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As the onlookers caught sight of the evil spirit, they all turned and fled back into their rooms, each one faster than the last. Within seven or eight seconds, everyone had disappeared, leaving only me and the spirit at the staircase.
I shook my head in disbelief and said, "Is it really that terrifying just because it's a spirit with no real power?"
The process of the spirit provoking the old lady seemed long, but it was actually less than half a minute. Meanwhile, I was secretly preparing the Soul Binding Spell.
I could easily draw a regular Soul Binding Spell in the blink of an eye, but the Soul Binding Talisman specifically designed to deal with evil spirits was more complex, and I had never drawn one before. So it took me a little extra time.
Fortunately, I completed it just as the old lady charged over. If I had been even a moment slower, I might have ended up receiving a few slaps from her slippers.
Thinking about what had just happened made me a bit angry. I tapped the spirit on its head and said irritably, "You little ghost! You actually tried to trick me! Why are you so wicked? Let me teach you a lesson today."
I bit my index finger and drew a Binding Spell on the spirit's Spirit Cover. Soon enough, its body was immobilized. I raised my hand and slapped the spirit against the wall, then quickly formed a spell with both hands and struck at it.
"Ah! Master, I'm sorry! Please don't hit me! I'll die if you keep this up!"
"Ah! Ah! Master, please don't hit my face! I still need it to make a living!"
"Ah! Master, I'm begging you! Let's talk this out. I'll give you anything you want; just let me go!"
...
As I began my actions, exaggerated cries of agony escaped from the spirit's mouth. Although I was being careful not to hurt it too much, it acted as if it were suffering immensely, which made me furrow my brows in confusion.
"You like to scream so much? Then I'll let you scream to your heart's content!" A glint flashed in my eyes as I infused more Daoist Magic into my strikes and quickly aimed at the spirit again.
"Hmm..." This time, the spirit let out a muffled groan. Panic flickered in its eyes as it opened its mouth and expelled a mass of Black Ghostly Aura.
The evil spirit did not let out an exaggerated scream this time. Instead, it wore a serious expression, its cold gaze fixed on me as it ominously said, "Daoist, do you know what you are doing? I advise you to come down quickly! Otherwise, you will die a terrible death."
I ignored the warning from the evil spirit, focusing intently on channeling my internal energy. I slowly brought my hand down to strike the spirit.
With each strike, I was able to force a wisp of Black Ghostly Aura from the spirit's body, and its aura grew increasingly weaker.
"If you don't come out soon, I really will kill this evil spirit!" I said calmly, my actions not pausing for a moment.
From the very first moment I touched the evil spirit, I sensed that it harbored an Eerie Aura within. This was clearly an evil spirit; it shouldn't have any other aura inside it.
As the saying goes, unusual occurrences often hide strange truths.
I was intrigued by the secret within this evil spirit, so I planned to pin it against the wall and use my Daoist Magic to expel that Eerie Aura.
However, after forcing out a wisp of Eerie Aura from the spirit's body, I felt something was off. It wasn't that the evil spirit was particularly powerful; rather, I sensed subtle waves emanating from the oil paintings on the wall.
Upon closer observation, I discovered that those oil paintings concealed another evil spirit within them. They were just like the one in my hand—hidden behind an inconspicuous silhouette in the artwork.
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so experienced at your age; you actually noticed our flaw. Truly, heroes emerge from youth!" At that moment, a figure emerged from one of the oil paintings. It turned around and removed its hat, revealing an elderly man in his seventies or eighties.
"Old Hu, why are you so eager to show yourself? What if this Daoist is just trying to trick us into revealing ourselves? Wouldn't we be falling into his trap?" Another figure from a different painting turned around. This person looked refined and scholarly, resembling an ancient scholar.
"Hehe, stop arguing. It's no big deal for us to reveal ourselves. This Daoist is alone; with so many of us here, are we really afraid of him?"
...
More and more evil spirits revealed their true forms. They exchanged glances and silently agreed to surround me. The entire corridor was suddenly filled with these spirits.
I scanned the malevolent spirits around me with an expressionless face, and to my surprise, I saw a ten-year-old elder among them, as well as a brat who looked about seven or eight years old. However, there wasn't a single female spirit in sight.
Furrowing my brows, I muttered to myself, "How strange. With so many malevolent spirits here, why are they all male? Something feels off!"
The presence of so many spirits in this inn was already a bizarre occurrence, and the fact that there wasn't a single female spirit made it even more peculiar.
I had been practicing Taoist Magic under my master, who often spoke about Yin and Yang. He taught me that where there is Yin, there must be Yang; where there is Yang, there must be Yin. They counter each other and also give rise to one another; neither can exist without the other.
"Daoist, you should release the spirit in your hand immediately. If we’re in a good mood, we might consider sparing your life!" At that moment, a lecherous-looking spirit stood before me, looking down at me with an air of arrogance, completely convinced he had the upper hand.
I had no intention of killing that spirit, but I despised being threatened. Furrowing my brows again, I turned to meet the spirit's gaze and replied coldly, "And if I refuse to let go? What can you do to me?"
The spirit felt a twinge of unease under my stare. He glanced at his companions nearby and felt reassured. A sinister glint flashed in his eyes as he leered and said, "What can we do? Heh heh, of course we’ll kill you! We’ll feast on your flesh! I've heard that a Daoist's blood and flesh are highly nourishing. I've never tasted it before; now seems like the perfect opportunity!"
The spirit turned to his fellow spirits and spoke with an enticing tone, "Brothers, let’s not waste any more words; let’s just attack. If we can solve this with our fists, there’s no need to waste breath."
Some of the spirits seemed tempted by his words, their eyes flickering with hesitation. However, a more impulsive spirit stepped forward without hesitation and laughed maniacally, "Heh heh! Exactly! With so many of us here, what’s there to fear? Once we deal with this Daoist, everything will be over!"
(End of Chapter)
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