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Zhang Yuru approached with a toy gun in hand. She looked at the two corpses on the ground, then raised her head in surprise to look at Master Yan. "So, the murder that happened earlier... was actually you..."
Master Yan sneered, "I have been hiding here for this moment! My revenge has been fulfilled, and there is no need for me to hide any longer. These five beasts, after their deaths, their souls cannot escape; they will be endlessly tormented by me!"
I looked at Master Yan, understanding that he was also a pitiful person. However, even the most unfortunate individuals should not torment others in the name of hatred.
I had almost pieced together everything. "Actually, Yang Granny's daughter is in your hands, isn't she?"
Master Yan was taken aback. He looked at me and laughed. "Young lad, how did you know?"
I continued my reasoning. "So you've been using Yang Granny—no, we should call her Sister Yang! Her daughter and husband died in a car accident; she is already a tragic figure. Yet you exploited her. You nurtured her daughter's soul into Vengeful Spirits, feeding it with ghostly eyes to turn it into a Vengeful Spirit. You made Sister Yang search for Ghost Eyes for you! You took advantage of Sister Yang's maternal love to help you raise ghosts! But Sister Yang doesn't even know that her daughter has long become a malevolent Vengeful Spirit! Am I right?"
Master Yan laughed again. "In the process of revenge, there are always sacrifices to be made. Yes, the beautiful corpse is hidden by me; I did not cremate her. The beautiful ghost is also nurtured by me; I raised her into a Vengeful Spirit so she could take revenge for me. As for your Sister Yang—perhaps calling her Yang would be more appropriate—she willingly contributed as well. By allowing her daughter's soul to remain in this world, I brought her much joy and hope."
"You’re talking nonsense! You’ve turned Sister Yang into something unrecognizable! You hid the beautiful corpse and imprisoned her soul to create an Evil Spirit. You've transformed many deceased souls into ghosts—all because you seek revenge. Yan, once you're caught, the law will punish your evil deeds."
I finished speaking and turned to Zhang Yuru. "Officer Zhang, cuff him!"
Zhang Yuru trembled slightly but still approached with the handcuffs.
Master Yan chuckled ominously, unfazed. "Good! Since it has come to this, what’s stopping me from killing both of you? This crematorium is mine; here, I am the boss! You two intruders shall die!"
With that, Master Yan let out a howl, and countless ghosts surged toward Zhang Yuru and me. Among them was a girl covered in eyes who moved faster than before; with a swift motion, she lunged toward me.
Her speed was much greater than last time. I swung my Peach Wood Stick fiercely at the girl’s body as she charged at me.
The girl was covered in eyes and was incredibly agile. She swiftly dodged the Peach Wood Stick in my hand and circled around to my back. I spun the Peach Wood Stick, and at that moment, I suddenly heard Zhang Yuru call out from behind me.
I knew something was wrong. Over the years, countless souls had perished in this crematorium, and many of them were trapped by Master Yan. A dense mass of ghosts, for reasons unknown, obeyed Master Yan's command and flew towards me and Zhang Yuru.
I swung the Peach Wood Stick, leaping to Zhang Yuru's side. With a flick of the stick, the surrounding ghosts transformed into a cloud of smoke, dissipating into nothingness.
To be honest, I wasn't scared at all. This ordinary Peach Wood Stick felt like a magical artifact in my hands; ordinary ghosts would perish upon contact. Even the Vengeful Spirits would keep their distance, their bodies emitting wisps of blue smoke when struck.
However, no matter how powerful the Peach Wood Stick was, it was still just a wooden stick. There were simply too many ghosts around us. Most importantly, that girl was a Vengeful Spirit, her body covered in countless eyeballs, moving too quickly. After her last encounter with me, she wasn't going to face me head-on this time.
Zhang Yuru screamed in fear beside me. She couldn't see these ghostly figures, but she could sense the Eerie Ghostly Aura. She was terrified, and humans often fear what they cannot see even more.
I swept the Peach Wood Stick around a few times, but more and more ghosts kept appearing. They seemed desperate for life as they lunged at me, grabbing my arms and covering my eyes. While they couldn't harm me, they could restrict my movements.
I began to panic a little. "Stay close to me, Zhang Yuru, let's run!"
Zhang Yuru nodded vigorously.
At that moment, a girl suddenly flew right in front of me. Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, she opened her mouth and lunged at me.
I didn't have time to defend myself with the wooden stick; the girl bit down hard on my right arm with a clang as the Peach Wood Stick fell to the ground.
