Chapter 59: His Strength Is Terrifying Just From His Stance

Boom—boom—boom!

The sound of gongs and drums echoed unceasingly across the sacrificial square, and the entire stage was filled with a festive and lively scene.

Some ghost villagers were vigorously performing the lion dance, moving with such flexibility and lifelike skill that one might momentarily think the lion had come to life; others held torches in their hands and wine in their mouths, spitting out roaring balls of fire that amazed the crowd; and some even held sharp daggers, tore their own hearts out alive, placed them trembling onto the sacrificial tray, and then continued to dance wildly in place, performing shamanistic rituals.

Old Xiezhi and Minister Ancheng seemed to see the prosperity of Yin Yuan Village before it became a desolate village.

"If they are repeating the rituals of the past, does it mean that the Great God Yin Yuan reached out his demonic claws to this village many years ago?" Minister Ancheng frowned and asked.

The Bureau of Abnormal Affairs has been established for many years.

Its systems in all aspects have become quite perfect, basically achieving the prevention of supernatural incidents before they occur or their timely handling to prevent the spread of influence within the country.

Yet, how could the location of Yin Yuan Village have gone completely undetected before the incident?

Even after the "Desolate Village Chronicles" incident five years ago, they investigated here for a full two months, almost turning over the ground to look.

They still found no trace of any lingering disaster or artifacts.

Thus, it was archived and judged as a disaster site with no threat, and some even felt it didn't need to be defined as a disaster site at all, since there was truly nothing left.

Who knows how those five idiots found the place where the Great God Yin Yuan was sealed!

"Hmm, after we return, write a self-criticism report for me. If the investigation back then had been more detailed, and the Great God Yin Yuan had been sealed or dealt with in advance, today's incident could have been avoided. You bear responsibility for this matter," Old Xiezhi said expressionlessly.

Minister Ancheng: "?"

We are equals, buddy!

Why does it seem like you are my superior?

"Hehe, Old Xiezhi, that joke is a bit cold," he chuckled and teased.

However, Old Xiezhi slowly reached out and produced ten talisman papers from thin air, saying calmly, "I am not joking."

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The talisman papers flew toward the sacrificial stage as if they had eyes, instantly surrounding it.

In an instant, a faint blue light rose from the talisman papers.

Projections of their own appearances floated above the heads of the ghost villagers who were performing and conducting shamanistic rituals, but these projections were tightly bound by strange chains.

"Court of Judgment! Open!"

Old Xiezhi's voice suddenly became filled with majesty.

Those ghost villagers even stopped what they were doing, suddenly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to him.

At the same time, a distinct golden light rose in Old Xiezhi's eyes, as if capable of seeing through all secrets and sins.

He glanced over the ghost villagers on the stage.

After a moment, he sighed.

He waved his hand casually and said, "Your crimes are heinous, your ignorance profound; your souls have rotted to the extreme. Repent in your next life."

Clang—

As soon as his words fell, the shackles on the soul projections of the ghost villagers instantly exploded.

They were no longer bound by the Great God Yin Yuan!

But they had no time to cheer and rejoice.

Projections of pale golden sharp swords hovered above their heads and silently descended with Old Xiezhi's wave of his hand.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The next second, dozens of ghost villagers fell down simultaneously.

Their souls screamed as they were pierced by the sharp swords, vanishing between heaven and earth with pain and unwillingness.

The next life was the cold joke Old Xiezhi mentioned.

Because they would never have a next life.

"Let's go to the ancestral hall; the source of the shackles binding these villagers is over there," Old Xiezhi squinted, looking toward the distant ancestral hall.

In his eyes, countless pitch-black chains extended from that direction, binding every villager and torturing their souls.

But Old Xiezhi felt no sympathy at all.

He could also see that the souls of these villagers were inherently filled with filth.

It was just that the number of shackles...

Was truly too many.

The Great God Yin Yuan, capable of binding so many souls, was likely far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

After hearing Old Xiezhi indicate the direction,

a smile rose slightly at the corner of Minister Ancheng's mouth.

