Chapter 120: The Great Battle! [5]

Wang Yong’s eyes were wide open, filled with profound terror. A dagger was buried in his forehead, piercing straight through his brain; it was impossible to tell if he still possessed a shred of consciousness. If he were still aware, one could only wonder what he would think knowing that Zhang Qi was actually Ye Han’s younger brother.

"Yan Yu..." Yang Xuefei called out, her voice trembling, desperate for him to ensure her safety.

Yan Yu blocked the doorway with his body, his voice low and firm. "Zhang Qi, you are not a bad person. Killing Wang Yong can be considered revenge, but do not continue down this path of error."

"Error?" Zhang Qi sneered. "What error have I committed?"

"My sister cared for me deeply since I was a child. The day she went missing, she only told me she was going to meet a high school classmate, and she never returned. I searched for years, finally uncovering clues that led me to Zhang Weiwei’s brother, Zhang Qi... They were all accomplices in my sister’s death. So, I killed them all, assumed Zhang Qi’s identity, and returned to Fengmen Village!"

"My sister was such a kind-hearted girl. She had just been admitted to university, with a bright life and future awaiting her. Yet, because of the ignorance and stupidity of the people of Fengmen Village, her life was cut short!"

Zhang Qi clutched the old film camera, roaring, "Was my sister wrong? Was I wrong to kill Wang Yong? If this is called an error, then what is fairness?!"

Yan Yu took a deep breath, spreading his hands. "Zhang Qi, I know how much you hate Fengmen Village, but there are other ways to resolve this. We will help you seek justice."

"I will claim my own justice!"

Zhang Qi suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Yang Xuefei by the throat. Yan Yu was about to intervene when he felt a chilling gust of wind from behind!

"Husband, watch out!"

Zhao Qingqing let out a sharp cry, and the eerie wind vanished instantly. Yan Yu turned to look; behind him, more than a dozen specters of drowned ghosts had appeared out of nowhere!

The ghosts were flickering, shifting between illusion and reality. The overwhelming resentment of the dozen drowned spirits formed a thick, heavy water mist in the air. This mist blotted out the sky, obscuring the sunlight and creating a truly grotesque scene.

Zhang Qi sneered, "Yan Yu, I know that neither you nor that Teacher Lin are ordinary people. If it weren't for you, my plan for revenge would have been realized long ago... But it doesn't matter. You can linger here and deal with these puppets. By the time I finish off Wang Fugui and Zhang Weiwei, even you will be unable to turn the tide!"

"Don't go!"

Yan Yu rushed forward, trying to stop Zhang Qi, but Ye Han, who was by Zhang Qi's side, suddenly pounced on him!

Ye Han’s resentment was immense, and it seemed that Zhang Qi had enhanced her cultivation; she appeared even more formidable than Xiao Hongniang. However, Yan Yu, protected by his accumulated merits, was no pushover. He gripped an Evil-Breaking Curse and struck Ye Han with his palm. She shrieked continuously, unable to stop herself from retreating.

"Sister!" Zhang Qi’s expression changed, his eyes erupting with rage.

Ye Han shouted, "Brother... you help me... kill Wang Fugui... I will hold them off!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Zhang Qi forcibly dragged Yang Xuefei out through a window and vanished into the water mist.

"Bastard!"

Yan Yu looked back; the fat man and Old Cao had not yet appeared. Could they have run into trouble? He had originally intended to use Zhang Weiwei to persuade Zhang Qi, but now it turned out that Zhang Qi wasn't even her brother—he wanted to kill her too!

"Die!"

Ye Han suddenly surged forward, transforming into a ghostly shadow to assault Yan Yu! Zhao Qingqing did not back down, throwing herself directly into Ye Han to knock her back.

"Qingqing!"

"Husband, leave Ye Han to me! You deal with those puppets and go stop Zhang Qi!"

Zhao Qingqing’s current cultivation was no weaker than Ye Han’s, so Yan Yu felt at ease. He turned and ran back.

"Ye Han, wake up! It’s me, Qingqing!" Zhao Qingqing shouted while pinning Ye Han down.

But Ye Han had already lost her past memories and did not recognize her at all. In her eyes, Zhao Qingqing was merely a ghost standing in the way of her revenge!

"I don't know you... get... out of my way!" Ye Han shrieked miserably.

The two ghostly shadows battled within the melon shed, and the leaking Yin energy caused frost to form on the surrounding grass.

By this time, Yan Yu had stopped a dozen meters outside the shed.

"Didn't I give you directions to the City God Temple?" Yan Yu muttered.

These puppets before him were clearly the same ones he had encountered on the bus when he first arrived! Compared to before, their cultivation had grown, their resentment and Yin energy were much denser, and their obsession had reached an extreme level. There were sixteen in total! The missing one was the one Zhang Qi had controlled to possess Ji Mengjie, which had been devoured by Zhao Qingqing.

"Die..."

The puppets had lost all consciousness, their souls held hostage by Zhang Qi, turned into walking corpses among the spirits. It was futile to even offer them passage rites now.

"Evil-Breaking Curse!"

Golden light flashed in his hand as Yan Yu easily repelled one puppet, but the others did not fear him; they instantly swarmed to surround him!

*Riiip—*

One of the puppets suddenly attacked, its sharp claws leaving a long gash on Yan Yu’s back! The wound was minor, but as the Yin energy entered his body, the "Kirin Arm" suddenly reacted. The demonic face that had been dormant for so long began to thrash, attempting to break through its seal!

"Eat..."

A thick, turbid voice echoed in Yan Yu’s mind, causing him to lose his focus and nearly succumb to the puppets' attacks.

"Damn it, why now!"

Yan Yu cursed under his breath, biting his tongue hard to force himself to stay alert.

"By the order of the Jade Pure, I command the gods. Thunderbolt Supreme, destroy the souls and scatter the spirits. Sever the heads by the thousands, shatter the forms by the millions. Dare to disobey, and your bones shall be ground to dust!"

"Palm Lightning!"

In this critical moment, Yan Yu didn't even use a Taoist talisman; he formed a mudra and unleashed the Palm Lightning directly!

*BOOM!*

The Palm Lightning erupted from his hand, instantly blowing several of the puppets into scattered wisps of spirit.

"EAT!!!"

Another surge of sound slammed into Yan Yu’s mind. His face turned pale, and he dropped to one knee. All around him were the essence spirits left behind by the dissipated ghosts—exactly what the demonic face craved most.

"Damn it, you want to control me? I won't let you eat!" Yan Yu spun around, used an Evil-Breaking Curse to drive Ye Han back, and shouted to Zhao Qingqing, "Qingqing, swallow all these essence spirits!"

"Understood!"

Zhao Qingqing flew to Yan Yu’s side without hesitation, opening her mouth to inhale all the essence spirits lingering in the air.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

"Eat your sister!" Yan Yu slapped his own left arm, only to wince in pain.

"Huh?" Zhao Qingqing looked at him, confused.

"I wasn't talking to you, keep eating!"

Yan Yu snorted coldly, Palm Lightning crackling in his hand. He struck again, and several more puppets were instantly obliterated.