behind me: "Open up, who's in there Are you dead"This voice sounds familiar... I hurriedly opened the door and took a look —The man outside was wearing a baseball cap, earplugs, holding a phone, and...Chapter 402: Old Grudges and New Enmities

That stooped back, I've seen it before, though it was in the dead of night. But his way of walking, slow and deliberate, is easily recognizable, like an elderly person struggling to walk.

This person is hiding too well, Situ Lin and the old Situ have become pawns, he hasn't been caught yet!

This is a deep mountain, already ravaged by large-scale construction and disruption of the feng shui. Over the past few days, numerous lonely spirits and ghosts have drifted here. Hiding in this place is both convenient and safe: secluded yet with human presence.

The little lynx received the order, let out a mighty roar, and surged forward in a blur!

It's four legs are much faster than ours, and the bobcat got a lot heavier after it grew up. It landed on the hood of a sports car, denting it.

That was the master of the zombie cultivators, he was the biggest fish that slipped through the net of the Situ family, the evil soul-cultivation technique must be hidden within him!

Thinking of this, I immediately pinched the spell to establish a prison and subdue evil, summoning the Ghost Gate which erupted from the ground.

I glanced at the door. The decorations on it seemed a little different... Two ghostly heads now appeared, their eyes wide with rage, clutching soul hooks and summoning scrolls. Their enormous eyeballs were still turning.

The little lynx pounced on the back and bit him. From hell, a chain flew out, binding the man.

The adorable little goblin immediately stepped forward, using a chain to wrap around his neck and forcefully restrain him. My heart raced—this time he can't escape, right

I clutched the badge on my chest, and before I could even whisper Jiang Qiyun's name, he leaped out from the pitch-black underworld.

"Qi Yun, he—" I hurriedly pointed at the figure who had been bitten on the calf by the little lynx.

Jiang Qiyun nodded slightly, not saying a word more.

His hand flashed with light, a long sword materialized from his palm. This blade, invisible in its edge, could shatter souls and disperse spirits. This evil path had nowhere to escape now.

"Mu Xiao Qiao...why are you here" A grayish-white ghost slowly being pulled out from the body lying on the ground.

This was the first time I had seen a complete Evil Soul Refining. Most of his body was visible bone, with bits and pieces of flesh hanging on the bones.

He looked more like a skeleton, wearing a loose, old Daoist robe.

"Hell... what guts you have to take me!" He roared in a hoarse voice, his wrist, hanging with pieces of flesh, shot up abruptly, grabbing the chains of the underworld. To everyone's astonishment, he snapped one!

Heavens, a skeleton still has this much energy!

The little demon was flung to the ground, and Jiang Qiyun's dark-colored water sleeves burst with a flash of light. Fine silver chains shot out, piercing through the shadow of the evil soul-refining technique and firmly pinning it in place.

Six enormous silver talismans materialized around Jiang Qiyun, appearing in every direction - east, west, south, north, above, and below, completely encasing the space within their confines.

He swung his blade, severing the Corpse-refining Grandmaster's seven souls, leaving him utterly devoid of bodily function.

"...In the grand scheme of things, everything is predetermined. Your arrogance is nothing but the result of karmic retribution from a previous life. Do you think you can defy fate You don't have the cultivation or the opportunity to do so." Jiang Qiyun said calmly.

"Nonsense! I have no cultivation and no fortune! Then I would have long returned to the underworld sixty years ago! Hmph... Still alive now" The evil cultivator's face twitched, looking extremely repulsive.

"Alive" Jiang Qiyun looked at him coldly. "Are you even alive You can only rely on soul refinement to seize bodies, constantly fleeing in several different vessels, avoiding the clutches of the Underworld, hiding everywhere like a rat in a sewer."

The villain gritted his teeth and glared at me: "This little girl is my opportunity—if it weren't for her being pregnant with a spirit child—"

"She is the cause of your downfall." Jiang Qiyun snorted coldly: "If you hadn't tried to touch her, how could you have exposed the entire Situ family Now, where can you hide The Zombie Village, the Situ Family, and the Corpse Demon Space, all destroyed. Where else can you cower"

"I have nearly a hundred years of cultivation—you cannot destroy my cultivation in an instant! I cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation and ruin my cultivation, no! Not!" The evil cultivator roared in unwillingness.

"...It's beyond your control." Jiang Qiyun pinched the incantation, six talismans encircling his ghostly apparition.

The most terrifying thing about this evil spirit wasn't the strength of his magic, but his meticulous planning over many years. He understood how to separate and refine souls, allowing him to find a hidden dwelling.

Now that the heavens and the underworld have destroyed all his chips, he is at a dead end with nowhere to run.

After years of wickedness, he ultimately could not escape the punishment of the underworld. His soul was unable to reincarnate and could only endure endless torment in the abyssal hell, eventually fading into nothingness.

Becoming an immortal or a demon, in essence, is the common mortal's unwillingness to accept their fate.

Unfortunately, due to different opportunities and the fruits of one's actions, the ultimate outcome... is naturally different.

"Qi Yun, if he continues to cultivate his Corpse Immortal Dao in the mortal realm, will he eventually become a Corpse King like that" I asked softly.

"...He had already fallen into the demonic path, and he even dared to dream of becoming an immortal" Jiang Qiyun shook his head.

He reached up to cup my cheek and the side of my neck, his voice a low murmur. "Get rid of these bastards clean, and we can finally rest easy... Didn't expect it would end up being you who ran into him."

"Hmm... this is a good hiding place, I didn't expect it at all... He wants to revive the embers again Several people have died here already." I frowned.

He whispered, "…He's got no chance of coming back. I'll escort him back myself. Once he enters the Twenty-Fourth Hell, there's nothing left for him but to be reduced to ashes… You should be able to handle these ghosts and spirits here, right Finish up and go back as soon as you can."

Being looked at so intently by him, his gaze lowered, almost made me forget where I was.

"... Then come back soon." I grabbed his sleeve and whispered.

"Hmm." He inclined his head slightly, his cool lips brushing against mine.

He vanished with the devil, I turned to find my brother, but they were all standing behind me.

The little ghost clerk twisted his head 45 degrees and looked up at the sky. The other little ghost clerk covered his face.

"What are you two doing" I asked, frowning.

"Hehehe, Little Empress, we didn't see anything," the cute little imp said with a smile.

My brother rolled his eyes: "You two really are... what kind of place can you sprinkle dog food Go on, go find Young Master Qiu, that coward. I'll have Uncle Cheng take this body away personally."

That maid is lucky, she hasn't been killed yet. However, the two young models who partied wildly with Young Master Qiu yesterday have already been dismembered. They were just waiting to be used in a ritual for alchemy.

According to the compass, we found the place where the body was dismembered in a corner of the construction site. Young Master Qiu fainted from fright, his mouth foaming at the corners. He had taken too many drugs and his body was weak, so he was easily frightened.

There were too many restless spirits, the minor ghost officials couldn't keep up. I invoked the "Standing Prison for Evil Spirits" spell, opening the Ghost Gate and dragging those wandering souls in. One of them was a female ghost who looked to be in her forties or fifties.

I clasped my hands together and asked, "Young Master Qiu, you still refuse to tell the truth, do you Who is that female ghost What grudge does she have against you"ess piling up on his wrist, rising higher and higher..."I quite like you like this, though it's inconvenient. You even struggle to open your legs." He leaned down and lightly kissed her stomach, like...