He stomped his foot hard, and his entire body shot out toward the ancestral hall like a cannonball, raising his fist, whose knuckles were covered in calluses, and smashing down fiercely.

Boom—

Dust soared into the sky.

The sight of massive amounts of bricks and tiles shattering and flying, and houses collapsing, made the corner of Old Xiezhi's mouth twitch.

The ancestral hall, originally built quite large and exquisitely, had nearly half of its structures collapsed under one punch from Minister Ancheng, especially that long corridor, which had completely become a pile of rubble on the ground.

Just as Minister Ancheng said before entering the village—

He is good at hitting people.

Translated, this means that in terms of physical damage, he considers himself a strong one.

"Where are the ghosts! Come out and face me!" Minister Ancheng's arrogant voice came from inside the ancestral hall.

He twisted his neck and demolished the houses one by one; his barbaric degree made anyone who saw it shake their heads in disapproval, deeming it too crude.

He also had no need to worry about being ambushed mentally by that damn Great God Yin Yuan.

Old Xiezhi was still watching from below.

He knew that stubborn donkey well.

Except for a slight drop in spiritual power when he first entered Yin Yuan Village due to the sudden incident, he had felt no mental impact whatsoever until now.

Clearly, Old Xiezhi had exerted force in the shadows to suppress or block it in advance.

He said he wanted me to write a self-criticism, but in reality, he wouldn't slack off on the tasks that needed doing.

What would those young people call it?

Just a dead tsundere.

"Ten o'clock direction, two hundred meters distance." Old Xiezhi's voice sounded in his ear.

Minister Ancheng didn't hesitate for a second.

He launched himself forward again.

A mere two hundred meters was covered by him in an instant.

He suddenly saw a pig head, rotten until almost only a skeleton remained, floating in mid-air.

Those hollow eyes, even though they seemed to hold nothing, made Minister Ancheng feel as if someone was hammering his head fiercely just from a single glance.

Immediately, a wave of dizziness surged into his brain.

"Silence!"

Before Minister Ancheng could start losing spiritual power, Old Xiezhi's majestic voice, filled with authority after opening the Court of Judgment, sounded again.

In an instant, the dizziness vanished completely.

The floating carcass of the pig head ghost also shook, as if struck by some attack.

Old Xiezhi's figure had also appeared by his side at some unknown time.

"Yin Yuan Great God, right? I know you possess reason. Now, I ask, you answer."

Old Xiezhi spoke flatly, looking up.

The blue light of the ten talisman papers surrounding him became increasingly obvious; his momentum constantly rose, and a strange oppressive pressure radiated from him.

Even Minister Ancheng, standing by his side, felt the unease of a thief or bandit meeting a police officer.

It was as nervous as if his inner filth had been stripped bare and he was about to face judgment.

Good heavens, this guy's Court of Judgment is getting stronger and stronger; he didn't feel this way when standing by his side before.

"First, how long ago did you start meddling with Yin Yuan Village; second, what is your purpose for descending; third, who sealed you, give me the specific details."

Old Xiezhi's tone was unhurried.

Just like an old detective interrogating a criminal with a fragile psychological defense, he was not at all worried that the other party would be stubborn or lie.

Under the Court of Judgment, a spirit body is powerless to resist.

Hearing this, the pig head looked over.

Unexpectedly, it only transmitted a strange mental fluctuation.

From this fluctuation, Old Xiezhi could sense what the other party wanted to express—

"Yin Corpse... Face Change... Madman?"

"Penguin... Aura... Hatred?"

"Praise... Calamity?"

Old Xiezhi's expression became increasingly unnatural.

The other party's reason seemed somewhat confused.

But the last words made him feel a trace of unease.

【Praise Calamity】

This is the faith phrase of an extremely influential evil organization 【Disaster Cult】.

That is to say, this Yin Yuan Great God was either a handiwork of the Disaster Cult from the start, or something was done to it by the Disaster Cult during its sealing.

"You..."

Buzz—

Before Old Xiezhi could continue the judgment.

A booming sound echoed within his mind.

