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On the other side, after Wu Chun escaped from my grasp, she immediately charged toward Zhao Sanbao who was not far away.
Only Wu Jie and Huang Ping stood beside Zhao Sanbao, while the others remained at the entrance of the street and did not follow.
After witnessing my methods, Zhao Sanbao and the others were initially filled with shock; it was their first time seeing a Taoist Master perform an exorcism. However, before they could react, they suddenly saw Wu Chun approaching them with murderous intent.
Wu Jie quickly lit the Longevity Lamp in his hand, raising its faint light in front of him. He glanced at the two beside him and said, "You two, that female ghost seems to be charging toward us. She doesn't intend to kill us to silence us, does she?"
Having seen Wu Chun in the shop before, Huang Ping had already guessed that she was not a Living Person. But now, seeing her true form up close made it hard for him to remain calm.
Huang Ping drew his pistol and aimed it at the approaching Wu Chun, speaking in a serious tone, "Let’s be cautious. If we can’t handle her, we should retreat from this street."
Among the three, Zhao Sanbao was the most frightened. He recalled the necklace that Wu Chun held and instinctively thought of the string of Thousand Paper Cranes that had suddenly appeared in his room.
He swallowed hard and gripped his Demon-Subduing Staff tightly, forcing himself to calm down. A fierce light flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "No matter who you are, I, Zhao Sanbao, will not be afraid. Bring it on!"
After three or four seconds, Wu Chun reached them. She took out the necklace and examined it closely.
The necklace emitted a faint black Evil Qi, swaying continuously and pointing directly at where Zhao Sanbao and the others stood. As Wu Chun drew closer, the necklace swung more violently, accompanied by faint sounds emanating from the Tiger Statue nearby.
The Tiger Statue, crafted through dark magic by Wang Hongtao, had already absorbed some of Zhao Sanbao's aura. The closer it got to him, the stronger the resonance became. However, it could only indicate roughly where Zhao Sanbao was located but could not pinpoint which individual he was.
Wu Chun tucked the necklace into her pocket and cast a cold glance at the three before her. With a voice full of menace, she said, "It seems the last person I need is among you. Who among you is born in the Year of the Tiger? Step forward. I will only take that person's soul; I can spare the other two."
"Now I understand why all eleven corpses were adorned with human bone statues; it truly relates to their zodiac signs." Huang Ping thought as he saw Wu Chun put away the Tiger Statue. A glint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he spoke coldly, "These statues came from your shop. It seems Cute was killed by you. I don't care whether you're human or ghost; you can die now!"
With that, Huang Ping decisively pulled the trigger of his gun, firing three bullets in quick succession. One bullet pierced through Wu Chun's left chest, shattering her heart, while the other two narrowly missed her as she dodged.
Wu Chun glanced down at her heart area and realized she was merely a spirit medium Paper Man, her body hollow and devoid of flesh and blood.
Although Wu Chun's soul wasn't truly harmed, her expression turned ominous and terrifying. She shot a glare filled with killing intent at Huang Ping and hissed, "Damn it! My body is ruined like this, and now I have to find a new one again, enduring that soul-rending pain once more. This is all your fault! I will kill you!"
In an instant, Wu Chun transformed into a blur, not giving Huang Ping the chance to fire a fourth shot. She suddenly appeared right in front of him, her remaining right hand enveloped in Black Ghostly Aura, transforming her palm into a sinister bone claw that swiftly knocked the gun from Huang Ping's grasp.
"Die!" Wu Chun shouted fiercely, her eyes blazing with fury as her bone claw lunged toward Huang Ping's right chest, intent on ripping his heart out.
Her movements were swift; from the moment she knocked away Huang Ping's gun to when she attacked again, only four or five seconds had passed. Huang Ping barely had time to react as he watched Wu Chun reach for his chest.
"Female ghost, stop!" Wu Jie shouted desperately. Having activated his Wisdom Eye, he could see Wu Chun's movements more clearly than anyone else. Reacting quickly, he rushed forward with the Longevity Lamp in hand, positioning himself between Wu Chun and Huang Ping.
The flames from the Longevity Lamp caused Wu Chun discomfort. As a Paper Man, she was vulnerable to its effects despite its relatively low power. Fearing that continuing her assault on Huang Ping would ignite her body, she reluctantly halted her right hand and quickly retreated a few steps.
"Since you seek death! Then I'll kill you first!" Wu Chun glared menacingly at Wu Jie before shifting her target. In a flash, she appeared behind him, her bone claw aimed directly at his chest.
"This is bad; this female ghost is too fast! I can't keep up!" Wu Jie sensed the danger behind him but found it too late to turn around.
"Wu Jie, don't be afraid! I'm right behind you; this female ghost can't hurt you," Zhao Sanbao's voice came from behind Wu Jie. After forcing back the female ghost moments earlier, Zhao Sanbao had rushed forward with his Demon-Subduing Staff and now stood directly behind Wu Jie.
"Female ghost, die!" Zhao Sanbao shouted with a fierce expression as he raised the Demon-Subduing Staff and brought it down upon Wu Chun's head.
With a light thud, Wu Chun's skull was dented by the impact of the Demon-Subduing Staff. At the same time, a Golden Buddha Light emanated from the staff, penetrating through the wound and into Wu Chun's body.
"Ah! No! I don't want to die! Please, help me, my lord!" Wu Chun screamed in agony as her body was eroded by the Buddha light. The ghost within the Paper Man was quickly purified. Suddenly, the Paper Man ignited spontaneously, turning to ashes in an instant. A gust of cold wind swept through, dispersing the remnants into the air.
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