that, she looked at Li Yan again, "You you you, such a cruel heart~"

Xu Kong Zhenshan's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

He had the intention to organize people to break out, but after looking around, he didn't know when the entire mansion had been wrapped in thick fog. He knew that this place had fallen into a maze, so he retreated quietly and thought of countermeasures.

The leader, Huangquan Sanren, ignored him but looked at Li Yan:

"You are Li Yan, we have been waiting for a long time..."

"Ho."

Li Yan's mouth curved into an arc, joking half-jokingly: "Interesting, we were sailing in the dark, and didn't make a big splash, but it became known to everyone, tsk tsk."

Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were as cold as a knife. ===== CHAPTER 768 =====