39: Mountain God Festival (6)

The evil ghost's head, which had fallen to the ground, suddenly let out a spine-chilling howl—"Aooo!"

Immediately after, the headless golden statue of the evil ghost slowly bent down as if controlled by an invisible force.

Its two empty arms flailed wildly in the air, seemingly searching for something.

It looked as if the evil ghost wanted to pick its fallen head back up.

Facing such an eerie scene, Hei Jing suddenly raised his right foot and stomped down hard on the evil ghost's head. Accompanied by a piercing cracking sound,

the evil ghost's head instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering everywhere.

Then, Hei Jing gripped the wailing stick in his hand, pointed it directly at the evil ghost statue before him, and sternly reprimanded, "A mere evil ghost, daring to scheme to become the Mountain God's wife? Simply delusional! Show yourself at once!"

"If you obediently comply, this Underworld Marshal can still leave you a complete corpse, allowing you to depart a little more comfortably!"

However, the evil ghost did not heed Hei Jing's command.

Instead, an incomparably mournful struggle emanated from within the evil ghost statue: "Ahhh... I was originally a benevolent ghost who accumulated good deeds in this land! This is an undeniable fact!"

"It was he... it was they who controlled me decades ago... extracting my benevolence..." Before the evil ghost statue could finish speaking, it instantly turned into a puddle of mud as if it had touched a forbidden seal.

It was a sticky, filthy puddle, emanating a foul stench.

Hei Jing couldn't help but take a step back, to avoid accidentally stepping in it.

...

"Get out! You old scoundrel!" With Hei Jing's furious roar,

a hunched, stumbling figure emerged from underground. Old Man Gu said in a hoarse voice, "The Underworld truly loves to meddle. They're just a bunch of ants!"

"Heh heh! It's an honor to have the Underworld Marshal grace my humble abode with your presence."

"This Underworld Marshal also wishes for a vacation, but alas, there are always evil cultivators causing trouble!"

"Why don't you let me off, Underworld Marshal? The Underworld handles ghosts, but living people belong to the current Special Affairs Bureau." Old Man Gu stroked the Ghost Basket at his waist.

"Dream on!"

Hei Jing sneered, the wailing stick in his hand emitting wisps of cold air. "You evil cultivator, how dare you still call yourself 'human'?"

"Today, this lord will act on behalf of Heaven! I'll show you why flowers are so red!" With that, Hei Jing swung the wailing stick and lunged at Old Man Gu.

Old Man Gu tore off the basket containing the Ghost Nightmare and threw it towards Hei Jing.

Hei Jing dodged to the side, and the Ghost Basket smashed right into the temple wall behind him. The Ghost Nightmare inside immediately rushed out.

With bared fangs and brandished claws, and a ferocious expression, it charged directly at Hei Jing.

The wailing stick in Hei Jing's hand immediately danced with fierce power. For a moment, ghost shadows intertwined. The temple was filled with the wailing of Ghost Nightmares scurrying around with their heads in their hands—"Bip bip ba ba" sounds.

Old Man Gu saw that the Underworld Marshal was too fierce and seized the opportunity to use a Escape ( Escape, Escape) Escape Technique, attempting to burrow underground and flee.

But Bai Xuan, who was invisible nearby, had already detected his intention. His figure flashed, blocking his path.

"You can't escape! You old good-for-nothing!" Bai Xuan roared, and his life-reaping hook struck out like lightning.

With a " Sizzle" sound, Old Man Gu's human skin was forcibly torn open!

His true face was revealed before Bai Xuan.

Bai Xuan tilted his head to look, and it was a man who appeared to be about sixty years old, incredibly short, only about 1.2 meters tall.

He had a pointed mouth and thin cheeks, the very image of a sharp-chinned, monkey-faced individual.

Just as Old Man Gu shed his human skin, he couldn't help but cry out, "Damn it! This human skin artifact took me a full ten years to meticulously craft!"

"Using human skin as an artifact!"

"Hmph! As the saying goes, appearance is born from the heart, no wonder you look so unsightly, it's absolutely repulsive!"

Bai Xuan snorted coldly, then kicked fiercely at the white silk threads binding the coffins.

With several crisp " Click" sounds, the white silk threads instantly snapped into several pieces.

Bai Xuan lifted the foremost coffin, wielding it like a giant club, and smashed it hard towards Old Man Gu.

Old Man Gu didn't even have time to react before he was heavily slammed into the wall. Deeply embedded, as if fused with the wall, no one could pry him out with their hands.

After a while, Old Man Gu seemed to finally recover from the sudden heavy blow, his face full of bewilderment...

When he finally came to his senses and was about to open his mouth to speak, he found that all his teeth had instantly fallen out, leaving only a bright red gum exposed.

"Waaah... the Underworld is truly bullying people too much... Waaaaah... White Lotus Holy World... White Lotus Great Saint..." At this moment, Old Man Gu had become incoherent, only able to emit some mumbled whimpers.

Seeing Old Man Gu's miserable state, Bai Xuan really didn't want to use his life-reaping hook to pry him out; after all, he was too lazy to wash his artifact!

Hearing him still " quack quack..." squawking there, his disdainful gaze intensified. He thought for a moment and decided to hit him a few more times with the coffin, preparing to flatten him into a human pancake and just reap his soul to be done with it.

On the other side, Hei Jing was mercilessly abusing the Ghost Nightmare: "Evil-minded and still wanting a wife?"

"Stealing a girl's birthdate and time, you're really going too far!"

Hei Jing cursed and kicked incessantly; he had seen too many evil ghosts like this.

Their own conditions aren't great, yet they don't think about trying to be a good ghost and marry a ghost bride. They only know how to marry living people to absorb their vitality, and then refine them into evil artifacts to enhance their strength.

The Ghost Nightmare was kicked so relentlessly that it became disoriented, unable to distinguish directions. It finally managed to catch its breath.

Only then did it realize it couldn't win, and its mind finally cleared a little. It no longer dared to speak another word.

"Lord Underworld Marshal, please stop hitting me, I know I was wrong, it was that old geezer who made me harm people." The Ghost Nightmare hugged its head, squatting in the corner, trembling.

"You... you... nonsense! I raised you for decades... you ungrateful wretch..." Old Man Gu trembled with rage, his finger shakily pointing at the Ghost Nightmare.

"It's your fault! It's all your fault! I originally aspired to be a good ghost, but it's all because you, this damned old man, seduced me with beauty!" The Ghost Nightmare complained incessantly.

"Shameless evil ghost! If I hadn't been here, you would have long since been scattered, soul and body annihilated..." Old Man Gu angrily denounced, but before he could finish his sentence, his head suddenly tilted, and he had already stopped breathing. It was clear he had been angered to death by the Ghost Nightmare.

"Tsk tsk tsk! How fragile, so easily beaten." Bai Xuan clicked his tongue in disdain, casually tossing the coffin in his hand aside.

"Alright! Since the culprit is dead, let's work overtime tonight and continue the harsh interrogation."