Chapter 202: What the Hell Is This

The ghost of Long Wuyeh appeared somewhat blurred.

Under normal circumstances, right after death, a soul is very weak, completely devoid of memory, merely an invisible and intangible wisp of yin energy.

However, Long Wuyeh had mastered the sinister art of ghost蛊 (guǐ gǔ), making the situation entirely different.

Ghost Gu is an extremely unique and sinister technique, one that ordinary people cannot withstand.

Long Wuyeh gathered corpses, absorbing the decaying energy from the dead each day, using his martial arts to store this corpse energy within his body. As the corpse energy accumulated, his complexion grew darker than that of an ordinary person. When the corpse energy reached a certain level, upon his death, his ghostly soul would swiftly grow stronger, fueled by the existing corpse energy within him. A practitioner of ghost蛊 who reaches the pinnacle of this sinister art can, at the very moment their breath ceases, instantly transform their soul into a vengeful ghost.

The origin of Ghost Gu lies in the fact that witches, who had committed numerous evil deeds during their lives, caused the souls of their victims to gather together and refuse to disperse, waiting for the precise moment when the witch would die. At that moment, the assembled ghosts would surge forward to devour the witch’s soul as it separated from the physical body. To prevent their souls from being consumed, witches began cultivating Ghost Gu in advance. Once they died, their souls would immediately grow stronger, making them more than capable of overpowering ordinary ghosts.

Thus, ghost蛊 became the safeguard that allowed witches to commit atrocities without restraint.

However, Long Wuyeh had not cultivated his ghostly arts to a sufficiently advanced level, so he did not become a terrifying vengeful spirit. At present, he was only slightly stronger than an ordinary ghost.

As soon as he regained his memories, he hurriedly sought out Shui Miao.

Originally, he had planned to come a few days later.

But when he noticed Shui Miao alone by the riverbank, cold, hungry, and with weakened yang energy, he assumed that Shui Miao’s body was extremely weak and that an opportunity had presented itself. Thus, he appeared deliberately, hoping to possess Shui Miao immediately and take revenge.

However, what unsettled him was that Shui Miao wore a smiling expression, clearly unafraid.

“You’ve got quite some nerve. What exactly are you relying on?” Long Wuyeh’s soul dared not act recklessly.

Upon hearing this, Shui Miao’s heart stirred, realizing that Long Wuyeh was actually afraid. He then deliberately feigned weakness and said, “Because I’ve studied Taoist practices, and I’m not afraid of ghosts like you who’ve just died. What can you do about it, huh?”

Shui Miao smiled smugly, giving off an impression of ignorance and foolishness.

“Is that so?”

A trace of smugness appeared on Long Wuyeh’s ghostly face.

The next moment, he advanced menacingly toward Shui Miao…

Shui Miao feigned surprise and fear, saying, “What are you doing? I’m a young guy, full of yang energy! Ah! You’re not afraid of dying, are you… Don’t…” Before Shui Miao could finish speaking, he saw Long Wuyeh’s ghostly form transform into a black mist, rushing straight into his seven orifices. A wave of coldness surged through him, as if he had fallen into an icy cave, feeling extremely uncomfortable. However, it didn’t last long. When the ghost’s yin energy touched the seal at his dantian, Shui Miao instantly felt a jolt throughout his entire body, and all discomfort quickly vanished.

Long Wuyeh’s ghost was thus effortlessly destroyed.

“What treachery! What treachery!!”

Dozens of meters away, beneath the bushes, the black snake demon stared in shock as Shui Miao sat cross-legged, while Long Wuyeh’s ghost had completely vanished from this world.

Behind the black snake demon, the white-robed female ghost calmly said, “This kid is very clever. You’d better not act rashly. If you mess up my master’s plans, she will definitely not forgive you.”

Earlier in the fight, the white-robed ghost and the black snake demon had been evenly matched.

In reality, however, the black snake demon was far more powerful than the white-robed ghost. He had merely been cautious of the thousand-year-old white snake spirit, Madame Bai, and thus dared not harm Bai Feng.

After some commotion, the ghost and demon instead began secretly watching Shui Miao from a distance.

“My master’s plans? What plans? Can I get a share of the benefits too?” The black snake demon’s eyes flickered as he quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Bai Feng cast a disdainful glance at the black snake demon and said, “With your ugly looks, it’s already lucky my master doesn’t kill you. You still want benefits? You’re just as bad as that brat.”

“Tsk, we call that being smart,” the black snake demon retorted with equal disdain. “If you don’t give me any benefits, I won’t play with you anymore. Let’s see how proud you can be then.” Saying this, the black snake demon’s soul returned to its body and slithered away.

Seeing this, Bai Feng sneered coldly, muttering to herself, “What nonsense. As if I invited you here. Not playing with me anymore? Since when have I ever cared about your company? Honestly…”

Shui Miao sat cross-legged for another twenty minutes, and when neither Bai Feng nor the black snake demon returned, he felt bored and stood up to look around. After watching for a while, he turned and left, determined to clarify things with his little wife first, and then travel far and wide in search of ghosts, monsters, and evil spirits, using his body to fight them in order to lift the seal as soon as possible.

Shui Miao walked northward and, when he reached Zhang Ling’s house, found it dark and lifeless. He then made his way toward the village. After walking for about ten minutes, he saw his little wife running toward him, but behind her was a suspicious-looking man.

A pervert?

Shui Miao immediately thought of a rapist. Without hesitation, he grabbed a stone from the ground and rushed toward his wife.

However, he hadn’t run far when he realized the pervert wasn’t alone—he was one of three.

In such darkness, without his spiritual powers, how could he possibly fight three men at once?

Shui Miao hesitated for a moment but decided it didn’t matter—he had to protect his wife. He shouted loudly, “I’m a cop! What are you doing?”

This trick usually worked well in big cities.

But out here, it was completely ineffective.

In these remote mountainous areas, where would a cop come from?

Nonetheless, his wife recognized Shui Miao’s voice and immediately cried out, “Help! Help me!”

“I’ll crush you!”

Shui Miao swung the stone toward the three men, not caring whether he hit them or not, continuing to throw stones.

“Damn it, kill him!”

The three hooligans weren’t hit but were instead provoked by Shui Miao. They charged at him with knives in hand.

Knives!

Seeing the knives, Shui Miao was startled. He wasn’t afraid of ghosts or monsters, but knives were another matter.

He quickly grabbed his wife’s hand and ran, shouting for help as they fled. However, this area was remote and uninhabited, and even if there were houses nearby, no one would dare come out in the dead of night. To his frustration, his wife tripped and sprained her ankle while running, leaving Shui Miao helplessly watching as the three thugs approached.

“Hmph! Brat, now where do you think you’re going?”

“Get on your knees, or we’ll cut both of you to death!”

“Quickly kneel down! You’re asking for death, you bastard…”

One thug kicked Shui Miao, sending him crashing to the ground.

If it had been just one thug, Shui Miao would have resisted. But against three, he couldn’t afford to act recklessly. After falling, he used his hand to feel behind him, hoping to find a stone to throw at one of them first. However, after a few attempts, he didn’t find any stones. Instead, he touched something soft, cold, and squishy…

“What the hell is this thing?”

Startled, Shui Miao quickly dodged sideways.