79: Chapter 79 The Haunted House Conceals a Mystery

"Tsk, is there a watchdog included as a bonus?"

He flicked his finger, and three blood-gold heavenly prison chains shot out from his sleeve, tearing the mummified corpse to shreds like a rampaging Dragon.

As bone dust scattered, a blood-colored array map suddenly appeared on the ground, and seventy-two Soul-Devouring Nails attacked from all directions.

"Mere parlor tricks."

Gu Han stomped down hard with the sole of his boot, pushing the Heavenly Prison Demon Suppression Scripture to its limit.

The bluestone floor tiles exploded with a roar, and the corpse-controlling Talisman hidden beneath them was pulverized before it could even ignite.

The entire chamber shook violently, and the twelve human-skin lanterns hidden within the walls burst simultaneously.

The foul-smelling blood plasma was vaporized by his True Qi before it could even splatter onto the corner of his clothing.

He suddenly turned around, and a chain pierced into the west wall.

Amidst the flying bricks and stones, a bronze coffin covered in Soul-Suppressing Talismans was revealed.

Thick, black blood was oozing from the gaps in the coffin lid, congealing under the sunlight into four large characters: "Trespassers Will Die."

"A Yin-Evil Corpse-Raising Formation?"

"This is actually good Materials."

Gu Han sneered, and the Blood God Seal on his wrist suddenly grew hot.

He took the opportunity to press the mark onto the coffin, and the blood-colored patterns spread like living things.

A harsh sound of fingernails scraping against metal immediately came from inside the coffin, accompanied by the murmuring curses of some ancient language.

"Bang!"

The coffin lid suddenly exploded, and the Iron-Armored Corpse King that jumped out was pierced through the center of its forehead by thirty-six heavenly prison chains before it could even steady itself.

Gu Han formed a Seal with one hand, and the two balls of netherfire in the Corpse King's eye sockets trembled violently as they were extracted, coalescing into a pigeon-egg-sized dark green crystal in his palm.

"The Soul Fire of a Mortal Transformation Realm Corpse King."

Just then, the clattering sound of iron chains struggling came from the ancient well outside the courtyard.

A flash of blood-gold light shone in Gu Han's pupils, and he saw a golden body engraved with Buddhist scriptures sealed at the bottom of the well, currently being corroded into a riddled state by the well water.

"An Arhat Golden Body?"

"Interesting..."

He had just taken half a step when the bronze compass in his bosom suddenly flew out on its own.

The needle on the compass face spun wildly, finally pointing to a certain floor tile under the offering table in the main hall.

Gu Han lifted his foot and stomped the floor tile to pieces, revealing a bronze-rusted Eight-Trigrams Locking Box.

Each of the eight corners of the box was inlaid with a dim demon core, and dried bloody fingerprints remained in the recessed Taiji diagram in the center.

"A Nine-Palace Demon-Locking Box?"

As soon as his fingertip touched the surface of the box, the entire residence suddenly shook as if the earth were moving.

Seven pillars of blood-colored light shot into the sky from different directions, intertwining in the air to form a Big Dipper Demon-Refining Array.

A one-eyed old Daoist jumped out from where the rockery had exploded, the peach-wood sword in his hand actually pieced together from human bones.

"Junior, you are courting death!"

The old Daoist pointed the tip of his sword at Gu Han.

"This residence was long ago by this old man..."

"Snap."

The sound of the bone sword snapping and the sound of a cervical spine shattering rang out simultaneously.

When Gu Han lifted the man by his throat, he discovered a Soul-Chasing Jade from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion embedded in the skin and flesh of the opponent's neck.

"Another dog of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion."

"So it was you who leaked the news about the haunted house to the agency."

He exerted force with his fingertips to crush the Soul-Chasing Jade, and the old Daoist immediately bled from his seven orifices.

【Slayed a sinful person, plundered fifty-five remnants of fate.】

Watching the text drift before his eyes, Gu Han curled his lips.

"Another piece of trash whose Lifespan is running out and who wants to extend it."

"Looks like I've stirred up trouble again."

"Buying a home, and I run into this."

"My luck is certainly good."

"I just don't know who the enemy I've provoked this time will be."

Gu Han tossed aside the lifeless corpse and couldn't help but mock himself.

Afterward, he poured his Heavenly Prison True Qi into the Demon-Locking Box.

The rusted mechanism gears groaned under the unbearable strain.

The moment the box lid sprang open, eighteen rays of golden light shot out; it was actually a complete set of Demon-Subduing Vajra Pestles.

"Ding."

The longest Demon-Subduing Pestle suddenly flew toward the ancient well on its own.

As the well water boiled, the golden-bodied Arhat suddenly opened its eyes, and its decayed flesh peeled off like a snake shedding its skin, revealing the jade-like, translucent bones underneath.

A line of small characters was engraved on the skull.

Bitter Suffering, Head of the Great Compassion Temple, attained nirvana here to suppress demons.

Gu Han suddenly pressed his temples.

