[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele":3,"chapter-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-172":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Invincible Female Ghost Is A Bit Of A Hopeless Romantic",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1706360,2180,"Chapter 172: The main body has appeared, hurry up and make your move!!","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-172",172,"\u003Cp>Actually, Lu Yuan could see it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There isn't a single evil entity in the world that isn't afraid of Thunder Techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the danger indicator on Lu Yuan's [Vanquish Demons and Exorcise Evil] system had clearly marked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant that his Thunder Technique had not struck the true body of the Faceless Malevolent Deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now the problem arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing this now, breaking through it would be extremely difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous thunderbolt had blasted away one old woman's face, but there were still countless faces within that qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Lu Yuan were at his peak with his zhenran, he would still need to control the power of his zhenran and the heavenly thunder, striking multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how many more times could he strike?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When would he ever finish striking them all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where would Lu Yuan get that much zhenran?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Faceless Malevolent Deity standing in place, then reaching out again, grabbing and pressing another old man's face onto its own, Lu Yuan felt a bit helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the Faceless Malevolent Deity had been completely motionless earlier...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't even try to interrupt Lu Yuan during his lengthy thunder-summoning process...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Faceless Malevolent Deity simply wasn't afraid!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct confrontation wouldn't work; he needed a different method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan glanced at the Yunting in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloud patterns on the sword blade had dimmed significantly, with only a small section near the hilt still glowing faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't use Thunder Techniques anymore, and his zhenran was mostly depleted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan looked up at that mass of qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The qi was surging out from the crack, spreading across the ground, covering everything with those faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faces tumbled within the qi, floating to the edge of the crack only to be sucked back in, floating out, being sucked back, unable to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at that process, Lu Yuan suddenly thought of something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man had taught him a method of sealing and suppression, not attacking, but sealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seal those souls within the qi, preventing them from coming out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the souls couldn't come out, the Malevolent Deity would have no shells to swap into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no shells to swap, it would be exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, Lu Yuan sheathed his sword, slung the Yunting onto his back, and pulled five talismans from his robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not thunder talismans, but \"Soul-Suppressing Talismans.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yellow paper with cinnabar, drawn in the traditional Daoist method for suppressing souls, every stroke taught to him hand-in-hand by the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The talisman bore the character for \"rescue,\" surrounded by the Eight Trigrams, with a chain pattern encircling the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chain had a beginning and an end, the head at the top of the talisman, the tail at the bottom, connecting end to end, link interlocking with link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the paper figure Hu Tutu also rushed over to help, holding the lamp aloft with both hands, its white light still covering those faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daoist Priest, I'll help you hold off the Faceless Malevolent Deity!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu's voice was quite loud, sounding as if there were no issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a glance over revealed she wouldn't last long; the lamp was shaking, her hands were shaking, her whole body was trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan didn't respond to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread the five talismans on the ground, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the talismans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood from the tip of the tongue was supremely yang, most effective for suppressing souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the blood landed, the cinnabar on the talismans glowed briefly, and the chain patterns seemed to come alive, writhing slightly on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He formed a \"Suppression Altar Seal\" with his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thumb pressing the base of the ring finger, index and middle fingers extended forward together, ring and little fingers curled, palm facing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the opening gesture for sealing and suppressing yin souls in Daoist practice. When the old man taught him, he said this hand seal couldn't be formed carelessly; once formed, it couldn't be released, or the souls would escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heaven clear, earth numinous, souls return to their positions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yin returns to the yin underworld, yang returns to the yang heavens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Six Paths have their gates, the Nine Netherworlds have their roads.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today I seal this place, souls shall not emerge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recited one line, taking a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reciting four lines, he stood before the mass of qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The qi churned at his feet, those faces floating up from within, one by one sticking to his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once stuck, they became motionless, pale and ghastly, with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, just plastered to his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pain, no itch, but cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold to the bone, cold to the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan ignored them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought the two fingers of his right hand together, drawing a talisman pattern on his left palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it was zhenran flowing across his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where his finger passed, his palm grew hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, he slammed his left palm onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground flashed briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not light, but patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pattern after pattern spread outward from his palm, like a spider's web, like tree roots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the patterns spread, those faces stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No tumbling, no surging, no sticking to his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fixed there, like white circles drawn on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light from the paper figure Hu Tutu's lamp shone over, falling on those faces. The faces trembled, but couldn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at that very moment, the Faceless Malevolent Deity to the side moved!