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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
Crackle!~ Crackle!~
The phone screen flickered with static, and the sound of electromagnetic interference crackled through the air.
"Hey! What's going on?"
"What the heck, is there suddenly no signal?"
"Don't jinx it from upstairs!"
"No, I still want to watch Japanese Devils!"
"Sigh! This place is too remote; the mountains are blocking the signal."
"Could it be something sinister? Aren't souls electromagnetic waves?"
"Whatever the reason, the signal is definitely about to cut out."
Sure enough, the screen flickered intermittently for half a minute before finally going black.
"Sigh! It's over, it's over, there's nothing to watch now."
"Let's disperse, let's disperse~"
"No, even if it's a black screen, I will keep supporting it."
"Then you can take your time to hold on, I'm leaving first."
"I hope the Master can remember us and record the things to play back later."
"The Master doesn't do live streaming, why would he remember us?"
"The Master is a streamer, while Exorcism is Expert."
...
Perhaps it is true that sincerity brings results; while on the way, Joan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and took out her phone. Finding no signal, she switched to recording mode to prepare for playback later.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a pitch-black shadow lunged at Lin Qianqian, moving as fast as lightning. Caught off guard, there was no time for rescue. However, just as the shadow was about to reach Lin Qianqian, flames erupted from her chest, instantly engulfing her and causing the shadow to scream and flee.
Although she was not harmed, the impact was unavoidable, and Lin Qianqian fell onto the ground.
"Are you hurt?" Ye Mingshang gently asked as he helped her up.
Lin Qianqian shook her head and was about to stand when she felt something pressed in her hand. Curious, she picked it up and found it was a yellowed skull!
"Ah!" The girl screamed again in fright and threw the skull away. Then she collapsed into Ye Mingshang's arms.
Ye Mingshang sighed helplessly; this was why he didn't want to bring others along. They couldn't help at all and panicked at the slightest trouble—wasn't that just adding chaos?!
After finally calming down Lin Qianqian, they continued on their way under the urging of Scarred Ghost.
The further they went in, the thicker the mist became. Although it wasn't completely impossible to see, it was close enough. Fortunately, this White Mist was not toxic; otherwise, things would have been difficult.
"Wow, this mist is so thick, it's even worse than the smog in Kyoto," Joan complained as she noticed the White Mist getting denser.
"Four Winds God, I humbly request your command; Feng Po Feng Zu, Wind and Rain Thunder God; the great wind is fierce, the wild wind howls; Urgent Order!"
Joan formed hand seals and murmured incantations. She then took a deep breath, puffing her cheeks out and widening her eyes like copper bells. Her stomach gradually expanded, resembling that of a nine-month pregnant woman.
"Great Wind Spell... has she really mastered it so quickly?" Ye Mingshang glanced back at Joan's strange posture with a slight tilt of her head.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of wind rushed through, howling fiercely and indeed blowing away a large area of White Mist. However, the source of the wind was quite unfortunate; it had been too forceful and unexpectedly burst forth from Joan's lower abdomen...
As the wild wind passed, Joan's stomach gradually deflated, and her expression shifted from tense and grim to one of great relief.
"Ah!" Joan let out a mischievous moan.
"Damn it! Let's go!" Ye Mingshang cursed as she pulled the two members of the Lin family to hurry away. Meanwhile, Scarred Ghost had already floated away before they could react.
While dragging the two along in a frantic run, Ye Mingshang cursed inwardly, Nima! I shouldn't have praised you! Is this really the Great Wind Spell I taught you?! Never let anyone know you’re associated with me; this is embarrassing...
They ran for three or four minutes before Ye Mingshang finally stopped with the panting grandfather and granddaughter. Scarred Ghost was also nearby, looking back at their escape direction with lingering fear.
"Huh? Where did everyone go?" After a while, Joan realized that there was no one in front of her and scratched her head in confusion.
Looking at the large area around her where the White Mist had completely dissipated, Joan was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter.
"Hahaha! I knew my Lord Joan is a peerless talent! Ahahaha!" After laughing for a while, Joan noticed that everyone around him seemed a bit scared, so he hurriedly ran ahead. It is worth mentioning that wherever Joan passed, the White Mist scattered in all directions as if trying to avoid him. This made Joan laugh even more, marveling at how his imposing presence was evident as he walked, looking quite arrogant. To describe his demeanor in one word: shameless; in two words: truly shameless; in three words—too damn shameless!
After Joan had left for a moment, the bushes about twenty meters behind him began to rustle.
"Whoa!" A short and slightly plump young man wearing a Daoist Robe stood up. As soon as he stood up, he swayed unsteadily for a moment. Once he steadied himself, his big eyes widened, and he gasped for breath like a bellows.
