Chapter 41

Old Man Zhao had already turned into a vengeful ghost. He glanced at me, noticed the heavy yin energy around me, and immediately lunged at me!

Xijun didn't let him get close to me. She flew over and tangled with him, almost making Old Man Zhao's soul scatter with just one encounter. She even wanted to swallow him, but I urgently called her to stop. That was Zhao Qian's grandfather; I couldn't be too harsh, right?

Xijun was very unwilling, but since Old Man Zhao had just turned into a vengeful ghost, his strength was too weak, barely enough to fill a gap. She didn't really need to eat him, so she just held onto his neck.

Old Man Zhao's entire body couldn't maintain its original form, just like a wisp of blue smoke, constantly struggling.

Holding Old Man Zhao wasn't a good solution. If we encountered other enemies, it would be troublesome. I opened the car door, checked the trunk for an umbrella to contain Old Man Zhao's soul, but found none, so I had to give up.

Bang! Bang!

Two more gunshots rang out, and something was happening in the village.

Xijun released Old Man Zhao, who then resumed his ghostly form but no longer dared to lunge at me. He started floating towards the village.

I hung up Lei Qing's call, started the car, reversed, and then sped towards the Zhao family village!

The Zhao family village was in chaos. Over a hundred people were hiding everywhere, some running to the guest rooms, others even hiding in the toilets.

I honked and rushed to the entrance of the hall, where I saw Han Shanshan, pale-faced, holding a gun and pointing it at Old Lady Zhao!

In the hall, Old Man Zhao's coffin had rolled to one side, and he was lying on the threshold in his funeral clothes, his forehead smashed!

Old Lady Zhao was cackling eerily, holding a fire axe and staring intently at Zhao Qian, as if she hadn't noticed the gunshot wound in her stomach!

Zhao Qian was pale with fear, setting up a red cloth and white rice, holding a bell and a peachwood sword, but clearly, her ritual was too late to have any effect.

Lei Qing held a mobile phone in his left hand and an iron rod in his right, his face ashen. He had never seen such a situation and didn't dare to approach. His few brothers were crouched on the ground in fear, one of them rolling on the ground from a gunshot wound.

Wu Zhenghua had disappeared, and Zhao Zhou looked bewildered.

Zhao Xi and his wife were stunned, as if they were in a dream. From the start to the end, it had only been a minute or two.

Faced with Old Lady Zhao's疯狂举动, Han Shanshan's hand holding the gun was already trembling, and she had already aimed at the old lady's head!

Don't shoot! That's my mom! Oh my God! Zhao Yuan was jumping around in panic, interrupting, "Even if she doesn't like me, she's still my mom!"

Shanshan! Stop! Wake up! Zhao Xi ran over to stop Han Shanshan.

Don't come over! Han Shanshan was like a demon, and when she saw Zhao Xi running towards her, she immediately pointed the gun at him!

Stop! I stopped Han Shanshan from shooting again and had Xijun pull the vengeful ghost out of Old Lady Zhao's body.

Old Lady Zhao's eyes rolled back, and she saw Xijun, dressed in red, lunging at her, muttering curses.

Xijun ignored her, ran over, and pulled the vengeful ghost out of Old Lady Zhao's body, pressing it to the ground and gnawing on it.

The vengeful ghost was black and red, similar to the one in the morgue, Wang Heng. It looked extremely fierce, but after Xijun's strength increased, she didn't take it seriously. She even made its body split several times and chewed it without hesitation.

Now she only had a desire for the taste of it.

As the vengeful ghost was pulled out and devoured, although Zhao Zhou was still pretending to be clueless, I could see a hint of coldness on his son Zhao Yi's face.

Without the vengeful ghost, Old Lady Zhao fell into a pool of blood.

Han Shanshan still held the gun, pointing it at Zhao Xi and the crowd behind him. Even Zhao Qian thought she had been possessed.

Only I knew that she had my talisman on her. Unless a ghost stronger than Xijun wanted to possess her, it would be impossible. It would need to know her birth date and use a life talisman to perform the ritual.

I quickly went over and hugged her, easily taking the gun from her. Han Shanshan looked at me in a daze, and when she saw it was me, her tense emotions eased, and she became more lucid: "Xia Yitian, I killed someone, I think I killed someone."

The old lady isn't dead, and the others aren't dead either. Don't worry! I quickly told her.

Han Shanshan clung to me tightly, and I couldn't push her away. I didn't know if she was practicing grappling or wrestling!

But Han Shanshan had made progress. She didn't even dare to draw her gun in the morgue today, but she fired five shots, even though she panicked and shot at people. It was still better than before, and maybe next time she wouldn't tremble.

I don't know what she's made of.

What are you all standing around for! Get the doctors to stop the bleeding! To the hospital! I shouted at Zhao Xi.

Zhao Xi finally reacted, ran to call the doctors in the village, and soon a group of doctors, escorted by Zhao Xi and the Ren family, came over and performed emergency treatment on Old Lady Zhao. Someone went to get an ambulance, and they hurriedly took her to the hospital.

At this moment, two familiar figures hurried over from the parking lot. I looked over and saw it was Uncle Hai and Lin Feiyu.