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not walking, but sliding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't take steps; its entire body slid across the ground, impossibly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity, now wearing an old man's face again, opened its wide mouth—no teeth, no tongue, just a dark hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind poured from the dark hole, cold wind carrying the stench of a rotting mud pond, sweeping up paper ashes and fallen leaves from the ground, crashing down upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu stood in front of Lu Yuan, raising the lamp overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hu Family of Continuing the Lamp, lend me your power—Lamp Wall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She planted the lamp on the ground before her feet. As the lamp landed, the light from the wick exploded outward—not illumination, but a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bluish-white wall of light surged from the wick, over a person's height, about three feet wide, shielding her and Lu Yuan behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light wall was thin as paper, with something swimming inside, like fish, like snakes, like those faces churning in the qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity crashed into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light wall emitted a \"dong\" sound, like a massive temple bell being struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu staggered back a step, her shoe soles scraping a mark on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting her teeth, she pushed forward a step, pressing both hands on the lamp. The lamp shook, the light wall shook, her whole body shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity pressed against the light wall, its newly swapped face distorted from the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daoist Priest! Hurry!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu shouted, her voice cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan also knew the situation was critical. Not daring to delay, he quickly retreated three steps, forming the \"Soul-Sealing Seal\" with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Palms pressed together, fingers interlocked, thumbs pressed against each other. This was the final step of the seal; once the seal was complete, the sealing was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five Directions suppress souls, Eight Trigrams seal the gates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Souls return to their positions, hun-po guard their roots.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Within this boundary, this domain, souls shall not leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Supreme Dao's command, urgently, urgently, as by the law's command!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reciting the final line, he pressed both hands downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five talismans lit up simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red of the cinnabar, the gold of the chain patterns, the silver of the Eight Trigrams—three-colored light intertwined, like five pillars pinning that mass of qi to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The qi stopped spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those faces stopped tumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fixed there, completely motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crack was still there, but the qi couldn't emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sealed by the five talismans, sealed over that crack, like a pot lid covering a pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu's lamp dimmed, shifting from white light back to a dim yellow glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned on her knees, panting heavily, the lamp in her arms swaying back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at that moment, the Faceless Malevolent Deity retreated a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not forced back, but retreated on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It retreated a step, tilting its head. It had no eyes, but it was looking at the patterns on the ground, at those fixed faces, at Lu Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, not a crash, but a smash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised that fingerless claw and smashed it against the light wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light wall emitted a \"crack\" sound, splitting a fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu was jolted, landing hard on her rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp tilted, the light wall tilted, leaning heavily to one side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scrambled up, lunged to straighten the lamp, pressing both hands on it, her whole body lying on the ground, using her body to prop up the lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hu Family of Continuing the Lamp, lend me life—the lamp shall not extinguish!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light within the wick dimmed briefly, then brightened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dimmer than before, but it brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure on the light wall slowed, stopped spreading upward, halting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn't close; it remained cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity raised its claw, preparing to smash again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu, lying on the ground, looked up at Lu Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was covered in dust, her two little buns completely askew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lock!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by Lu Yuan's furious shout, that mass of qi was completely suppressed by him!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, the Faceless Malevolent Deity's claw came smashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light wall shattered with a \"pa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cracked, but shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bluish-white light exploded, shattering into countless points of light like fireflies, like broken glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu was blasted backward, her back slamming into a tree, the lamp flying from her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It rolled on the ground, tumbling three times before stopping in a pile of fallen leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp was still lit, a dim yellow, flickering unsteadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, Lu Yuan had already turned to face the Faceless Malevolent Deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Success!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now a problem arose...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the previous series of maneuvers, the zhenran in Lu Yuan's body was nearly depleted again!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the paper figure Hu Tutu struggled up from under the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back had hit the tree, tearing a hole in her clothing, revealing pale white skin beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skin bore patterns, not human patterns, but paper patterns, line after line, like paper that had been folded and then unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced down at her arm, pulled her sleeve down to cover it, and stumbled over to retrieve the eight-hole lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp lay in the pile of fallen leaves, the wick still glowing, a dim yellow, flickering unsteadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hugged the lamp to her chest; it trembled slightly, its light dimming another fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daoist Priest...