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Arriving at Mao Guoxue's place, Xiao Juan was already awake, with Grandma Jiang sitting beside her. It was clear that Grandma Jiang had woken her up. As we walked in, Grandma Jiang shot me a glare.
Xiao Juan hurried over, inspecting me from head to toe, then asked if I felt unwell. Perhaps Grandma Jiang had just told her about my recent encounter with Mao Shiba, and she was worried.
I shook my head, saying that aside from having a cold and feeling a bit weak, I was otherwise fine. Only then did she relent and walk over to glare fiercely at Mao Shiba.
Xiao Juan's actions only fueled Mao Shiba's anger, but he couldn't lash out and could only huff in annoyance as he sulked away, shooting me a cold glance as he passed.
My mind was in turmoil; I had no energy to deal with Mao Shiba and Xiao Juan.
Mu Yan was missing. How had she disappeared? Was there an incident, or had she left? These questions remained unanswered.
And who exactly was the Mysterious Man in Black? Why had he appeared in Jintan? Was it merely a coincidence?
If it were a coincidence, what connection did he have with the Cloud Ghost General?
Zhou Zhen and Mao Shiba had mentioned that the Cloud Ghost General was created into a Zombie by someone and was nourished with Yin blood.
Yesterday, Grandma Jiang discovered the Gathering Place of the Four Absolutes, where Yin blood gathered—a perfect place for artificially nurturing corpses. Coincidentally, the Cloud Ghost General had also appeared there.
After being subdued by Mao Guoxue and Uncle Zhou, he was unexpectedly snatched away by the Mysterious Man in Black.
Everything seemed to revolve around that Mysterious Man in Black. Unable to contain myself, I turned to Zhou Zhen and Mao Shiba and asked, "Eighteen, you both encountered that Mysterious Man in Black before. Are you sure the one you saw today is the same person?"
"There's no mistake; that guy kicked me last time. I definitely wouldn't mistake him," Mao Shiba replied from his seat.
Zhou Zhen nodded slightly. "Whether it's his voice or his skills, he indeed resembles the Mysterious Man in Black we saw last time. It must be the same person."
"Then why is he so intent on stopping you from killing Zombies?" This was my primary concern now.
Grandma Jiang interjected irritably, "It’s not easy for someone to create such a powerful Jumping Zombie. Do you think we should just burn it without a second thought?"
Mao Guoxue nodded gravely. "Grandma Jiang is right. However, we must find that Jumping Zombie and eliminate it. Otherwise, if it gains strength, things will become difficult."
I fell silent for a moment before looking at Uncle Zhou and asking, "Uncle Zhou, do you think he might be coming after me?"
"That's hard to say; it might really be aimed at you," Mao Shiba interjected before Zhou Zhen could respond.
I didn't bother to argue. This person’s cultivation was comparable to Mao Guoxue, and coupled with what the Yin Soldier Officer said last night, I instinctively connected him to the one who had summoned the Yin Soldiers.
But that was not my immediate concern. Right now, I was most worried about Mu Yan, and I had no idea what to do, feeling anxious and helpless.
Zhou Zhen noticed my distress and asked, "Xiao Lin, are you worried about Mu Yan?"
I nodded. Although she was a ghost, as she had said, she had never harmed me. On the contrary, she had saved me time and again. Now that she was in trouble, how could I not worry?
Zhou Zhen reassured me, "Don't panic; let Guoxue Brother think of a way."
He turned to Mao Guoxue and asked, "Guoxue Brother, do you have any way to help Xiao Lin?"
Mao Guoxue frowned slightly and replied, "There is a way, but it may not necessarily work."
"What is it?" I asked eagerly.
Mao Guoxue glanced at me and said, "We can set up a ritual."
Zhou Zhen was taken aback. "You mean to summon all the Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts in the vicinity?"
Mao Guoxue nodded. "That's the only method available. If she is nearby, she will definitely be among them. If not, then there's nothing I can do."
"Damn it, Second Uncle! How many Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts will you summon around here?" Mao Shiba seemed equally shocked, but I didn’t see any fear on his face—rather, there was a hint of excitement.
I guessed he had probably never witnessed such a scene of countless ghosts moving in unison.
Mao Guoxue snorted coldly. "If I can summon them, I’m not afraid they’ll cause trouble. If they annoy me, I'll make sure they all disperse into nothingness."
I felt a chill run down my spine. My perception of Mao Guoxue shifted; he seemed gentle on the surface but was actually quite formidable.
But that made sense. To reach his level of cultivation and mastery meant he must have dealt with countless wandering souls and wild ghosts in his past.
"Then there's no other way," Zhou Zhen nodded.
As the words fell, he flicked his fingers to ignite a rune, sending it flying onto the Gathering Yin talisman on the table. Instantly, both runes burst into flames, and the surrounding Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts vanished in an instant, transformed into gusts of cold wind.
Without a word, Mao Guoxue grabbed the Peach Wood Sword and dashed toward the backyard, moving swiftly and agilely. In the darkness of the night, I could hardly keep up with his movements.
Xiao Juan quickly grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, let's go take a look." Without waiting for my consent, she hurried after him.
Grandma Jiang, Zhou Zhen, and Mao Shiba had no choice but to follow closely behind.
However, when we caught up to Mao Guoxue, he had already stopped. In front of him stood a middle-aged man who appeared to be several years older than him, smiling at us. In his hand was a dark-faced Scalp.
That Scalp was indeed the same one from before, held in his grasp, its gaze filled with resentment and greed as it stared at me.
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