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Do you want to leave?
Zuo Ci flicked his sleeve, and a ghostly figure howled out from the Daoist side. It formed a grotesque head in the air, with an aged face and youthful pupils. Hanging beneath the head were its internal organs and bloody intestines. This was the true visage of the human-headed Yanfu Tongshen.
This was a substitute for Fei Tou Jiang, refined by Zuo Ci, and it was even more ferocious than the original Fei Tou Jiang.
A low growl emanated from the grotesque head. The broken Ghost Claw seemed to be immobilized by this roar, the dark mist no longer coiling around it.
With a crunching sound, the grotesque head began to bite down on the Ghost Claw, flesh and blood flying everywhere. Zuo Ci narrowed his phoenix eyes; this creature was no ordinary being. Even in just one form, it rivaled the ghosts of the Return to Yang Realm, capable of condensing substantial flesh and blood. No wonder his Zhang Zhong Feng Du could not capture it completely; this thing was still not Ling Ti.
The broken Ghost Claw was devoured entirely by the grotesque head. However, Zuo Ci's expression turned slightly cold as a vague black ghostly shadow appeared in his mind—its consciousness?
Ants, when we meet again, it will be your end. Remember my true name; I am Talba!
The vague black ghostly shadow dissipated after speaking. Zuo Ci rubbed his forehead, feeling a chilling sensation.
This is truly frustrating!
Zuo Ci grinned; Talba, huh? He knew the origins of this being.
The renowned Evil God, Siam, is infamous for devouring spirits. Many Yin Masters in Siam's domain worship it in their homes. It accepts offerings of flesh and blood from its followers, bestowing upon them Yin Cards. Despite being an Evil God, its ability to ward off evil rivals that of orthodox Fulu.
I have been too kind. Zuo Ci scratched the back of his head, wondering who dared to cast a spell on him. This person must be found! After following me for so long, why not show yourself?
Zuo Ci lit a hand-rolled cigarette and chuckled. "Hehe, as expected of Daoist Zuo!"
A man dressed in a black standard trench coat appeared, carrying a long object wrapped in Fulu and wearing a Hannya mask.
"Who are you?" Zuo Ci asked curiously.
"Wuchang Team Qingming, Li Jisheng!" the oddly dressed man replied with a hoarse laugh.
"Wuchang Team Qingming?" Zuo Ci raised an eyebrow.
Black Cripple had mentioned that Great Xia had a special department called Zhan Gui Ren dedicated to dealing with the monsters and demons within the Mystical Circle, aside from the Thirteenth Division. This was also Great Xia's strongest sword, comprising the most formidable practitioners from the Xuanmen sect, with nine teams under Team Qingming.
Wuchang was among the top three in terms of strength. However, Black Cripple had described Wuchang Team Qingming as one of the more peculiar teams within Zhan Gui Ren. The entire team of six was composed of the strongest individuals selected from Evil Practices. Moreover, this Team Qingming operated independently, possessing special rights akin to mercenaries.
"Isn't it illegal to sweep away evil and uphold justice?" Zuo Ci grinned.
"Not at all!" the man chuckled. "Not only is it not illegal, but we even plan to present you with a banner of honor!"
"Is that so? That's great!" Zuo Ci laughed.
A sharp, blood-red wave of energy came slicing through the air, accompanied by an ancient and obscure sound of chanting.
Zuo Ci's pupils constricted as he stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding the fierce strike.
"Mr. Li seems to disapprove of my actions?"
Zuo Ci reached to his waist, and a smooth, waxy yellow bag appeared in his palm, from which a humming sound emanated.
"Is it a human skin bag, nurturing dark creatures?"
The Ghost Face Mask Man laughed heartily, "What a fine Daoist Zuo!"
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