Chapter 385

That scream before death carried extreme terror, and the long breath had not yet pulled out its rhyme when it suddenly stopped.

The group of servants heard it clearly. This scream came from the second young master of the Xin family, and it looked like he was in bad shape.

This scream shattered the last bit of courage of the servants outside the ancestral hall who had already been scared like frightened birds by the various strange things before. Old Master Xin's face showed an expression of shock and anger, and in his madness, there was still a trace of calmness.

He turned around and bowed to Wang Longxiang: "Immortal Master! This fierce ghost wants to destroy my Xin family's door! Please take action, Immortal Master, kill that fierce ghost... eliminate demons and defend the Dao!"

Wang Longxiang's expression was also a bit solemn. His spiritual sense and sword intent had failed to detect these few ghost attacks.

Wang Longxiang's cultivation was nearly at the peak of Core Formation. A sweep of his spiritual sense could read through a thousand miles, let alone a fierce ghost killing people right beside him. But now that he sent out his spiritual sense to cover the main hall, he could only feel that it was like being covered by a layer of thick fog. His spiritual sense swept over, as if a layer of illusory painting was floating.

Regarding Old Master Xin's words, Wang Longxiang just nodded slightly, pointed with his finger, and sent out a sword light that circled the crowd like a swimming dragon.

Those servants who had been scared out of their wits saw the "flying sword technique" issued by the "immortal" and finally summoned a bit of courage.

They crowded around Old Master Xin and Wang Longxiang and went toward the main hall...

Only when they arrived in front of the hall were they scared to gasp, and those with small courage were trembling, moving their steps with difficulty. The white spirit banners and hemp mourning clothes fluttering in front of the main hall had all turned into red colors. Red gauze hung down, and the word "funeral" had been replaced by the word "happiness." A large spirit hall turned into a bridal chamber in the blink of an eye.

Wang Longxiang looked at the remaining Daoist Academy spiritual talismans in the layers of gauze, and the runes on the talismans had been completely changed.

On the sloppy runes, cinnabar was like blood, faintly forming a strange beast with a single horn like an ox, which was using its horn to pry open a person's chest, exposing it to the sky.

"Fǎ Punishment Evil Person Talisman!" Wang Longxiang's expression was a bit solemn.

Old Master Xin stared with bloodshot eyes and said in horror: "What evil method is this?"

"This is not an evil method. Fǎ is the 'law' character in ancient texts, which is the shape of the divine beast Xiezhi. The Fǎ Punishment Evil Person Talisman is a talisman used by the ancient Xuan Sect to suppress the evil soul and resentment of evil people when killing them. It was created by the Legalist school, a talisman for suppressing criminal ghosts, symbolizing clear and proper punishment, suppressing evil ghosts!"

Wang Longxiang spoke more and more fluently, and only when talking about these cultivation matters would his words be more.

In a village of less than a thousand people outside Jiankang City, not only did a strange blood case occur, but there was also a fierce ghost coming to collect debts; mysterious spirit creatures leaked secrets; now even this kind of very rare ancient Legalist talisman, which would be known only by the true transmission of the Daoist sect or those with profound knowledge if not for the true transmission of the Daoist sect, had suddenly appeared...

This time, even Wang Longxiang had full doubts—this haunting case was becoming more and more strange and deep!

The second young master of the Xin family was sitting on the chair facing the main door of the main hall, and everyone could see him at a glance.

He was bleeding from seven orifices, his chest and abdomen were exposed. Among the servants, some had already remembered the strange crying sounds tonight, as well as some rumors in the manor. At this moment, they were all whispering in terror behind, and words like "Yu Yu Changsheng Soup!", "Revenge", "Liushi", and "Young Girl" were faintly heard!

Old Master Xin looked at his son, squeezed out two tears, and asked with red eyes: "Immortal Master... Young Master, you must avenge my poor child!"

Wang Longxiang summoned his flying sword, held it in his hand, and stepped slowly into the main hall.

Under the big red "happiness" character, the second young master of the Xin family sat in the chair at the head, with his internal organs exposed. From behind the screen of the main hall came a faint nursery rhyme: "The stars in the sky blink and blink, the obedient girl doesn't speak..."