Uncle Hai looked serious and asked from a distance: What happened? Why are there gunshots?

I was a bit happy. Both of them were people I knew from the mystic world, and they seemed to be reinforcements. I said: When did Uncle Hai come back?

Around one in the morning. We were waiting in the parking lot. I hadn't even had a good sleep in the car when the gunshots woke us up. Uncle Hai said.

It's all that brat Huo Dade, who's been giving us a hard time. Lin Feiyu spat.

Huo Dade has good judgment. When he heard I called Han Shanshan, he knew something would happen at the Zhao family village and warned Lin Feiyu and Uncle Hai to wait outside.

Xia Han, what's the situation now? Lin Feiyu looked around. Old Lady Zhao was already on a stretcher, and although he had some idea, he still needed someone to explain.

I don't know. I was just going out to get water for Qianqian. When I came back, I saw Old Man Zhao rise from the coffin and try to attack Qianqian. Lei Qing pulled Qianqian away, and when I saw Old Man Zhao almost grab her, I fired the gun. Then, when I went out, the old lady took an axe and tried to chop Qianqian from behind, so I fired again. Han Shanshan said, still shaken.

What about that guy? I pointed to Lei Qing's Aibiao, who was on the ground.

I accidentally shot him. Who told him to come near me? Han Shanshan stuck out her tongue. He looked so scary; who knew if he was good or bad?

I was speechless at Han Shanshan.

Uncle Hai frowned and listened carefully to Han Shanshan's words, while Lin Feiyu started to professionally examine the body.

After several attempts to harm Zhao Qian, my patience had reached its limit. Without thinking, I walked over and kicked Zhao Zhou, who was trying to run away, and asked him, before he could react: Where is that old scoundrel Wu Zhenghua? If you don't tell me, I'll make you die here without a reason!

Zhao Zhou was stunned. He didn't expect me to kick him, but seeing my unfriendly expression, he hesitated.

Not going to talk? Xijun, pull his son's head off! I called Xijun over, and she quickly went to Zhao Yi, extending her hands!

Wait! I'll talk! I'll talk! Zhao Yi surrendered. He wasn't as capable as his father: Master Wu told my father he was waiting on the back mountain of the village, saying he would be there waiting for you.

Zhao Zhou! You're too unscrupulous, collaborating with outsiders to harm your own parents? Uncle Hai scolded angrily.

Brother Hai, who are you talking about? Lin Feiyu was still confused.

Who else? That Wu Hua who became famous for his exorcism skills in his youth! Uncle Hai's face was grim.

That guy! I heard he was expelled from our county, then reformed and changed his name to Wu Zhenghua and joined the Confucian school? Lin Feiyu sucked in a breath.

Who knows? He might have returned to his old ways. Uncle Hai gritted his teeth.

When the relatives heard this, and even Uncle Hai and Lin Feiyu said it, they didn't doubt it. Zhao Xi and Zhao Yuan reacted the most strongly. Zhao Xi grabbed Lei Qing's iron rod, and Zhao Yuan picked up a broom. Both had suffered at Zhao Zhou's hands and wouldn't forgive him easily.

Uncle Hai, don't talk nonsense! I didn't do anything. Don't think you can frame me just because you're older! Zhao Zhou didn't expect Uncle Hai and Lin Feiyu to come, which was different from the plan, so he didn't dare to answer me earlier.

All the Zhao family's assets were signed over to him. He originally planned to kill Zhao Qian, cut off Old Man Zhao's lineage, and then frame his mother, sending her to prison for life. If I really appeared, he would lead me to the back mountain and have Wu Zhenghua deal with me.

If everything went according to plan, he could take over the Zhao family's business without any worries. But his plan was foiled by Han Shanshan, who brought a gun, and Uncle Hai and Lin Feiyu also came, so he didn't dare to reveal that Wu Zhenghua was waiting for us on the back mountain, fearing that it would anger Wu Zhenghua in the future.

Zhao Zhou! Your parents raised you for so many years! Is this how you treat them? Zhao Xi picked up the rod and hit Zhao Zhou, knocking him down.

Brother An! What are you waiting for! This isn't my brother! Beat him to death! It's on me! Zhao Yuan was also fierce, swinging the broom and shouting, her husband Liao An also came over to beat Zhao Zhou.

The other relatives were indignant, and those who didn't join in were shouting to beat Zhao Zhou to death.

Enough! Enough! Stop! Is there no sense of law here? Lin Feiyu, being a police officer, couldn't let this continue and stopped them.

Zhao Zhou, half-dead, got up and looked at Lin Feiyu gratefully.

Brat, if you don't want to be beaten to death here, you'd better lead us to that old scoundrel! He was expelled from elsewhere and now has the nerve to come back! Little Lin, are you coming? Uncle Hai spat and rubbed his hands.

We're already here. What else, Brother Hai? By the way, Xia Xiaobrother, are you interested in going to the back mountain with us two old guys? Lin Feiyu was excited by what Uncle Hai said. He originally came to perform a ritual, and he couldn't show off in front of me, his junior. Yesterday, the ritual in the morgue was interrupted by that Wang family's kid, and he hadn't even shown his full strength, feeling very frustrated.

Hold on, there's still one here. I frowned and looked at the hall.

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