Chapter 1873: Definitely Will

"Yes, it definitely will." Tang Yi was delighted and followed behind Chen Yu to continue walking forward.

Just at this moment, a head suddenly flew over and blocked the two men's path. This head stuck out a long tongue, revealing a terrifying and ferocious expression, and then blood flowed from its seven orifices.

Chen Yu frowned. This guy was just over here to scare people; although he wasn't afraid, the look it was putting on was quite disgusting. He immediately slapped his hand toward the guy, *slap*, and forcefully swatted the head flying onto the ground.

"My body, my body is gone." After being swatted away, the head cried its eyes out, desperately searching for its body among the pile of ghosts.

But Chen Yu casually grabbed a broom from the side, stuck a Talisman Paper onto the broom, and then slammed it heavily onto the ground.

The broom was stuck in the ground, and an invisible force instantly imprisoned the head right there.

This head was scared out of its wits. It struggled desperately, trying to break free from the broom's control, but no matter how hard it tried, it had no way to shake off that extremely powerful force.

"Spare my life, Big Brother, I won't do it again. I know I was wrong, please let me go." The head actually started crying out of fear.

This made Tang Yi on the side feel it was unbelievable. You're a ghost, aren't you? It hasn't even started yet, and you can be scared into kneeling and begging for mercy by someone? Can you be a bit tougher?

"Don't think these things are all that scary. The reason they put on terrifying appearances to scare people is because they have no master and no body, and they rely on scary forms to bolster their own courage," Chen Yu said with a faint smile. "These ones whose resentment isn't too heavy are enslaved by Yu Lan."

"Their strength is actually average. As long as you are a little tougher and overcome the fear in your heart, it's fine even if you kick their heads around like balls."

"So that's how it is." Tang Yi suddenly realized, and he immediately felt that the situation in the room didn't seem so scary anymore.

On the contrary, the one trapped on the spot by Chen Yu, crying and howling, looked a bit pitiful now.

"Shut up, noisy." Facing the head that was crying and howling, Chen Yu frowned, and his aura instantly rose.

The massive aura made all the Yin Souls nearby hide far away, as if Chen Yu were a god of plague.

That head truly didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. It tightly shut its mouth, its face deathly pale from fear.

"I'm asking you something. Answer whatever I ask. If you dare to spout nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart." Chen Yu glared at the head.

The head hurriedly nodded desperately, but didn't dare to make a single sound.

"Are you a mute, damn it? Why are you nodding? Don't you have a mouth?" Chen Yu couldn't help but be furious.

"Master, you were the one who didn't let him speak," Tang Yi reminded him cautiously from the side.

"Oh, now answer whatever I ask you. Do you understand?" Chen Yu said.

"Understood, Immortal, I understand. Ask away." The head wore a mournful face, squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"How long have you been staying here?" Chen Yu asked.

"Ten, ten-plus years," the head said pitifully. "I accidentally wandered into that place and had my head cut off by Yu Lan."

"Why did she cut off your head?" Chen Yu asked with interest. "It couldn't have been for no reason, right?"

"She... she turned into a beautiful young woman, and I couldn't hold back and had evil thoughts for a moment... then she cut off my head," the head said somewhat embarrassedly.

"So you deserved to die." Chen Yu glanced at the head. "Yu Lan died out of hatred. If you could have acted like a human, perhaps she might have let you go."

"Even if I were a good person, she wouldn't have let me go," the head said somewhat awkwardly. "Her resentment is too heavy. She won't let anyone go. As long as they pass by there, regardless of whether they are good or bad, they will eventually die at her hands."

"For example?" Chen Yu asked.

"For example, that buddy hanging there. He is a man with a family. He loves his wife and is especially good to his children," the head said, looking askance at the person hanging from the beam. "And when Yu Lan came out, she pretended to be pitiful, and he sincerely wanted to help her."

"But in the end, he was still strangled to death by her alive. The resentment is too heavy, so anyone who passes by must die."

"According to that, her resentment is indeed heavy, heavy to the point of being beyond cure." Chen Yu nodded slightly, and then he said, "Let's talk business. Have you seen a young Taoist?"

"Yes. When he first came in, he was holding a treasure and was aggressive, wanting to eliminate the demon. But where is there any demon here? He was beaten up. If it weren't for the protective items on his body, he would have died long ago," the head said.

"Where is he now?" Tang Yi asked.

"In that direction." The head looked askance in another direction again.

"Alright, get lost." Chen Yu retracted his right hand, and the broom stuck in the ground was pulled up. The head felt as if it had been granted amnesty; it hurriedly thanked him and then disappeared in a flash. This guy had trauma in his heart; he probably wouldn't dare to appear in front of Chen Yu and Tang Yi ever again.

"Master, is Qingfeng there? That head wouldn't be lying, would it?" Tang Yi asked.

"He should be in that direction. These things won't tell lies. Although they look hateful, in fact, they are also pitiful people who have been trapped here by Yu Lan for who knows how many years. Everything they do is out of instinct," Chen Yu said. "Let's go take a look. Don't let Qingfeng die here."

"He is known as the first disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and the Heavenly Dao Sect specializes in exorcising evil and slaying demons. If he really died here, the people of the Dao Sect would lose quite a bit of face."

"Alright, let's go over and take a look." Tang Yi nodded. It was true; although there were some gaps between them and the Heavenly Dao Sect, it wasn't a deep, irreconcilable hatred.

If Qingfeng really died here, there was no telling what the Heavenly Dao Sect might do in a fit of rage.

He and Chen Yu stood up, opened the door, and walked into the courtyard.

The courtyard was pitch black now, almost impossible to see one's own fingers. Chen Yu pointed his right hand into the void, and a ray of light slowly floated up, illuminating everything around.

Looking around, the courtyard was still furnished with some items from the end of the last century, with a stone mill, a fence, and other things; it was completely the appearance of a small rural courtyard.

And in the cowshed in the corner of the courtyard, there was a person huddled in a pile of hay, shivering.

This guy was none other than Qingfeng. He piled fodder on himself, then curled his whole body into a ball, holding his head and shrinking there without moving at all. If Chen Yu hadn't scanned that area with his Divine Sense, he wouldn't have known this guy was hiding there at all.

He and Tang Yi walked over, and Chen Yu patted his shoulder: "Qingfeng?"