Behind the screen, a woman was holding a string of silver bells, sitting by the window and looking blankly.

The rope of the bells had turned purple, like solidified blood, and there were some bloodstains left on the bells, as if they had been picked up from the corpse outside.

The simple silver bells were a bit small. Although they were not worth much money, they were the most precious things to their owner. Between the three small bells, there was also a small silver plate, on which was engraved a mother's most simple wish.

Peace!

The woman seemed to notice Wang Longxiang's footsteps. She stopped singing.

The wind blowing through the hall moved the silver bells, scattering crisp bell sounds.

At this moment, the light beside Wang Longxiang dimmed. It turned out that Old Master Xin behind had also followed up. He looked at the woman's back, his face showing a complex expression mixed with ferocity, hatred, disgust, and fear. That string of silver bells was like a scorpion stinging his hand, making his old flesh jump with burning pain.

Then the gaze turned into naked murderous intent. Old Master Xin swung the killing sword in his hand fiercely at the woman's back.

"No!" Wang Longxiang shouted to stop him.

But Xin Wuxu seemed not to notice, and a shrill roar came from his mouth: "Return my son's life!"

The woman turned her hand and grabbed the silver bells. At this moment, in the bell sounds, it was as if someone was crying in soft Wu dialect: "Mother, I'm so scared!"

"Ah!" The woman raised her head and roared shrilly.

Countless red gauze danced, her long hair swung as she turned her head, and a pair of rough hands opened their long fingernails and stabbed behind her.

The red gauze entangled Old Master Xin. Seeing that the sharp claws were about to stab into his heart and dig it out, Wang Longxiang hesitated for a moment, but still took action to cut off the spreading red gauze.

Old Master Xin was a bit wealthy, usually leaning on a cane, but at this moment, his figure holding the long sword was exceptionally agile. His fat body rolled on the ground, which was the rolling sword technique of the army, covering his back with a shield, rolling and slashing at the lower body. Although it sounded like a third-rate trick in the world of wanderers, it was actually a real military killing sword technique.

"Kill!" Old Master Xin's face was ferocious, gathering his blood and roaring: "Kill!"

If it were an ordinary wandering ghost, being rushed by his blood and roared at, it should have frozen for a moment, and then it would be a slash mixed with rolling raw evil qi.

But the sword fell on the woman's body, empty and falling, with only some red gauze cut off. The red gauze fell, but Qian Chen's figure appeared not far away. He held that string of silver bells, stepped on the Nine Palaces Yu steps, chanted the "Supreme Qingxuan Taiyi Saving Suffering and Eliminating Sin Confession," and waved an iron sword, outlining a mysterious rune.

"... Respectfully looking at the great compassion, cave hanging giant swamp, bowing down with great grace. Today I practice the Dao, burning incense to the origin, thanking for sins and repenting. The soul of the deceased, from birth to death!"

In the chanting sound, Qian Chen raised his head calmly, facing the direction where Wang Longxiang and the others were.

Old Master Xin's expression had already twisted. He raised his sword and clamored: "So it was you, this evil Daoist, playing god and ghost! What money do you want that I wouldn't give you? Why harm my whole family?"

"I have already said that I came here not for money, not for fame, but only to eliminate demons, defend the Dao, and uphold justice!"

Qian Chen said slowly: "There is only one evil ghost in this Xin family, and that is you, Xin Wuxu! Cooking people into soup, wanting to perform evil arts for longevity, killing children and devouring grandchildren, heaven and reason cannot tolerate!"

"Nonsense!" Xin Wuxu screamed: "This is all your one-sided words, evil Daoist, colluding with demons and ghosts. Do you know—the true transmission of the Daoist Academy, the children of the Wang family of Langya are here, how can you allow you to confuse black and white and rely on evil magic to commit murder?"

Qian Chen picked up the string of silver bells. The small bells were tied to the red rope and floated up from Qian Chen's hand.

The bells swayed with the wind, emitting low words: "Mother, girl is so scared!"

