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Chapter 6: Five Thunder Breaking Evil Formation
I focused my mind and executed the Five Thunder Palm, breaking through the oppressive black mist with a punch. Whoosh—a beam of light shot straight into the sky, dispersing the darkness. A loud crash echoed as something emerged from the shattered black mist, spinning towards me and Qin Jian.
Qin Jian opened his palm, and the dagger in his hand whirled rapidly, aiming to intercept the incoming object. With a sharp crack, he sliced through it, revealing it to be a severed television cable. Then, from within a cloud of mist, a disheveled and terrifying female ghost appeared.
“Bao Hui?”
“Hahahaha! I asked you for help, but you ignored me. Are you regretting it now? Hahaha!” The ghost summoned a chilling wind, her body floating as her claw-like hands reached out towards me. Just in time, I aimed the Bagua Mirror at her. The ghost's eyes widened in shock as her eyeballs exploded, releasing a substance that was neither blood nor water—black, red, and green—before she let out a furious roar and lunged at Qin Jian.
Qin Jian was caught off guard, having been focused on my confrontation with the ghost. He barely managed to draw his dagger to defend himself against her sudden attack. He stumbled back several steps before falling to the ground. I rushed over, pointing my fingers like a sword and executing a series of Purgatory Flame strikes aimed directly at the ghost.
The Ghost Head was hit and began to sizzle as she emitted an ear-piercing wail, clawing at her hair and revealing her true identity.
She was not a ghost; she was Chief Zhang, whom we had been searching for everywhere.
Chief Zhang wore a wig and had disguised herself as a ghost—what was going on? Qin Jian froze in shock and reached out to stop me from attacking further, whispering urgently, “Chief Zhang.”
Chief Zhang hesitated for a moment but did not halt her assault; her claw-like hands continued to reach for Qin Jian.
“What the hell! Chief Zhang, do I have a grudge against you?” Qin Jian exclaimed in confusion as he awkwardly dodged her attacks.
I chased after Chief Zhang and shouted to Qin Jian, “She’s not Chief Zhang! Something has invaded her mind and is controlling her!”
“Damn it! If you know that, then hurry up and deal with her!” Qin Jian dashed into the corner of the demolished restroom wall, panting heavily in fear. I followed him inside but found no trace of him—only a group of people busily working.
They were several construction workers laying the foundation and marking lines for a restroom model. Someone began digging with a shovel, excavating the foundational layers for pouring concrete. It seemed they were running late; after digging out a square pit for the foundation, they wrapped up their work for the day.
The site was empty except for a simple sign.
The sign displayed diagrams and text indicating construction in progress along with another notice: Please detour around this area!
There was nothing much to it, really!
I gazed for a long time at the square pit left behind, a strong premonition stirring within me, as if something was about to happen.
Just then, a hunched figure staggered over from not far away, mumbling drunkenly to himself, a bottle of alcohol in hand. He walked and drank at the same time, muttering, "A drink today means a hangover tomorrow; who cares if there's no rice to cook?" It was clear that this old man was drunk, but he seemed to be heading towards the construction site for the restroom.
I thought about stopping him, but as I reached out, my hand wouldn’t move.
The old man was likely too inebriated to discern his direction and had wandered into this construction area by mistake.
If I wasn't mistaken, there were signs at both ends of the construction zone prohibiting people and vehicles from passing through.
The old man stumbled into the construction site, unzipped his pants, and began to urinate while cursing under his breath: "My youth is gone forever! And look at you, a middle-aged woman, ending up like this. You ungrateful brat! I raised you with my own sweat and tears, and now that you have a wife, you've forgotten your roots."
He was cursing his daughter-in-law, and the middle-aged woman must have been his wife.
After he finished cursing, he pulled up his pants and was about to turn away when suddenly a torrential downpour began. From my vantage point under a roof tile overhead, it seemed to shield me from the rain; I hardly felt its intrusion, though the chill in the air deepened.
The heavy rain drenched the old man standing at the edge of the pit like a drowned rat. He struggled to turn around but lost his balance and fell backward into the pit. Instinctively, I reached out and shouted, "Oh no!" but all I could do was helplessly watch as he tumbled into the deep pit and floundered in the muddy water. Several times he tried to get up but was blinded by the rainwater and found nothing solid to grasp onto.
The old man was in danger!
I could only watch with wide eyes, becoming a mere witness to this unfolding tragedy.
The rain poured down relentlessly, flowing toward lower ground and into the pit that the workers had dug.
The water in the pit quickly rose; before long, it was half-filled. The old man struggled in the water, calling out futilely. Unfortunately, this street was off-limits; no one passed by. The wind howled and the rain roared; no one could hear his increasingly faint cries.
Eventually, he stopped moving. His body gradually lost its strength and sank beneath the surface of the pit; the mud swiftly engulfed him. He became part of that mire. If someone had appeared just then, he might have been saved; instead, he would soon become a mud corpse.
Soon after, the rain ceased. People appeared at the construction site, followed by a rumbling sound—the mixer churning cement. The slick concrete rotated rhythmically within the mixer. The workers didn’t thoroughly check the foundation pit; under the foreman's guidance, they orderly placed down rebar cages. Then concrete from the mixer poured into the pit—this was how solid foundations were cast on-site.
At that moment, in a moment of distraction, Foreman's hat fell off, revealing a familiar face.
In my shock, as the foundation was completed, my heart sank into the Dead Sea; death was merely a new beginning. This scene chilled me to the bone, and tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't know who it was that suddenly grabbed my arm and shouted, "Ma Qi, run!" pulling me back from the illusion into reality.
The person who grabbed my arm was Qin Jian.
Behind Qin Jian stood the nearly frenzied Zhang Section Chief.
I pulled Qin Jian behind me, focused my mind, formed a hand seal, and chanted an incantation. With my fingers together, I launched a gentle Soul-Binding Palm aimed at the rushing Zhang Section Chief. Zhang Section Chief was hit, letting out a muffled groan as he fell backward. Qin Jian reacted quickly and caught him, asking me what was going on.
We looked at Zhang Section Chief, whose face had turned ashen and whose fingers were rotting as Corpse Poison spread. I took out the detoxification pills given to me by my master, along with Snow Lotus Exorcism pills, and stuffed them into his mouth. After pouring water to help him swallow, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
My master's two medicines used together meant that if someone struggled to swallow them, there would be no hope left. There was also one more thing: Zhang Section Chief had dark energy surrounding him. My master had warned against saving anyone with dark energy; yet I intervened this time not for any other reason but for the sake of Zhang Section Chief's family.
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