Chapter 33

Peng! Wang Heng's entire body flew backward!

I was stunned for a moment before realizing that Wang Heng had lunged at me, the one with the heaviest yin energy, but was then slapped away by Xijun.

I had no idea where Xijun got her strength from, but she managed to send the man, who weighed no less than 160 pounds, flying.

This scene shocked Wang Cheng, Lin Feiyu, and the others back to their senses.

There's no other way. If you can't handle it, I'll have to shoot. We can't let him leave the morgue; otherwise, a few people outside will definitely die. I can't bear that responsibility! Although it wasn't particularly hot, Huo Dade was drenched in sweat, and his gun was already loaded.

Brother Wang, I have to fight too. Otherwise, we won't be able to get out. Xia, you help me block it; don't let it sneak attack me! Lin Feiyu gritted his teeth, crouched down, and took out a bundle of rusty nails and a surgical knife from the safe.

I couldn't figure out what Lin Feiyu was planning to do, but now wasn't the time to ask. I could only order: Xijun, keep blocking it; don't let it get close to us!

Xijun roared like a fierce beast, just like the first time she attacked me. She stared intently at Wang Heng, who had just crawled up after hitting the body storage box, and her slender hands extended like bamboo poles!

Peng!

Wang Heng's entire chest was pierced, but the fierce ghost inside his body also crawled out. It was covered in black and red, emitting waves of yin energy, and it adopted a strange posture to entangle Xijun.

Xijun wasn't originally a ghost specialized in combat. The force she used might have been excessive, and after being entangled, her soul body became unstable. If even she were to disappear, I wouldn't know how to face my deceased grandmother.

I immediately looked at Lin Feiyu and Wang Cheng: Still not working?

Alright! Lin Feiyu's surgical knife grazed his middle finger, creating a large cut, and blood splattered all over the nails: Wang Cheng! Aren't you going to take out your tools? Do you want me and Xia to die? A father beating his son is natural!

Your grandmother! What are you shouting for? That's not your son! Ah Dong! Bring me the dog blood I prepared! Wang Cheng shouted, pulling out a red whip from his coat. The whip made a crisp sound when it was flicked.

Wang Dong, who was trembling, was brought back to his senses by his father's shout. He crawled to the door, opened it, and ran in with a bucket of dog blood: Dad! The blood is here! What do I do?

Splash it on me! Wang Cheng shouted, then closed his eyes!

Without a word, Wang Dong splashed the entire bucket of dog blood on Lin Feiyu, who was performing a ritual. The ritual was immediately broken, and he started cursing: Damn you! You can splash your old man, but why splash Uncle Lin?

Uncle! I didn't mean to! Who told you to stand so close? Wang Dong was so scared that tears streamed down his face.

Wang Cheng was also stunned, but he quickly recovered. Seeing the dog blood on the ground, he immediately picked up the whip and struck the ground, then rolled in the blood, turning completely red: Invoke the divine blood!

Strike the soul to destroy the three spirits! Wang Cheng shouted, flicking the whip upward, splattering blood in a line toward the fierce ghost!

With a crack, the fierce ghost was hit by the whip and writhed in pain. I thought to myself, this old man Wang is really capable; why didn't he use this earlier?

Draw the coffin to crack the bones! Wang Cheng struck the ground again, and the fierce ghost was hit as if by a heavy blow.

Wrap the ghost to extinguish the seven souls! The final strike of the whip entangled the fierce ghost, which was roaring and struggling continuously.

Lin Feiyu! Can you still do it? I can't hold it for much longer! Wang Cheng shouted loudly!

Your grandmother! It's all because of your brat! My supplies are all ruined! Lin Feiyu threw away the rusty coffin nails and cursed as he searched the safe for something else.

Seeing the situation was critical, I recalled Xijun and quickly grabbed the surgical knife Lin Feiyu had just taken out from the safe. Lin Feiyu was furious: Why are people always against me today?

I ignored the old man Lin, endured the pain, and quickly drew a diamond-shaped spell on Xijun's forehead, extending the final stroke into her mouth!

This was a method to forcibly transfer my essence blood to the ghost I was raising. Although the effect wasn't very obvious according to the book, given the current situation, I had to give it a try.

Xijun's eyes immediately turned red, and her hair floated in the air as if electrified. She then pounced on the entangled fierce ghost like a chicken injected with stimulants!

After a fierce attack from Xijun, the fierce ghost, which had almost completely escaped from Wang Heng's body, lost a significant part of its soul body!

Wang Cheng quickly retracted the whip, and Xijun, like a madman, devoured the black ghost, quickly finishing it off!

When Xijun stood up, her soul body became much clearer, indicating a significant increase in her abilities.

