Slaying Yin Souls

"Little Zhang, are you asleep? It's me!"

After a long pause, Shopkeeper Li's cold voice finally came through.

Zhang Ling remained silent for a moment, tightening his grip on the short saber in his hand, his expression turning grim.

Why was Old Li not sleeping this late at night and coming to his place? Was he planning to eat him right now?

He was terrified!

He clearly remembered the encounter with the men in black last night; their skills were far beyond those of ordinary people!

Zhang Ling knew they were what were called cultivation experts.

But thinking about it carefully, it seemed impossible.

If they were ready to drop all pretense, why would they be so polite?

Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly shivered, covered his mouth, and broke out in a cold sweat.

No! This goddamn world is weird!

Nothing strange had ever happened to him before, making him almost forget where he was!

Shopkeeper Li's group wasn't the only one who wanted to eat him; there were other dirty things too!

If someone calls your name in the middle of the night, they're either there to steal your spouse or your soul – don't answer!

"Damn it!"

Zhang Ling's heart was pounding in his chest. He stared fixedly at the doorway, ready to fight for his life at any moment!

The shadow outside waited for a while, and when it heard no sound, it slowly retreated.

Zhang Ling let out a long sigh of relief, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and leaned against the wall again.

"Little piglet, I'm here!"

Suddenly, the voice came again, and a head poked through the gap in the door, looking quite creepy!

"Damn it!"

Then came the sound of grinding teeth, and a dark figure slowly squeezed its way in.

"Damn, what kind of shoddy construction, such a wide gap in the door!"

Zhang Ling gasped, his right hand gripping the short saber tightly. He leaped off the bed, staring intently at the dark figure.

"Bullshit that it's okay if you don't respond, all those rumors are lies!"

He cursed inwardly, his entire body tensing up.

"What the hell are you? Not sleeping in the middle of the night, damn your ancestors!"

Zhang Ling shouted loudly to boost his own morale, hoping to attract Shopkeeper Li's attention.

He was like Tang Sanzang's flesh; Shopkeeper Li wouldn't let anyone else have him.

The figure opposite him was humanoid and black, with disheveled hair that obscured its face. It floated in the air, with blood dripping from its feet, exuding a chilling aura.

Clearly, it was some kind of Yin entity!

A pair of blood-red eyes fixed on Zhang Ling, and it lunged forward instantly.

Zhang Ling lightly pinched his own butt to stop himself from trembling.

Then he swung his saber, but it cut through empty air. He quickly dodged to the side, crashing through the window and landing in the courtyard.

He glanced towards Shopkeeper Li's place, but there was no reaction.

But how could that be? His shouting had been so loud, he was practically tearing the place down!

His heart sank. He opened his mouth and yelled, "Help, Shopkeeper Li!"

At this moment, the Yin Soul drifted out, looking at Zhang Ling, sneering repeatedly as a wave of Yin energy spread out directly.

Soon, Zhang Ling felt his whole body restrained, unable to move.

The Yin Soul raised its hand, and Zhang Ling felt an invisible force gripping his neck. He stiffened.

Neither he nor the Yin Soul noticed, but a flash of red light zipped past his neck.

Moreover, this Yin energy couldn't even penetrate Zhang Ling's body.

Zhang Ling thought he was going to be strangled to death. He stared with wide eyes, waiting for a long time, but nothing else happened!

"That's it? Didn't eat?" Zhang Ling was completely bewildered.

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the Yin Soul hadn't expected Zhang Ling's neck to be so tough, that it couldn't be choked.

In its experience, ordinary people it encountered, even middle-aged strong men, would usually be gasping for breath, foaming at the mouth, and rolling their eyes, let alone being choked until they suffocated.

What on earth was this thing?

The Yin Soul and Zhang Ling stared at each other, frozen for a moment.

Soon, it exerted more force, trying to strangle the youth before it, but still couldn't harm Zhang Ling in the slightest.

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The Yin Soul became enraged and opened its bloody maw towards Zhang You.

Zhang You felt a powerful suction force, and soon had the sensation of his soul leaving his body.

"Damn it!"

Then, dense strands of blood-red hair shot out from the darkness, instantly wrapping him up like a mummy.

He quickly felt an immense pressure. The hair had already penetrated his skin and began to contract, tightening with every passing moment.

Zhang You was curled into a ball, and even his bones began to creak.

If he couldn't break free, he was definitely going to end up as a pulp!

A strong sense of crisis washed over him, and he forced himself to calm down.

At this moment, the feeling of his soul being torn apart caused him extreme pain.

"This is big trouble!"

He hurriedly mobilized all his strength, wanting to first snap the surrounding hair.

Physical attacks, the most fatal, truly live up to their reputation!

The Yin Soul felt Zhang You's predicament and felt somewhat relieved.

This Yin Soul wanted to attack from two fronts, taking both soul and body.

Zhang You was in a panic, using all the strength he had, his face turning a liverish color, but it seemed to be utterly useless.

Before long, blood began to stream from his seven facial orifices, and his consciousness started to blur.

At the critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck him. A red light flowed through his body, and his soul was instantly pulled back.

Then he heard the powerful beat of his heart, his blood flowed rapidly throughout his body, his physique gradually turned crimson, and a surge of potent qi and blood erupted from him.

The surrounding hair instantly snapped, scattering on the ground.

Zhang You's mind went blank, and he let out a long breath. A thick white mist sprayed out, and at this moment, the knife in his hand also emitted a faint red glow.

Seizing the opportunity, he pushed off the ground with his feet, instantly launching forward. His figure flashed, and he slashed down with his knife.

"Ah..."

A miserable cry rang out. The Yin Soul was split in two and instantly evaporated by two streams of blood qi, dissipating into the heavens and earth.

At this moment, a blue and white energy, clearer and more potent than before, drilled into his body.

Then Zhang You coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the ground, instantly weakened.

He felt completely drained and it took him a long time to recover.

"Shopkeeper Li isn't here?"

Ever since he settled here, Shopkeeper Li had repeatedly instructed him not to go near his room.

"Shopkeeper... is the shopkeeper home?"

After much deliberation, he slowly walked over and gently knocked on the door.

"He's really not home! Could it be..."

He knocked a few more times, confirming his suspicion.

He recalled the fleeting black shadow he'd seen before the Yin Soul appeared.

Steeling himself, he pushed the door. It wasn't locked!

"Creak..."

The door opened, and a bone-chilling coldness emanated from within, along with a faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood.

"Shopkeeper..."

Taking a deep breath, he slowly poked his head in, speaking in a hushed tone.

Upon entering the room, he found it empty.

The room was much larger than Zhang You's. Books were scattered all over the floor, along with some scraps of paper covered in randomly drawn, unknown symbols.

On the table lay a white towel, but it was stained with some red, dirty smudges.

Moonlight streamed in, bringing nothing but an eerie chill.

It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

Zhang You scanned the room, tightened his clothes, and walked out, quietly closing the door.

Back in his own room, he first grabbed a wooden board and boarded up the window.

Then, he closed the door, sat on his chair, poured a cup of hot tea, wanting to calm his nerves.

Just as he was about to organize his thoughts, he forgot to check his own condition.

Suddenly, a violent tearing sensation erupted from his body, and the familiar feeling returned!

Soon, a pain that penetrated to the bone spread throughout his body. The blood in his veins flowed faster and faster, and his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.

His entire body turned red, and he collapsed onto the ground, convulsing. Gritting his teeth, he suppressed any cries.

He was very familiar with this feeling; it was Great Body Tempering!

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