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“Azure Seal top, clay bottle, immeasurable respect, descend ghosts and collect spirits! Ghost bottle, open!”
A chant echoed above Grave Hill, and immediately a black hole the size of a water bucket appeared above it, emitting a tremendous pulling force that sucked the ghosts on Grave Hill into it.
I had been in despair, but seeing the ghost in front of me suddenly vanish filled me with a sense of survival after disaster. I collapsed onto the ground, exhaling deeply. It was then that I clearly saw the person who had come to our rescue was Wu Bansian, holding a peculiar bottle.
Upon seeing Wu Bansian, Jiang Bao furrowed his brow and said with some displeasure, “Why is this Wu Jingye here?”
“Wu Jingye?” This was the first time I had heard this name, and I was momentarily taken aback.
Jiang Bao pointed at Wu Bansian not far away and explained, “Brother Jiang Ling, Wu Jingye is this old man right here. He was a disciple of our master long ago but was expelled from the sect for violating the great taboo of the Yin-Yang Realms.”
Jiang Bao spoke without lowering his voice, so both Wu Jingye and Old Witch nearby heard him.
My mind was somewhat muddled as I looked at Wu Jingye. Just not long ago, he had been my Shishu, and now he had become my master’s discarded disciple.
I believed that Jiang Bao had no reason to lie to me, so I asked, “Wu Bansian, who exactly are you?”
Wu Jingye turned to glance at me, smiled, and said, “Jiang Ling Master’s younger brother, Jiang Bao is correct; I am your senior brother!”
“Hehe, I never expected that the famous Wu Bansian would actually be someone else's discarded disciple!” Old Witch let out an inappropriate cold laugh, looking at Wu Jingye with derision as if she didn’t take him seriously at all.
Looking at Old Witch, Wu Jingye’s expression turned serious for a moment but quickly returned to normal. He calmly asked, “Old Witch, what are you doing here? I remember this isn’t the territory of your Ten Thousand Evil Hall!”
I felt something strange inside; clearly, Old Witch was in poor condition after being affected by the backlash from the Evil Spell that Wu Jingye had broken. If he were to attack her now, she would have no chance to escape. However, it seemed that Wu Jingye was wary of the organization behind her called Ten Thousand Evil Hall.
I nudged Jiang Bao and whispered, “What is this Ten Thousand Evil Hall!”
Jiang Bao’s expression darkened. He leaned closer to my ear and said quietly, “Brother Jiang Ling, this Ten Thousand Evil Hall is an organization that suddenly appeared three years ago specializing in Evil Spells. Its members practice Evil Spells. The organization is very mysterious and rarely makes a move. We from Spirit Ghost Street once tested them out; it ended in a stalemate. Eventually, both sides' higher-ups reached an agreement, and the matter was dropped.”
“That's impressive!” After hearing Jiang Bao’s explanation, I couldn’t help but regard Old Witch with more respect.
Then Jiang Bao added, “The strength of this Old Witch isn’t too strong; she should only be an outer member of the Ten Thousand Evil Hall!”
While I was talking with Jiang Bao, I saw that Old Witch disdainfully glanced at Wu Jingye, then coldly said, “This is our business in the Ten Thousand Evil Hall! What does it have to do with you?”
"Hmph, stop pretending to be powerful. Don't think I won't dare to take action against you!" Wu Jingye seemed annoyed by the Old Witch's attitude and spoke without holding back.
The Old Witch sensed the change in Wu Jingye's demeanor and no longer dared to act arrogantly. She turned to glance at me and Jiang Bao, snorted coldly, and said, "I've noted this down, and next time, I'll repay you double!"
After delivering her threat, the Old Witch turned and walked down Grave Hill. Wu Jingye stood still, showing no intention of stopping her.
Seeing the Old Witch walking further away, Jiang Bao quickly tugged at me and said anxiously, " Brother Jiang Ling, take advantage of this old hag's weakness and deal with her now! Are we just going to wait for her to come back for revenge?"
"Aren't you one of Ten Thousand Evil Hall? Why do you want me to take action?" I scratched my ear, not quite understanding.
Jiang Bao looked at me in disbelief and said, " Brother Jiang Ling, we're from Ghost Street, and you're the next shopkeeper of Ghost Street Shop. Are you really afraid of her background?"
"Right! Why should I be afraid of her?" I slapped my forehead as realization hit me, then hurried after the Old Witch.
"Old hag, stop right there!" I had rested for a bit; although it was short, I had regained some strength.
As I chased after the Old Witch, I began drawing talismans in my palm. My goal was not to cripple her physically but to destroy her internal magic so she could no longer cast Evil Spells to harm others.
"What are you trying to do?" The Old Witch saw the talisman in my palm and instinctively took a few steps back, almost losing her balance.
By this time, I had caught up with the Old Witch and coldly remarked, "Hmph, after attacking us, you think you can just walk away? Do you really think we're that easy to bully?"
I revealed the talisman I'd drawn in my palm, bit my tongue to draw blood, and sprayed a mouthful of Tongue Blood onto it. Using the Yang Qi contained in the Tongue Blood, I activated the talisman.
"Ultimate Earth, Mystical Arts Have Methods! Daoist Protection, draw the law into the body! Open Path Seal, command!"
As soon as my words fell, I felt a surge of heat in my palm. Looking down, I saw a fiery red Command Character appear. Not daring to waste any time, I quickly raised my hand and struck towards the Old Witch's Spirit Cover.
With a mischievous grin on my face, I coughed lightly and said, "Old hag, it seems we have a connection. I'm preparing to give you an opportunity; no need to thank me!"
"Don't come any closer!" The Old Witch waved her hands frantically in panic, trying to block my Open Path Seal.
The Open Path Seal is meant to help those with a connection to the Dao unlock their potential; it's a common type of seal. For ordinary people hit by an Open Path Seal, even if they don't have a Dao connection, it won't cause harm. However, the Old Witch was different; as an Evil Cultivator who worshipped Evil Gods or Demon Gods, once the Open Path Seal penetrated her Spirit Cover, it would trigger chaos within her magic and ultimately destroy her cultivation.
"Should be effective, right?" This was my first time trying this, and I wasn't entirely sure about the effect of the Open Path Seal.
Despite the Old Witch's desperate attempts to evade, she couldn't escape the Seal in my palm. I watched as the Imperial Seal settled on the Old Witch's Spirit Cover, and then she clutched her hair tightly with both hands. A scream escaped her lips as she crouched on the ground, her body writhing in agony.
After a dozen seconds, I saw a wisp of Black Smoke drifting from the Old Witch. Her convulsions intensified.
I frowned in confusion and said, "Wait, what's with the black smoke?"
I reached out to touch the black smoke before me, but as soon as my fingers approached, it seemed to retreat on its own.
"What the hell is this?" Realizing that the black smoke was no ordinary phenomenon, I focused my gaze and discovered that it was composed of a swarm of Black Insects.
"Help me! Help... help me!" Suddenly, the Old Witch raised her hand towards me. As she did, I noticed that her clothes were crawling with those Black Insects. It wasn't just her body; there were countless insects on her face as well.
The insects were clustered together, gnawing at the Old Witch's flesh in a gruesome display. Though only a few seconds had passed, a significant portion of her Human Skin had already been devoured. Her once gaunt face was now unrecognizable, as if it had been flayed.
Seeing the Old Witch in such a state terrified me, and I stumbled back several steps, too afraid to reach out to save her.
The Old Witch writhed in pain on the ground, her voice filled with despair as she cried out, "Kill me! Please, kill me!"
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