Wang Yong was jumping and singing, his words mumbled and unclear. Shui Miao could roughly make out that it sounded like an ancient myth—Jiang Taigong bestowing divine titles, the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, tales of celestial soldiers and heavenly generals. She couldn’t help but wonder curiously: what did these stories have to do with exorcising ghosts and driving away evil spirits?
Seeing Wang Yong swinging his peach-wood sword left and right, Shui Miao quickly stepped back, moving to stand beside her grandfather. “Grandpa,” she whispered, “do you think all this jumping around will actually work?”
Shui Miao spoke without thinking. Her words were taboo, and Xiong Ying immediately frowned. “Don’t talk nonsense! You’re disrespecting the spirits! Do you want to die?”
Xiong Ying had never believed in ghosts or deities before, so this sudden change in attitude left Shui Miao completely puzzled. She glanced at her grandfather and, feeling confused, fell silent.
Inside the villa, Sun Jijun had hired over a dozen people to clean the house. Several women among them, seeing Wang Yong performing his ritual dance, rushed to the window to peek and giggle, pointing and whispering. But Sun Jijun stormed in, his face dark with anger, scolding them: “If you don’t want to earn money, just leave now!” The women were so frightened they immediately shut up and hurried back to work.
Sun Jihong approached Shui Miao, watching Wang Yong with great interest.
Shui Miao looked at Sun Jihong, noticing his cheerful mood, and casually asked, “Hey, did you find any drugs in that piece of clothing?”
“Drugs? What drugs?” Sun Jihong was taken aback, his expression instantly turning serious. “Don’t say such things. I’ve never touched drugs in my life. If someone overhears you, what will they think of me?”
He put on an air of upright morality, which left Shui Miao feeling awkward and out of place. She rubbed her nose, thinking to herself that it was her own fault for being too direct, not considering his feelings. She wanted to say a few more words to him, but before she could, Sun Jihong turned and walked into the villa, completely ignoring her.
“…”
What’s wrong with me?
Repeatedly hitting a wall made Shui Miao feel foolish and utterly confused.
“Hmph! All strange people. If you don’t want to talk to me, I don’t care either!”
Muttering to herself, Shui Miao turned around and leaned against the car, watching Wang Yong jump and sing from afar. After a while, she grew bored and quietly activated her Yin-Yang Five Elements Kung Fu, opening her Yin-Yang eyes to look around.
However, in broad daylight, it was hard to see the Five Elements energy, except for traces of Yin energy.
Even so, even at midday, the Yin energy was difficult to detect.
Not far away, near a sewer grate on the roadside, a faint black mist was spreading, resembling steam rising from the ground.
The color of this Yin energy was light, not as thick or dark as that of a vengeful spirit.
And yet, there wasn’t even a trace of black mist near the pond. Shui Miao couldn’t help but think: Dad (her godfather) is jumping and singing for nothing. Even if there were a vengeful spirit, it would have long retreated deep underground to sleep. Why would it be stupid enough to come out for you to catch? Looking at the villa, everything seemed normal, no strange colors or energies.
After scanning the surroundings, Shui Miao happened to glance at her grandfather—and suddenly noticed a faint black mist rising from his body. Within this mist were faint traces of other colors, barely noticeable, swirling around him without dispersing, growing denser and denser.
What was going on? Could this be her grandfather’s Yin-Yang Five Elements energy?
Shui Miao immediately became interested. She had never seen this before. Was her grandfather practicing his energy techniques at this moment, or had he been possessed by a vengeful spirit?
After thinking, Shui Miao decided it must be the former. After all, during the day, what vengeful spirit could possess her grandfather?
But her grandfather’s Yin-Yang Five Elements energy seemed to lean heavily toward Yin.
As Shui Miao was observing, Wang Yong took a pair of brass cymbals from a wooden box and struck them hard. With a loud “clash,” everyone was startled. Wang Yong sang a few lines, then struck the cymbals repeatedly—”clash, clash”—the sound was deafening, sending chills down people’s spines. Standing too close could even raise goosebumps.
But strangely, Shui Miao suddenly noticed a black mist rising from beneath the pond…
What the hell!
Seeing this, Shui Miao’s eyes widened. Could it be that the vengeful spirit was really sleeping just now?
The black mist grew thicker and began swirling violently beneath the pond, unable to escape.
“It must be the eight bronze statues, the red thread, or the talismans that are holding it!”
“I get it now…”
Suddenly excited, Shui Miao finally understood Wang Yong’s intentions. It turned out each of his steps had a purpose. It was just that his singing and dancing seemed unnecessary. After all, she hadn’t seen any gods or celestial soldiers summoned. If there really were deities present, wouldn’t she have seen them with her Yin-Yang eyes open?
She even specially looked up at the sky—it was a clear blue, not even a bird feather in sight.
The black mist writhed beneath the pond, finally starting to rise upward…
Wang Yong had been closely watching the pond when he suddenly noticed bubbles forming—black bubbles. At the same time, a foul stench began rising from the water. Seeing this, Wang Yong struck the cymbals three times in quick succession, grabbed the peach-wood sword, began chanting, and plunged the sword directly into the pond…
“Bang!”
Incredibly, the moment the sword pierced the pond, a dull explosion sounded. The water in the entire pond instantly began to boil. Black sewage and debris splashed in all directions, drenching Wang Yong. Ghostly winds began swirling wildly around the courtyard. The scene was shocking, as if Wang Yong had just speared a massive fish with his sword.
But the appearance of the ghostly winds was inexplicable.
At that moment, Sun Jihong and Sun Jijun were standing on the second-floor balcony, watching everything unfold from above.
“Ahh!”
Sun Jihong screamed. He saw a human-shaped black shadow violently writhing inside the pond!
Sun Jijun also turned pale with fear, quickly covering his younger brother’s mouth and pulling him back into the room.
Wang Yong pressed both hands on the peach-wood sword, shouting in terror, “Master, come help me! Dad! My dear Dad!!”
Wang Yong was terrified. Strictly speaking, this was his first time ever performing an exorcism—and now he had actually encountered a real ghost!
And this was still broad daylight! If the ghost was this powerful now, how terrifying would it be at night?
If he couldn’t kill the ghost now, would he even survive the night?
He was so frightened that he cried out for help from Xiong Ying, even calling him “Dad” in a desperate, embarrassing plea.
“Coming…”
In fact, Xiong Ying had been waiting for this moment. Suddenly, he dashed toward the pond…
Shui Miao saw the black mist around her grandfather’s body instantly concentrate into his hands, turning them pitch black, as if soaked in ink.
“Pa!”
Xiong Ying reached the edge of the pond, plunged his hand into the water, and his entire body began to tremble violently. At the same time, he roared loudly, “Demon! Your time is up! If you are willing to let go of your hatred, we might spare you this once. Otherwise, today will be the day your soul is destroyed forever!”
It felt as if he had grabbed someone, and that someone was desperately struggling beneath the water…
At that moment, Shui Miao suddenly noticed a massive surge of black mist rising from beneath the pond—endless, continuous!
“What the hell! This vengeful spirit must be incredibly powerful!”
“At this rate, even Grandpa and Dad won’t be able to defeat it!”
Realizing this, Shui Miao felt it was time for her to step in and help.
“I’m coming too!!”
Shouting loudly, Shui Miao rushed toward the pond as well…
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