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She called out, her voice raspy, like paper rubbing together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight shone upon it, tall and thin like a bamboo pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face it wore now was an old man's, wrinkled and creased, eyebrows drooping, corners of the mouth also sagging, the entire face like one of mourning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tilted its head, looking at the paper figure Hu Tutu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No eyes, but it was looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at her lamp, at the patterns on her arm, at her hands holding the lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it raised that fingerless claw, reaching out in her direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From over ten feet away, it was grasping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp in the paper figure Hu Tutu's arms suddenly brightened, then dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light from the wick had been siphoned away a segment, dimming significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu's face paled briefly. Hugging the lamp, she crouched on the ground, trembling all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was draining her lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew the Yunting from his back. The moment the blade left the scabbard, the moonlight brightened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few segments of the cloud patterns on the sword blade remained, dimming from tip to base, with only a tiny section near the hilt still glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought the two fingers of his left hand together, drawing a talisman pattern on the sword blade, zhenran flowing across it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where his finger passed, the blade glowed briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, one more of those last few cloud pattern segments lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan forced out the last bit of light from the sword. The blade flashed once, then dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenran squeezed out from the depths of his dantian, like scooping the last ladle of water from a dried-up well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand shook, not from fear, but from the spasming of his dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper figure Hu Tutu knelt on the ground, lamp hugged to her chest, its light now too dim to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All those paper patterns on her arm were fully exposed, crawling from wrist to shoulder, from shoulder to neck, from neck to face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was also changing, patterns showing through her pale skin beneath, like creases from folded paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised the lamp, pointing it at the Faceless Malevolent Deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hu Family of Continuing the Lamp... lend me life...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp brightened again, but it was a very small flame, burning from the wick, a dim yellow like a candle about to go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That flame shone upon the Faceless Malevolent Deity, upon that old man's face it wore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illuminated by the flame, that face stopped moving, stopped smiling, stopped opening its mouth, closing its eyes and fixing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it only fixed for an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame was too small, couldn't hold it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That face began to move again, the corners of its mouth curling upward, curling once, then again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Faceless Malevolent Deity raised its claw, grasping toward the paper figure Hu Tutu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lamp swayed, the flame tilted, shrinking to the size of a mung bean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood began to trickle from the paper figure Hu Tutu's nose, dripping onto the lamp. Stained with blood, the lamp brightened briefly, then dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patterns on her arm deepened further, bulging from beneath the skin like paper fold lines, like knife cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword tip aimed at that face, at that old man with closed eyes, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only one sword strike left, the final one. His zhenran was gone, the light on the sword almost gone, only a tiny bit left near the hilt, like a needle tip, like a grain of rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan forced all that light to the sword tip. The tip glowed, bluish-white, like a star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the current situation, Lu Yuan's one sword strike could only sever this old man from the Faceless Malevolent Deity's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only after severing this old man could he face the Faceless Malevolent Deity's true body...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call Qingwan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, if he could avoid it, Lu Yuan really didn't want to call Qingwan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was actually simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't about embarrassment, nor about being an orthodox Daoist practitioner yet calling an evil entity for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relationship between Lu Yuan and Gu Qingwan had long passed the point of embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for an orthodox Daoist practitioner calling an evil entity for help, Lu Yuan didn't see an issue with that either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan had long stopped viewing Qingwan as an evil entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason Lu Yuan didn't want to call Qingwan now was just one...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was, Lu Yuan hadn't slain an evil entity for a long time, or rather, an evil entity of such a high danger level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time he slew an evil entity was when dealing with those Nurturing Malevolence Sites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the evil entities at those Nurturing Malevolence Sites back then weren't highly dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuan's insistence on slaying high-level evil entities was because slaying these highly dangerous ones would grant him rewards from [Vanquish Demons and Exorcise Evil]!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including, but not limited to, raising his cultivation realm, obtaining top-tier ritual tools, and such.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were things Lu Yuan desperately needed right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he called Qingwan here, then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it would have nothing to do with Lu Yuan again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, given the Faceless Malevolent Deity's strength, if Qingwan came, it would probably dissipate with just a breath from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wouldn't give Lu Yuan any opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although somewhat unwilling, looking at the current situation...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed there was no other way besides calling Qingwan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't just throw his life away for the sake of rewards, could he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as Lu Yuan decided to do this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, a sharp, feminine cry suddenly rang out behind Lu Yuan:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hu Family of Continuing the Lamp, lend me your power—Lamp Extinguish!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, a black talisman inscribed with silver patterns shot over Lu Yuan's head, rushing toward the Faceless Malevolent Deity ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This black talisman was extremely strange; the silver patterns writhed across it like living things under the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instantly, this talisman stuck to the Faceless Malevolent Deity's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the talisman adhered, that old man's face changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mouth corners stopped curling, the eyebrows stopped drooping, the entire face seemed frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like melted wax, it sloughed off the Faceless Malevolent Deity's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that same moment, the living Hu Tutu's voice sharply cried out from behind Lu Yuan:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you still standing there for?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The true body is out, hurry up and attack!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2958,"2026-06-06T14:45:54.833Z",1,"novelbin.me","381bd789a5429be10992b4e816eb439f17e3fe109f283ecb22088bea3d618352","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-173","the-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-chapter-171",241,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-invincible-female-ghost-is-a-bit-of-a-hopele-cover.jpg"]