However, her eyes were still bloodshot, and she was glaring at everyone except me, making Wang Cheng and Lin Feiyu break out in cold sweat. They both felt that they had just driven away a wolf only to face a tiger!

Huo Dade's hand, holding the gun, was trembling: Brother, can you still control her?

Spell解除! I quickly drew a spell to release Xijun and sealed her back into the soul jar.

The soul jar felt hot in my hand, and with a crack, a fine crack appeared.

The soul jar was about to fail to contain Xijun.

The more ferocious the ghost, the more complex the spell on the soul jar and the more precious the materials used.

I couldn't worry about that now, so I took out a soul-sealing talisman and wrapped it around the jar, tying it with the red string I had taken from the Zhao family yesterday.

After doing all this, I put the soul jar back in my pocket.

I have some things to do. The rest is up to you two and Captain Huo. I'll leave first. I was worried that the soul jar might cause problems here, which would be disastrous for everyone, so I proposed leaving first.

Yeah, that's fine. You and Xiao Han go first. We can handle it here. Lin Feiyu also saw that my soul jar had a problem and nodded in agreement.

Xiao Han, you've been scared. Go back first. I'll make up for your leave later. Huo Dade also wanted to leave but couldn't because of his duty. He politely took the documents from Han Shanshan.

Wang Cheng bowed to me in thanks, then went to look at his son's body.

Wang Heng's body had a bloody hole in the chest, and the blood that flowed out was black. The morgue was in a mess, but fortunately, no one outside dared to come in despite hearing the sounds of the fight.

Han Shanshan seemed to have been affected by the yin energy and was now feeling numb all over. She tried to stand up but collapsed again.

I had no choice but to drag her up: Look at you, you were so capable, but you didn't even draw your gun.

Hehe, I was considering that you were here. Han Shanshan's eyelids were almost closed, but she still refused to admit defeat.

She was tall and probably weighed around 100 pounds. Her hand was heavy on my shoulder.

After we went out, I closed the door, and the two detectives dared to come to our aid.

The hooligans outside saw us in such a miserable state and turned pale, knowing that something serious must have happened inside.

I didn't have time to deal with them, so I called a taxi and took Han Shanshan back to the police station.

At the police station, Zhao Xi and Ren Yun were nowhere to be seen, probably dealing with the relationships. Zhao Qian had already finished her statement and was sitting on a bench waiting for me.

Seeing her miserable state, I knew the situation hadn't improved. I said: You come back with me first. Your brother's case won't be resolved soon. You haven't slept for a day and a night, and you just came out of the hospital. You won't be able to think clearly like this. The Wang family is also in chaos; their children are crying at the morgue entrance, which is quite sad.

Oh. Zhao Qian's eyes welled up with tears as she glanced at where Zhao He was temporarily detained and silently stood up.

I took her back to the car, where Han Shanshan was already asleep. On the way, I told Zhao Qian the whole story.

When we arrived at the apartment, Han Shanshan was still sound asleep. I called her a few times, but she seemed to be in a deep dream and almost hit me.

At Zhao Qian's suggestion, I had to carry her into Zhao Qian's bedroom and let them sleep together.

After comforting Zhao Qian a bit and promising to go to Zhao's village with her to keep vigil for the old man, I returned to the study alone and took out the soul jar.

Seeing that the soul jar wasn't continuing to crack, I felt a bit relieved and called Xijun out. She had returned to normal and kept wanting to hug me.

I sat her down and carefully examined the mark I had drawn on her forehead, which had disappeared. I felt a great weight lifted from my heart.

It seemed that her instinct to attack living beings was just a natural reaction and not due to any change after consuming the fierce ghost.

However, I couldn't ignore the crack in the soul jar, so I decided to go to the antique market to look for better materials for the soul jar and to buy some cinnabar pens, ghost money, and talisman paper.

After today's battle, I deeply realized that I couldn't rely solely on Xijun for combat and needed to arm myself better. Even if my talisman-drawing skills were inferior to Scholar Canyun, I thought it was necessary to make some preparations.

Knock, knock.

Brother Tian! You're back?

Yeah. Recognizing it was Yu Xiaoxue, I called Xijun back into the soul jar and opened the door.

Brother Tian, I want to go to the market. Sister Qian's clothes are a bit big. Yu Xiaoxue showed me the dress Zhao Qian had given her.

It was a deep green dress that accentuated her figure. It was clearly expensive, and I thought it was quite suitable. If Zhao Qian wore it, it would be perfect, but this style didn't suit Yu Xiaoxue.

After all, Zhao Qian's style was more Western, while Yu Xiaoxue was still a high school student and should wear more lively clothes.

Sure, I'm going to the market to buy some things anyway. I'll take you. I agreed and took her to the garage to get the car.

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