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Living Funeral
Two Ghost Shadows slowly transformed into glowing dots and disappeared into the night. The Taoist priest approached me quickly, holding a Yellow Talisman that emitted a faint black light, completely devoid of the previous Taoist energy, instead resembling something demonic. As the Taoist came closer, I naturally turned and ran; at that moment, I was no match for him.
A Yellow Talisman radiating black light fell onto me. Typically, Yellow Talismans are used to exorcise spirits and ward off evil, so anyone with some Taoist knowledge can release a yellow light from them. However, ordinary people cannot see this yellow light. Only ghosts and those with Taoist abilities can see it, or those heavily infused with Yin Qi or Evil Energy. At that moment, I couldn't run far at all, and the black-light Yellow Talisman quickly landed on me, instantly binding me in a layer of black light.
The Taoist chanted incantations, finally uttering two words: “Soul Ignition.” As soon as these words fell, the black light ignited like fire, causing my soul to burn with heat as if it were on fire. I writhed in pain on the ground, cursing under my breath—what kind of evil technique was this?
The burning sensation was truly unbearable. Sweat poured down my forehead in beads. I had no idea what to do; Damn it, I could only resort to desperate measures—using blood. My own blood should be able to dispel this black light.
Thinking this, I took action. I wrote the word Decree in my own blood within the black light. Instantly, a faint mist of blood began to spread slowly, dispersing the black light. I quickly got up from the ground and tore off the talisman that had been placed on me.
Damn it, after tearing it off, I felt much better. Breathing heavily, I was relieved to see that Du Feng had already intercepted the Taoist priest. Zhang Xun and the ghost also arrived, forming a circle around him. The Taoist was trapped in the middle while I was drenched in a mix of sweat and blood—looking as disheveled as one could be.
Du Feng said, “Even if you break the taboo, it’s not your place to do so.” After Du Feng spoke, several more Ghost Shadows appeared behind him. As these Ghost Shadows emerged, I caught a whiff of a faint medicinal fragrance filling the air.
The two sides quickly engaged in battle. I was so exhausted that I could barely stand and ended up sitting on the ground. The Taoist was strong, but Zhang Xun and his companions were no pushovers either. Soon enough, I noticed the Taoist's skin beginning to rot; this body ultimately did not belong to him. Therefore, controlling it wasn't as easy as he thought.
Despite facing three opponents alone, the Taoist managed to stabilize the situation somewhat; however, dragging this out would surely lead to trouble.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I noticed a nearly lifeless weasel crawling toward me. Looking at this useless teammate, I had nothing to say.
The weasel said to me, “Chen Fei, don’t you remember anything from before?”
Honestly, I hadn’t thought about anything else; my mind was only filled with memories of that smiling figure emerging from a pile of corpses. Ignoring the weasel, I focused on the scene before me as moonlight illuminated our surroundings slightly.
At that moment, the weasel began to complain: “I won’t live much longer anyway, but wasting this book of Yellow Paper Talismans is just ridiculous.”
I glanced at the weasel; seeing an animal that could talk still intrigued me. The weasel rummaged through its belongings and pulled out an old book with yellowed pages. Flipping through a few pages, it exclaimed excitedly to itself.
However, my attention wasn’t on it; soon enough, it became apparent that Du Feng and his companions were starting to falter slightly. The Ghost Shadows surrounding Du Feng, which emitted medicinal fragrance, were continuously dissipating; even the ghost's spirit seemed unable to hold steady any longer.
Zhang Xun was already stained with blood; the Taoist's skills were truly profound.
I felt a chill run down my spine, taking a sharp breath. If this stalemate continued, I feared that Zhang Xun and the others wouldn't be able to hold on. A thought flashed through my mind.
At that moment, the weasel cursed, "This damn Taoist's skills are getting more and more twisted, but he only bullies you now. If you recover, he won't stand a chance."
The weasel waved the Yellow Paper Talisman in front of me, nearly breaking my train of thought. I told the weasel not to interrupt me. The weasel replied, "Aren't you going to think about this Yellow Paper Talisman?" Just then, I realized something: the reason the Taoist could recover was entirely due to having this body. He obtained this corpse because I had pierced a blood hole in the woman who owned it.
So, if I wanted to expose this Taoist, did I need to poke another blood hole in his forehead?
Once I figured this out, I shouted to Zhang Xun and the others, "Poke a blood hole in the Taoist's head!" After I spoke, all three looked at me, while the Taoist instinctively covered his forehead with his hand. Seeing this action from him confirmed that I was right.
I let this Taoist scheme against me; damn it, did he really think I was easy to bully?
With his hand covering his forehead, the Taoist began to act cautiously. I slowly stood up from the ground, my body swaying slightly. A gust of wind blew by, clearing my mind a bit. Before long, I saw a flurry of silver-white light dissipating.
The silver-white light gradually illuminated the night. I knew where this light came from—it was Lin Xue's. This was the light of her soul; once it faded away, it would signify her demise.
I stared at it and silently whispered, "Goodbye, Lin Xue." After saying that, I felt a dull ache in my chest.
The light quickly blossomed and then vanished. At that moment, the Taoist let out a piercing scream as he became entangled by Du Feng's Ghost Shadow. Zhang Xun pierced through the Taoist's shoulder with his sword; however, even then, the Taoist still protected his head with his hand.
But at this point, the Taoist was on the verge of collapsing. He shot me a venomous glance and shouted, "Chen Fei, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
I stood still without moving, my gaze fixed on the Taoist.
The ghost transformed into a swirl of violet flames that surged directly toward the Taoist's forehead. The violet flames engulfed him instantly, eliciting an incredibly mournful scream that echoed through the night as if trying to pierce through it.
The Taoist's soul was quickly forced out. Initially appearing normal after being expelled, it didn't take long for his soul to visibly age at an alarming rate. He approached me, his furious roars turning frail and hoarse. When he reached close enough to me to stretch out his hand and grasp my neck, this time I did not retreat.
Zhang Xun walked briskly towards me, causing my heart to race, but I was stopped by Du Feng.
Du Feng said, "It's not going to work." As his words fell, I recalled the incantation and formed a protective spirit with my hands. Then I slowly uttered, "Yang Pass, open." The moment those three words left my lips, the Taoist didn't even let out a single scream; his soul quickly dissolved, and in the end, there wasn't even a glimmer of light as he completely returned to silence.
"That's terrifying," said the weasel standing beside me.
I slowly withdrew my hands. In the realm of spirits, I knew this child was not to be underestimated.
At that moment, the weasel asked, "Do you want this Yellow Paper Talisman?"
"I want it..." But as soon as I spoke, I felt my body could no longer hold up. It wasn't just my body; my soul felt the same way. Then I collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself lying on an ancient bed. The room was lit, filled with the fragrance of medicine, and the walls were lined with medicine cabinets covered in densely packed characters.
At that moment, a sweet voice belonging to a girl said, "You're awake."
I responded with a soft "mm." She continued, "I'll go inform the master."
"Master?" I thought to myself, what era is this? Just a glance at the girl told me she wasn't human; she floated as she walked. The scent of medicine made it clear whose home this was—it should be Du Feng's place—and that girl must be a ghost raised by Du Feng.
As I sat up from the bed, I noticed an old book with yellowed pages beside me. A glance was enough to tell it was the Yellow Paper Talisman belonging to the weasel. I couldn't believe it; he really had given me the book.
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