Following it was a powerful shackle that tightly locked Old Xiezhi's spiritual power, preventing him from mobilizing the props and equipment capable of dealing with spirit bodies.

The talisman papers floating beside Old Xiezhi also became dim.

【Mental Chains Remaining Time—30 Minutes】

【This is the effect of a Legendary-grade prop; it cannot be dispelled by props of the same level or lower】

A symbol resembling an inverted triangle gradually appeared on the pig head's forehead; immediately, its momentum instantly crushed his Court of Judgment.

"Not good! This is a trap set by the Disaster Cult!" Old Xiezhi said through gritted teeth.

That symbol basically confirmed the other party's connection to the Disaster Cult, and they had even left behind a powerful and highly targeted trap prop.

It would only trigger when used against the Yin Yuan Great God with props and equipment specializing in spirit bodies.

It was as if the other party had foreseen that someone would come to explore the Yin Yuan Great God's memories.

They had applied an insurance policy to it in advance.

It was even a 【Legendary】-grade prop!

This was a trap targeting him!

"Old Fist! Run quickly!" Old Xiezhi shouted with a pale face.

Minister Ancheng was no fool.

The moment he saw the talisman papers beside Old Xiezhi weaken, he grabbed the other party, turned around, and planned to leave Yin Yuan Village first to discuss matters later.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the Yin Yuan Great God moved.

Boom—

Heavenly thunder rolled down, encircling the entire ancestral hall.

In an instant, it formed a lightning cage.

They had become trapped beasts.

"Although I dislike the male form... but your... physical strength is acceptable... your soul strength is superior... as temporary vessels... barely qualified." The Great God Yin Yuan floated toward them, speaking with halting pauses.

Clearly, he intended to use these two as temporary vessels for his descent into the human world!

His current state was actually not very good either.

His current power was merely temporary; soon he would lose his sanity and strength once more.

Unless he found a suitable vessel for descent.

Only by devouring the other's soul and flesh could he maintain his might for a time.

That damn penguin's casually tossed seal was terrifyingly strong; without a sufficiently powerful soul to occupy, he truly had no way to escape this humiliating pig head.

Once he returned to the human world,

he would first seek out that damn madman who could change faces! His body was the best!

Watching the pig head draw ever closer to Old Xiezhi,

Minister Ancheng discovered that no matter how he attacked, any physical damage simply passed right through the pig head.

He grew somewhat afraid.

He might truly capsize in a gutter!

Clang—

Just at this moment of extreme tension,

accompanied by a sound of breaking the air and piercing brick and stone, the three within the lightning cage turned their gazes toward it.

They clearly saw a strange, rusted broken sword stuck in the ground, its hilt wrapped in a large amount of bandages.

A figure walked in from outside the cage.

Upon contacting that terrifying lightning, his body merely paused slightly, then walked in unscathed, as if simply lifting a leg to step over a stair.

He pulled the sword from the ground.

That youth extended his index finger, raising his arm to shoulder height, leaned his upper body slightly backward, turned his side toward the Great God Yin Yuan, and with sharp eyes struck a pose reminiscent of a JOJO stand.

Tilting his head, he spoke calmly: "Trash, do you wish to sleep underground for another five years? Or do you intend to sleep forever this time? I and the Black-hearted Penguin can both satisfy you."

As soon as the words fell, Old Xiezhi and Minister Ancheng actually saw the Great God Yin Yuan in mid-air stop.

He even retreated a very long distance backward.

He seemed filled with fear toward the youth before him.

Because from the other's words, the Great God Yin Yuan recalled the helplessness he felt when facing that strange penguin back then; if the other wished to kill him, it would be as simple as crushing an ant.

Power could be stripped away at will.

The true form could be sealed at will.

This fear began to amplify infinitely under the effect of Wu Wang's 【Fear Disseminator】, as if that penguin were about to jump out and strike him with a cane again.

Of course, Old Xiezhi and Minister Ancheng knew nothing of all this.

In their eyes, the youth had suppressed the Great God Yin Yuan with a single finger, and the other seemed extremely wary.

Just from his stance, one could see he was terrifyingly strong!

Damn it! Where did this big shot come from?