After catching his breath for a while, the Fat Taoist looked around. He spotted an ugly monster bird lying on the ground with its belly up, its wings flapping. The corners of his mouth twitched at the sight of the grotesque creature. The bird's mouth was wide open, rolling its eyes, with its tongue hanging out and its curled-up legs twitching intermittently.
"Damn! Is this thing a weasel that has turned into a spirit?" The Fat Taoist's face was filled with lingering fear, and his heart raced as he recalled the apocalyptic feeling from earlier, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
Meanwhile, about a kilometer away, Ye Mingshang and his companions were resting under a tree. After running quickly for a kilometer, Ye Mingshang was fine, but Lin Qianqian and Old Lin were struggling a bit.
The two were drinking clear water condensed by Ye Mingshang using Daoist Arts.
"Hey! We should leave; let's not wait for that arrogant guy," Scarred Ghost said nervously as he glanced toward the direction they had escaped from.
"Just wait a moment~ He can't survive here alone," Ye Mingshang replied coldly with a glance at him.
"Don't joke around; who would dare provoke him? From now on, I'll avoid him whenever I see him. I can guarantee he'll get lost here; no ghost or monster would dare approach," Scarred Ghost scoffed.
Ye Mingshang didn't say anything but inwardly cursed. He didn't want to wait either; he had seen how things unfolded earlier. Damn it, it was too brutal! The strong winds left no room for life! If given the chance, he should really let that old man's weasel spirit spar with him.
After a moment, Ye Mingshang raised his eyebrows and looked toward the direction they had come from. A few seconds later, he saw the thick fog parting to reveal a two-meter-wide path, and a figure dressed in a yellow Daoist Robe gradually appeared. At first glance, it even had an air of expertise.
However, thinking about how the fog had parted made Ye Mingshang's expression darken.
"Clang clang!~ Here I come!" Joan was striding forward with exaggerated steps while humming an odd tune. Upon seeing the group waiting in the distance, his eyes lit up as he ran over.
"Master! Why did you suddenly disappear? I thought you were captured by a monster and was about to go rescue you!"
Looking at Joan's carefree smile, Ye Mingshang's expression darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Especially since, as Joan approached, the mist seemed to disperse even further as if avoiding a plague.
"Huh? Why do you all look so strange? Are you poisoned?" Joan scratched his head, noticing the odd expressions on the faces of the three and the ghost.
"Smack!" Unable to hold back any longer, Ye Mingshang slapped Joan down. Without saying a word, he turned with a stern face and said, "Let's go!" before leaving.
The two humans and the ghost hurriedly followed, especially Scarred Ghost, who glanced back at the figure clutching his head in pain and quickly chased after them.
"It hurts~ it hurts~ it hurts~ it hurts~" Joan struggled to get up from the ground, holding his head and complaining nonstop.
That slap was really strong; a bright red handprint was clearly visible on Joan's forehead.
"What happened? Why did Master hit so hard?!" Joan gritted his teeth, rubbing his head incessantly. That blow had been truly heavy; he felt everything go black for a moment, and now his head was still throbbing.
"Where is everyone?!" After regaining his composure, Joan noticed that no one was around again. He found it strange and chased after them. Wherever he went, the White Mist made way...
Two kilometers away at the ruins of Peach Blossom Village.
In a dark and dilapidated thatched hut, several shadowy figures without legs floated in mid-air. In the darkness, they were hard to see, but a pair of scarlet eyes stood out vividly against the black night.
"Intruders have entered." A deep, heavy voice suddenly echoed in Japanese.
"Is it Scarred bringing them?" Another similarly deep voice responded, drifting as if it came from hell.
"It has been many years since we have seen a living person..." An old voice sighed as if nearing its twilight.
"Use every means to keep them here; they may be our only hope of leaving this place..." A hoarse voice echoed in the darkness, the garbled Japanese revealing his identity. In the shadows, a figure dressed in military uniform could be vaguely seen sitting on a worn-out chair, different from the others. He had legs.
Two kilometers away, Ye Mingshang and the others were unaware that a conspiracy against them had already begun. The Scarred Ghost, leading the way, furrowed his brow in confusion. Logically, the news of him bringing outsiders into this place should have reached the Japanese Devils by now, but why had there been no movement?
"What's wrong?" Ye Mingshang asked upon noticing Scarred Ghost's unusual demeanor.
"Nothing?" Scarred Ghost shook his head solemnly, though he was secretly on guard.
Suddenly, the grass nearby rustled, making a shushing sound.
"Watch out!" Ye Mingshang warned, swiftly producing a Spirit Talisman.
A piercing scream rang out, and a shadow suddenly darted out from the bushes. (To be continued)
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