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Chapter 46: The Harshness of Society and the Indifference of Humanity
The "Thunderbolt Formation," although a high-level spell within the Yin-Yang Technique, is quite simple. It is just that this "Thunderbolt Formation" has a very strong Yang Qi, and using this formation will inevitably take the opponent's life. Therefore, it is generally not used, as both humans and ghosts are lives.
However, seeing that the female ghost was unwilling to give up, I gritted my teeth and made up my mind. Resolute, I quickly took out four Copper Coins from my pocket and recited the Heavenly Thunder Spell. Then, I scattered the four Copper Coins in front of the female ghost, surrounding her. The four Copper Coins were positioned in the southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast directions, forming a Thunderbolt Formation.
Once the formation was set up, I saw that the female ghost was trapped inside and unable to move. I then recited the incantation to activate the formation: "Heavenly Spirit, Earthly Spirit! Earth Spirit, Earth Spirit! Thunder God and Lightning Mother, reveal your divine power, descend with divine thunder and lightning upon this talisman, exterminating all Evil Spirits without a trace! … Divine Weapon! Urgent Order!"
As soon as I finished reciting the spell, I quickly made a hand gesture and shouted: "Urgent Order! Command!"
"Boom! …"
The "thunder talisman" formed by the four Copper Coins exploded with my command inside the formation! Suddenly, there was a deafening roar, like thunder and electric shock! The powerful Yang energy tore apart all Yin entities.
This thunderous power is something even demons dare not withstand; how much less so for this ghost? Although this thunder formation only summoned a trace of the Thunder God's divine consciousness, its power was still catastrophic for Evil Spirits.
I watched as the female ghost was directly blasted away, her soul scattering into nothingness…
With the female ghost dealt with by the Thunderbolt Formation, the room instantly returned to calm, as if everything that had happened before had never occurred.
Although I felt relieved inside since the trouble was resolved and she would no longer harm more people, I did not feel any joy. While the female ghost was indeed malicious in harming others, thinking about it made me realize she was also very pitiful—she had been killed by someone in her lifetime and had witnessed humanity's indifference and selfishness. This was also a reason for her overwhelming resentment today.
At this moment, I remembered the old man who had advised me not to live here. When I asked him what was wrong with the house, he seemed reluctant to elaborate. It appeared that he felt guilty and didn't want to say much. Perhaps he was outside this house when the female ghost's incident occurred.
I sighed, thinking that if someone had been there to help her when she needed it most in life, even if they couldn't save her in the end, at least she wouldn't be in such a state today. It truly reflects the saying that ghosts are not terrifying; what is truly frightening is the human heart.
The world is cold and indifferent, nothing more...
The next morning, I packed my belongings and left the Haunted House. In fact, I didn't have much luggage—just a yellow Bloodstained Bag containing a change of clothes and some talismans used by my grandfather during his lifetime. These included commonly used writing tools, a copper coin sword, a Bagua mirror, a soul-calling bell, a compass, and other items.
Just as I was about to leave the village, an old man called out to me. He looked to be around sixty but walked with a limp, likely due to some leg issues. Perhaps he guessed my identity from my appearance because he called out from a distance, "Sir, sir, wait! Can you treat evil ailments?"
After confirming that the old man was speaking to me, I nodded and replied, " Uncle , is there something troubling you at home? If you don't mind my youth and inexperience, I can give it a try."
Upon hearing that I understood how to treat evil ailments, the old man hurriedly approached me and said excitedly, "I trust you; I trust you! You can't judge a person by their appearance; you can't measure the sea by a bucket! Seeing how young you are yet daring to venture into the world tells me you're not ordinary. And last night you spent the night in that Dilapidated House on the west side of the village, right?"
Hearing this made me frown slightly. Could it be that this old man knew I had gone to that Dilapidated House? Otherwise, why would he ask me like that? While thinking this way, I still nodded and said, "Yes, seeing that the house was in such disrepair and likely uninhabited for a long time, I took the liberty of staying there for a night. If I've been rude in any way, I hope the villagers can forgive me."
The old man waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "Oh ho ho, it's no big deal! That house has always been unoccupied. However, there was a thunderous sound coming from that area last night; it must have been your doing!"
Damn it! Who exactly is this old man? He doesn't seem like someone here to seek my help; rather, he feels more like a fellow practitioner. How else would he know that the thunderous sound from last night was caused by me? That sound was similar to the thunder struck by Heavenly.
With this thought in mind, I became cautious. It seemed I had encountered someone from the same field today; hopefully, he was just here for an exchange rather than to make things difficult for me. I said, " Uncle is not an ordinary person! I'm still young and inexperienced; my every move is insignificant compared to your wisdom. However, may I ask why you called out to me today? Is there something you wish to teach me?"
To be honest, standing before such an elder who might very well be from the same field made me hesitant to act arrogantly. So I cautiously probed him. Although I asked if he had anything to teach me, another layer of meaning behind my words was that if there was nothing important, I could take my leave.
The old man smiled and said, "Haha, it seems that the commotion last night was indeed caused by you. Although you are young, your abilities are quite impressive; truly, a talent among the youth. However, to be honest with you, the reason I stopped you today is that I have a favor to ask."
Hearing this, I was indeed surprised. Although we had only exchanged a few words, I sensed that this old man might possess some skills. How could someone like him need my help? I chuckled and replied, "Old sir, you must be joking. How could I possibly help you?"
The old man waved his hand dismissively. "Not at all. Let me speak frankly; I do know some Yin Yang techniques. Although I've only learned them in a general sense, if I had to categorize myself, I would say I'm from the Luban school. In my youth, I often used these techniques, but as you can see, I've ended up like this," he said, pointing to his left leg, which was now crippled.
I knew well about Luban and its spells; many who practiced it were carpenters or masons, and the techniques were quite powerful. It was said that if one made a few adjustments while building a house, they could bring misfortune to the family. However, it was also known to be a dangerous practice that could cause significant harm to the practitioner.
I nodded and waited for him to continue. He then said, "Although it's been over ten years since I've used these techniques, there has been something weighing on my mind that I cannot forget. If I don't resolve it while I'm still alive, I may not find peace even after death. Last night, when I witnessed your abilities, I realized that if you are willing to help me, you could fulfill this wish of mine. That's why I came to ask for your assistance today."
At that moment, I understood that his earlier words were merely to confirm whether I truly had skills. Now that he had confirmed that the thunderous sound was indeed my doing and recognized that I wasn't a con artist, he sought my help.
Seeing his genuine emotions revealed, I realized he sincerely wanted to ask for my assistance. Therefore, I couldn't disregard his sincerity and asked him, "Since you say so, I'll listen attentively. What is it? As long as it's within my ability to accomplish, I won't refuse."
The old man nodded happily. He then led me to a large locust tree at the edge of the village and found a large stone to sit on before finally explaining the matter at hand.
It turned out that the old man's surname was Li. Ever since he became lame, people referred to him as Li the Cripple. In his youth, Li the Cripple had many skills; he was a mason and carpenter and later studied under a Feng Shui Master, so he also understood Feng Shui principles. At that time, many people would seek him out when building houses because he could provide comprehensive services—from selecting Feng Shui sites to construction and carpentry.
However, Li the Cripple had a somewhat peculiar personality in his youth. Because of his impressive skills and knowledge, he often carried himself with an air of superiority. He felt it was only natural for clients to treat him with great respect; if they were slightly negligent in their hospitality, he would harbor resentment in his heart. This attitude led him to make some adjustments while building a house for a Hut Family out of dissatisfaction—something he still couldn't let go of...
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