Pain shot through me, causing me to sweat profusely. Without thinking, I pulled out the Yellow Talisman from my pocket with my left hand and threw it at the girl's head.
"Boom!"
The talisman left by Master Ma was incredibly powerful, and it was affixed to the girl's head. A flash of fire erupted, and then the girl began to burn, her form becoming visible.
"Ah!"
Zhang Yuru screamed. As the girl revealed herself, her body was covered in eyes, resembling the most grotesque skin disease. Her face was pale, and her eyes glowed with hatred. Zhang Yuru saw this and was understandably terrified.
I kicked the girl away.
"Beautiful!"
A faint cry reached my ears.
I paused for a moment but had no time to dwell on it.
At that moment, the eyes on the girl's body began to shake and ooze a purplish-black liquid. Then came a series of popping sounds as those eyes flew out from her body into the air, hundreds and thousands of them, glaring at me menacingly.
My scalp tingled with fear. I grabbed Zhang Yuru's hand and picked up the Peach Wood Stick. I didn't know what those eyes were, but it was clear they were highly toxic; it was best not to provoke them.
I pulled Zhang Yuru and ran toward the exit of the crematorium.
"You can't escape, dolls! This is my territory, and everything here obeys me!" Master Yan laughed maniacally, his scarred face twisting as he cackled.
As he laughed, he dragged Zhuang Dazhou's corpse over to the Cremation Furnace and placed it on the Conveyor Belt.
"Die! Your body may be dead, but your soul will forever burn in this Incinerator! Day and night, tormented by flames!" Master Yan laughed crazily.
I felt a sense of urgency as we still had a long way to go to reach the entrance of the crematorium, but carrying Zhang Yuru made it nearly impossible to move. We were surrounded by a dense mass of ghosts, blocking our path. Even in their ethereal state, they refused to part.
My arms were starting to ache, but there was no way I could stop now.
Suddenly, a figure rushed past us.
I blinked in surprise and took a closer look, realizing that it was Yang Granny!
Yang Granny seemed to have gone mad. She maneuvered around the ghosts and charged straight at Master Yan, tackling him onto the Conveyor Belt of the Incinerator.
"What are you doing?!" Master Yan exclaimed, startled as he struggled to get up.
"If you dare to harm my daughter, if you dare to use her, I will bite you to death, you bastard!" Yang Granny shouted as she lunged for Master Yan's neck.
Master Yan screamed in panic. He fought desperately against her grip, but Yang Granny was like a wild animal, pinning him firmly against the Conveyor Belt and holding on tightly.
The Conveyor Belt creaked ominously as it began to transport them into the Incinerator.
"Stop! Crazy woman, get off me... Boom!"
Before Master Yan could finish his sentence, a massive fireball erupted from within the Incinerator. The automatic Cremation Furnace detected the presence of bodies and unleashed a torrent of diesel fuel. In an instant, fierce flames engulfed both Yang Granny and Master Yan, incinerating them alive.
After Master Yan's death, the surrounding ghosts seemed momentarily stunned. They froze in place, unsure of what to do. After a brief pause, hundreds of ghosts began to fade slowly, transforming into wisps of smoke that rose into the night sky.
The countless grotesque eyeballs suspended in the air also started to fall. When they hit the ground, they dissolved into pools of black liquid that emitted a foul stench.
Zhang Yuru suddenly collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath as she looked around in terror at the swirling black mist rising around her.
I stared at the Cremation Furnace, feeling a heavy knot in my chest. It seemed that after Zhang Yuru and I left Yang Granny's house, Yang Granny had been following us all along, seeking revenge for her daughter. However, my conversation with Master Yan had been overheard by Yang Granny, and she finally realized she had been deceived—her daughter had been turned into an Evil Spirit by Master Yan!
In a moment of desperation for vengeance, she charged at Master Yan, and together they were consumed by the flames of the Cremation Furnace.
With Master Yan dead, the spirits lost their leader and naturally vanished as well.
Zhang Yuru approached me, her legs still trembling. "Yang Granny... no, Sister Yang... she really couldn't take it anymore. I think I remember hearing someone say that Sister Yang used to be a surgeon, but because of her daughter's situation, she ended up here as an Embalmer. Sigh... how foolish."
I sighed in agreement. Yes, it was truly foolish. She could have had a beautiful life but sacrificed her future for a daughter who was already gone.
But this is the essence of maternal love—a selfless emotion devoid of any ulterior motives. For the sake of their children, mothers are willing to give everything, even their lives!
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