Immediately after, Old Master Xin's voice came out: "Daughter! Daughter, if she dies, just give birth to another one... Are you short of women? Trash!"

"This is my last chance, Yu Yu Changsheng Soup! The Daoist book says it needs a child born in the six yins. I finally found you. Do you know what a great opportunity this is?... Girl, girl is even better! Pure yin nourishes, and she has my bloodline, even more nourishing!... Must be locked in the cellar for forty-nine days, taking secret medicine every day... You be obedient, and I will let you see your mother!"

"Woo woo woo... Mother, it's so dark here!"

"Drink this bowl of soup... and I will take you to see your mother! Don't cry, it won't be good if the essence is lost!"

"Clang clang..."

(Sound of sword chopping on the cutting board)

Qian Chen's expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Wang Longxiang gradually clenched his fists upon hearing the sound of the sword, and the silent two were sandwiched by a dead Xin Old Master, with a layer of fine sweat seeping out of his fat face.

The silver bells fell...

Qian Chen held them in his hand, and Xin Old Master said tremblingly: "A bowl of Yu Yu Changsheng Soup extends life by sixty years. You work hard to cultivate the Dao, isn't it also for longevity? Now that there is ready-made precious medicine in front of you, children of the six yins are not hard to find! I have already found another clue, this time it is a boy, which is of great benefit to improving cultivation..."

"Young Master Wang, with your family background, longevity is within reach! Really, I have tried it. I was so old I was almost dead, and the injuries I suffered on the battlefield were hurting every day. Now I am all better, looking like a man in his forties!"

Murderous intent had already appeared in Wang Longxiang's eyes. He stepped back, looked at Xin Wuxu coldly, indicating that he was staying out of it and leaving it to Qian Chen to deal with.

"There has never been any Yu Yu Changsheng Soup..."

Qian Chen said calmly: "You look like you have extended your life, but it is actually just an evil technique of extracting marrow and nourishing blood."

"Yu Yu Changsheng Soup, girls of the six yins? They are all used to refine evil magic! Whether it is the Six-Six True Essence Gourd or the Nine-Child Mother Heavenly Ghost, many magic techniques in the demonic path require sacrifices of specific birth dates and fates." Qian Chen sighed slowly: "And here, close to Jiankang, those demons dare not act recklessly, so naturally they have to use people like you to act!"

"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. Don't worry, I will let those demons come down to accompany you..."

"This bell, plus your soul, can take us to the place where you buried the bones of the girl of the six yins! You must have made arrangements there according to that Daoist book. Then we will understand who the demon behind the scenes is!"

After saying this, without waiting for Xin Old Master to shake his lips and drum his tongue again, or say anything else.

Qian Chen grabbed with his backhand, the silver bells rang loudly, and a chilling coldness completely enveloped Xin Wuxu. The woman had been standing quietly behind him. Hearing Qian Chen finish speaking, she bowed slightly and thanked Qian Chen again.

After the salute... Xin Wuxu shook all over, his eyes bulged, and he trembled on his face, showing extreme fear and pain.

His clothes fell, and then in his violent and crazy trembling, his limbs twitched, his right eye suddenly sank into his body, revealing a bloody hole.

Immediately after, his stomach swelled rapidly. First his facial features disappeared one by one, then his internal organs, and soon, Xin Wuxu swelled rapidly into a ball.

His stomach had completely filled his body, or rather, his body was squeezing into his stomach bit by bit.

When everything was over, only a meat ball appeared in place, with a small ball still on top, which was Xin Wuxu's head. He was still alive at this time, but he had already suffered extreme pain. Qian Chen came to him, placed the silver bells on top of his head, and strands of soul drilled out of the meat ball and entered the silver bells.

The silver bells shook softly!

Qian Chen said calmly to the woman: "The soul I have sealed in is not stable yet. After dawn, we should be able to use this to search for the location of your daughter's soul and bones!"

The woman kowtowed deeply, took the string of silver bells like a treasure, and bowed.

Wang Longxiang stood in the spirit hall, as if he had turned a blind eye to all this. He was just waiting for the moment for him to take action.