"Involved with a bald donkey again."

"My luck really is good."

As soon as Gu Han's fingertip touched Bitter Suffering's golden body, the entire skeleton suddenly erupted with blinding Buddhist light.

The eighteen Demon-Subduing Pestles spun in mid-air, setting up a Vajra Demon-Subduing Array around him.

The well water boiled like blood, and the moment the Seal shattered, nine streams of black Qi shot into the sky like wicked Dragons.

"The bald donkey wants to screw people over even after death?"

Gu Han sneered, and heavenly prison chains erupted from his spine.

When the chains collided with the black Qi, they emitted the sound of clashing metal, shaking the entire residence until the ground cracked.

His pupils constricted; this was no evil Qi, but clearly nine remnants of souls from the Heavenly Human Realm that hadn't been fully refined by Buddhist secret techniques.

"Benefactor, be careful."

Bitter Suffering's skull suddenly spoke in human language, and the " 卍" mark on its forehead exploded.

A phantom of an old monk appeared amidst the vast Buddhist light, his withered palm pressing fiercely toward the soul remnants.

In an instant, the soul remnants dissipated.

"Benefactor... leave quickly..."

"This old monk cannot suppress the Devil Head inside here for much longer."

Bitter Suffering's skull cracked with a "snap," and the last trace of Buddhist nature was extinguished.

The eighteen Demon-Subduing Pestles clattered to the ground, the inscriptions on the pestle bodies cracking inch by inch.

Gu Han suddenly laughed.

The thirty-six heavenly prison chains within his body rattled and vibrated, shredding the invading soul remnants completely.

Those wild Soul Power, which would have been enough to make a Mortal Transformation Realm Cultivator explode and die, had now become the best nourishment for the chains.

"The bald donkey actually sent a great gift."

He bent down to pick up the Demon-Subduing Pestle, his fingertips brushing over the inscriptions of the "Great Sun Vajra Body Refining Art" on the pestle body.

This top-tier Buddhist Body Refining Cultivation Technique was currently flowing into his Sea of Consciousness as the scriptures circulated.

The ground suddenly collapsed.

The entire residence was like it had been hit by a turning earth Dragon, and a bloody spring a zhang high erupted from the ancient well.

Nine bronze coffins broke through the earth, surrounding Gu Han in the center in a Nine-Palace formation.

Each coffin was wrapped in chains engraved with curse scriptures, the ends of the chains disappearing into the Void Realm.

"Nine-Evil Soul-Locking Coffins?"

Gu Han's pupils constricted.

This was clearly a forbidden technique used by evil Cultivators to nourish their life-bound corpse puppets; each coffin required the consumption of the blood essence of nine hundred boys and girls.

In the end, nine-nine returns to one.

"Right at the foot of the magnificent capital, such a commotion is happening, yet no one knows."

"This Great Chu really is rotten to the core."

"I just don't know if it has anything to do with those factions in the capital."

"Looks like I have to move to a new home again."

"Fortunately, I've already used a disguise."

"Boom!"

The lid of the nearest coffin suddenly exploded, and the corpse puppet that jumped out was actually wearing the uniform of the Zhenwu Division.

The rotting face was already unrecognizable.

"Interesting..."

Gu Han crushed the blue bricks with the soles of his boots, pushing the Heavenly Prison Steps to the limit.

His figure flashed past the corpse puppet's sharp claws like a ghost, and he backhanded the Demon-Subduing Pestle into its forehead.

"Puchi."

Rotting flesh meeting a Buddhist artifact was like snow meeting boiling oil; the corpse puppet instantly turned into pus and blood.

But more coffins were trembling, and the clattering sound of the chains was hair-raising.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of a Jade Slip clamped between the finger bones of Bitter Suffering's golden body.

The moment he picked it up, the contents of the Jade Slip entered his eyes.

Thirty-eight years ago, the Head of the Great Compassion Temple brought nine Disciples here to set up the Vajra Demon-Subduing Array, suppressing a Drought Demon that was in the process of transforming.

In the end, they were ambushed by someone behind the scenes, and Bitter Suffering and his Disciples were all killed in battle.

Before dying, Bitter Suffering transformed his body into an Arhat, forcibly shattering the Drought Demon into nine pieces.

"So that's how it is."

"This bald donkey was actually quite righteous."

Gu Han's Heavenly Prison True Qi surged from his fingertips, and the Demon-Subduing Pestle hummed, bursting with blinding golden light.

The eight bronze coffins exploded simultaneously, and rotting flesh and chain fragments poured down like a rainstorm.

He crushed the blue bricks with the soles of his boots, his figure turning into a blood-colored afterimage as he wove between the corpse puppets, each strike precisely piercing their foreheads.

"Roar."

The last corpse puppet suddenly self-detonated, and a three-foot-long crimson centipede darted out from the foul-smelling blood mist.

Its hundred legs sliced through the air with the sound of clashing metal, and the venom sprayed from its mouthparts corroded the ground into a deep pit a zhang wide.