88: Chapter 88 You Want Revenge?

Mass Grave.

Moonlight like water.

Wu Li landed on a stone pillar at the edge of the Mass Grave, his blood-red pupils scanning the gray-black Death Qi.

A moment later.

A red figure drifted out from a grave mound, slowly landing in front of him.

Su Wanyue manifested her ghost form. Her bright red wedding dress shimmered with an eerie red glow under the moonlight, the golden Phoenix on her skirt looking lifelike, and the Ghost Qi behind her condensing like silk.

Her aura was more than a notch stronger than half a month ago; her cultivation had reached the Middle Stage of the Yin Spirit Realm.

She had absorbed most of the residual power from Ghost General Ying Ci and those Ghost Soldiers.

Su Wanyue looked at Wu Li, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Why have you come?"

"Lord Tunming is about to make a move again."

Wu Li's voice was hoarse and flat.

Su Wanyue's expression changed slightly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes: "Then what should I do? Should I go seek protection from the Mountain Master?"

Wu Li sneered, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a trace of mockery: "And then you will rely on his protection for the rest of your life? Can you hide for a moment, can you hide for a lifetime?"

Su Wanyue froze for a moment, her brow furrowing: "What do you mean by that?"

Wu Li crouched on the stone pillar, his blood-red pupils staring at Su Wanyue, his voice turning cold: "I have a way to kill him directly."

Su Wanyue's eyes suddenly lit up, her voice hurried: "What way?"

Wu Li did not answer directly; he leaped from the stone pillar and landed in front of Su Wanyue, his pupils full of schemes.

"You also know that I am skilled at setting up Formations."

"Lord Tunming was wounded by Buddha light, his cultivation is unstable, and his soul is damaged."

"I need some items to set up a Formation specifically designed to suppress ghosts. I can find these items in the mountains."

"But at the very end, I will need a lure."

Su Wanyue's expression sank, a glimmer of realization flashing in her blood-red eyes: "A lure? Me?"

Wu Li did not speak, just quietly watching her.

The night wind blew...

The Death Qi over the Mass Grave surged slightly, the moonlight shining on both of them—one in red like blood, one with ink-black feathers like iron—and silence spread in the night wind.

Su Wanyue bit her lip, a struggle flashing in her blood-red eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

She spoke, her voice as cold as ice shards: "What do you need me to do?"

Wu Li did not respond immediately; he spread his wings and flew into mid-air, his blood-red pupils looking down at Su Wanyue.

"You will know when the time comes. I just came to give you a heads-up for now."

Saying this, he paused, his gaze sweeping over Su Wanyue.

"See if you can raise your cultivation another level, otherwise it might be very troublesome."

With those words, Wu Li turned and left, flying into the night sky.

Su Wanyue stood in place, looking up as Wu Li's figure disappeared into the night, her eyes full of confusion.

She did not know what trouble Wu Li was talking about, but she could feel that the look that crow gave her just now was not right.

Su Wanyue's heart sank slightly, but since Wu Li had already flown far away, she also turned and drifted back into the grave mound.

After Wu Li flew away from the Mass Grave, he did not rush back to the Stone Forest.

To deal with a ghost like Lord Tunming, he needed to prepare some things.

Formation Materials, Spirit Medicine, Talisman... these things were not in the mountains; the mountains only had Yao Beasts and spirit fruits.

He needed to go to the Immortal Market of the Human Race.

He could not enter the Longcheng Immortal Market, but since he could not enter, he could just find someone to enter for him.

Wu Li's figure soared in the sky, flying towards Qingshi Town.

...

Meanwhile, Qingshi Town.

The night was deep, and the Town Overseer's mansion was deathly silent.

The bright lights of the past were long gone; the documents in the study had not been touched for half a month, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the desk.

The locust tree in the courtyard was still there, but most of its leaves had fallen, its bare branches reaching toward the night sky, casting ferocious shadows under the moonlight.

In the backyard, the mourning hall.

White funeral banners fluttered gently in the night wind, and the candlelight flickered, making the interior of the mourning hall appear alternately bright and dark.

Two pitch-black coffins were placed side by side in the center of the mourning hall; the coffin lids were not closed, revealing two pale faces inside.

Town Overseer Zhang Danian, Liu Zhi.

One old and one young, one died inexplicably, the other died silently.

Zhang Huaiyuan sat on a meditation cushion in the corner of the mourning hall, his eyes hollow, staring at the two coffins, motionless.

His hair was messy, his face covered in stubble, his eye sockets deeply sunken, his cheekbones protruding high, and his robe was wrapped around him wrinkled like a broken sack.

He had been sitting here for half a month.

From the day the incident in Qingshi Town subsided, he had been sitting here, not eating or drinking, not sleeping or resting, just staring at the two coffins, staring at the faces of his father and his fiancée.

The body of his fiancée, Liu Zhi, was discovered in the wilderness outside the town, her clothes disheveled, her body covered in bruises, and the fear before death still remaining in her eyes.

His father, Town Overseer Zhang Danian, knew that this matter was definitely done by a Disciple of the Immortal Sect and reported it to Long City, but he was ambushed and killed on the way...

Liu Zhi's younger brother, Liu Ye, also relied on his youthful spirit and insisted on suing the Disciple of the Xuanyi Sect, only to be beaten to death on charges of stealing money, and thrown into the Mass Grave after his death.

At this moment.

Zhang Huaiyuan, whose family was once reunited, had overnight become a lone man, and the powerlessness of a Mortal against an Immortal Sect was displayed vividly at this moment.

Zhang Huaiyuan's gaze fell on Liu Zhi's face, that face that was once gentle and virtuous, now pale as paper, lips purple, eyes tightly closed, like a flower ravaged by wind and rain.

His Adam's apple rolled, his eye sockets turned red, but there were no tears.

The tears had already run dry; his nails dug into his palms, and blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.

But he could not feel the pain.

What he felt was hatred, hatred deep into his marrow.

"Father, Zhi'er, I will not let you die in vain."

Zhang Huaiyuan's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"Interesting."

Just at this moment.

On the tree canopy of the Town Overseer's mansion, Wu Li happened to see this scene.

'Just when I was feeling sleepy, someone handed me a pillow...'

Thinking of this.

Wu Li had already condensed his voice with Demon Power.

"Do you want revenge?"

A hoarse voice came instantly.

The pupils of Zhang Huaiyuan in the mourning hall shrank sharply, and he stood up abruptly, his gaze scanning every corner of the mourning hall.

Funeral banners, coffins, candles, walls, roof—nothing.

"Who? Who is it!"

"Come out!"

Zhang Huaiyuan's voice was hoarse, carrying the madness suppressed for half a month.

Before the words fell, in the night wind outside the mourning hall, a mass of black mist condensed silently.

The mist surged, gradually outlining a human shape.

Using the Technique of Refining Form and catalyzed by Demon Power, Wu Li transformed into a black-robed figure wrapped in black Qi with no visible facial features, appearing before Zhang Huaiyuan.

Zhang Huaiyuan's pupils shrank sharply, and he subconsciously took a step back, bumping into the coffin.

He stared fixedly at the black shadow at the door, reaching for his waist—it was empty.

His iron ruler had long since been lost somewhere; his hand froze in mid-air, clenching into a fist, knuckles white, his voice hoarse and tense: "You... what are you?"