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As night fell, the weary people trudged home after a long day, marking the time for spirits and ghosts to emerge.
Wu Shi was an ordinary office worker who had just completed three consecutive overtime shifts. He was so exhausted that he could barely keep his eyes open. After getting off the bus, he headed toward his rented apartment, muttering, "Damn this lousy company! If they make me work overtime again, I swear I'll quit on the spot!"
Dragging his feet, Wu Shi failed to notice an elderly man approaching him until it was too late. They collided head-on.
The old man let out a sharp cry as he fell to the ground, unable to get up immediately. Wu Shi stumbled back a few steps from the impact.
Realizing he had knocked someone down, Wu Shi's senses sharpened. He glanced at the old man on the ground and grumbled, "Damn it! What bad luck! I can't believe I ran into a beggar!"
He had no intention of helping the Old Beggar. With his arms crossed over his chest, he shouted at the old man, "Hey, old man! Can't you watch where you're going? If I see you again, I'll make sure you regret it!"
Wu Shi then kicked the Old Beggar a few times. The old man's body curled up in a ball, and he remained silent. After delivering his kicks, Wu Shi turned and walked away.
Wu Shi's apartment was at the end of the alley. Outside his door stood a streetlamp. As he stood outside his door preparing to take out his keys, he suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?! Where are my keys?!" He patted down all his pockets but found no sign of them.
At that moment, he felt a chill breeze behind him. The streetlamp flickered ominously before finally going out with a loud pop.
Startled by the sudden occurrence, Wu Shi swallowed hard and murmured, "No way... Am I seeing ghosts?!"
He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, spinning around to scan his surroundings but found nothing unusual. Letting out a sigh of relief, he thought to himself, "Looks like I was just imagining things!"
Turning back around, he suddenly noticed a shadow standing right in front of his door—his face was only five centimeters away from it.
"Ghost!" Wu Shi instinctively shouted, quickly stepping back three or four paces. Once he had retreated, he realized that the figure was the Old Beggar from before. Wu Shi also noticed that the Old Beggar was holding his keys.
"Hey there, you dropped your keys. I'm here to return them to you!" The Old Beggar wore a strange smile as he handed the keys to Wu Shi.
Seeing the Old Beggar's appearance filled Wu Shi with fear, but he still reached out to take his keys.
The Old Beggar placed the keys in Wu Shi's hand and then suddenly grabbed his wrist, grinning eerily, "Haha, your eyes are really beautiful! Can you give them to me?"
Wu Shi felt a chill run down his spine at the Old Beggar's words. He looked into the Old Beggar's eyes and realized they were closed.
"Let go of me!" Wu Shi struggled to shake off the Old Beggar's grip, but the Old Beggar's strength was surprisingly strong, and Wu Shi couldn't break free.
At that moment, the Old Beggar opened his eyes. Wu Shi saw that the sockets were hollow; there were no eyeballs inside.
"You’re a ghost! You’re a ghost!" Wu Shi was so terrified that he wet himself, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Come on, just give me your eyes!" The Old Beggar emanated an eerie energy, extending two fingers toward Wu Shi's eyes.
"Ah! No!" Wu Shi screamed in horror as the Old Beggar brutally gouged out his eyes. Everything went dark for Wu Shi as he fainted.
"Haha, what beautiful eyes!" The Old Beggar cradled Wu Shi's eyeballs in his hands. After a moment, he opened his mouth wide and tossed the eyeballs inside, chewing them greedily.
The Old Beggar savored every bite, yellowish fluid occasionally dripping from his mouth. After swallowing the eyeballs, he extended his tongue and licked all the juices clean from his lips.
"Damn, how disgusting!" I hid not far away, watching the scene before me, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me.
I had just followed Qu Liang's aura to this place, and I never expected to witness such a repulsive sight right upon my arrival.
Qu Liang was dressed in a black spirit robe, holding a Peach Wood Sword in her hand. She stood before the Old Beggar with an unpleasant expression on her face.
The Old Beggar seemed to sense Qu Liang's presence. He turned his dark eyes toward her and said, "Are you the new Ghost Messenger? But you seem a bit too weak!"
The black spirit robe that Qu Liang wore concealed her figure from the Living Person, while also indicating her identity as a Ghost Messenger.
Pointing the Peach Wood Sword at the Old Beggar, Qu Liang said angrily, "Old man, how dare you harm people on my turf? Just watch as I send you into oblivion!"
"You little brat, you've got quite the mouth! I've been in the Yang Realm for thirty years and haven't met a Ghost Messenger who could take me down! If you have the guts, go ahead and try!" The Old Beggar exuded a chilling Eerie Energy that dropped the temperature around us by several degrees.
Without wasting any more words, Qu Liang lunged forward with her Peach Wood Sword aimed at the Old Beggar. Unwilling to back down, he pulled out a bamboo stick and engaged her in combat.
The bamboo stick in the Old Beggar's hand was his walking cane, already infused with his aura and had long since become his Ghost Weapon, possessing considerable power.
Although Qu Liang's Peach Wood Sword was effective against spirits, her strength was too weak to break through the Old Beggar's bamboo stick.
After exchanging dozens of blows with the Old Beggar, Qu Liang, being just a girl, was already drenched in sweat and beginning to tire.
"Old Man, you're forcing my hand!" Qu Liang gritted her teeth and pulled out a silver talisman from her pocket, throwing it at the Old Beggar.
Although I was quite far away, I immediately recognized that it was a Yang Thunder Exorcism Talisman.
Looking at the Yang Thunder Exorcism Talisman, I felt a pang of heartache. You see, the price of a Silver Talisman is equivalent to ten Yellow Talismans, and a Silver Talisman costs at least a thousand Renminbi.
I sighed and said, "What a wasteful person!"
After the Yang Thunder Exorcism Talisman was affixed to the Old Beggar, Qu Liang immediately formed a Hand Seal and shouted, "Ultimate Earth, Borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth! Yang Thunder Exorcism, command!"
As soon as Qu Liang's voice fell, the Yang Thunder Exorcism Talisman on the Old Beggar shot out a bolt of lightning as thick as a finger, piercing into the Old Beggar's body.
Lightning is an embodiment of pure Yang energy, specifically designed to exorcise ghosts and monsters.
Despite the Old Beggar's considerable strength, he had no choice but to be utterly defeated by the attack of the Yang Thunder Exorcism Talisman.
"Ah! I am unwilling!" The Old Beggar let out a ghostly wail as his body finally turned to dust, dissipating into the air.
Seeing that the Old Beggar had truly been vanquished, Qu Liang let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Impressive! Impressive! I didn't expect that the new Ghost Messenger could actually eliminate Song Thirteen!" At that moment, a figure floated down from the roof nearby. He looked at Qu Liang and clapped his hands, saying, "But now that you've encountered me, there's only one path left for you—death!"
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