Slaying the Yin Soul

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

After a long while, Shopkeeper Li's icy voice finally came through.

Zhang Lin fell silent for a moment, tightening his grip on the short blade. His expression turned unpleasant.

Why had Old Li come over here instead of sleeping in the middle of the night? Was he planning to eat him now?

He was panicking.

He still remembered the fight between those black-clad men last night as clearly as if it had happened before his eyes. That was absolutely not skill an ordinary person could possess!

Zhang Lin knew they were experts of the so-called Immortal Cultivation Path.

But on second thought, it seemed impossible.

If they were ready to tear off all pretenses, why be so polite?

Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly shuddered and clapped a hand over his mouth, cold sweat pouring down his face.

No, this was a freaking bizarre world!

Nothing bizarre had ever happened to him before, to the point that he had nearly forgotten where he was!

Shopkeeper Li's group were not the only ones who wanted to eat him. There were other filthy things too!

If something called your name at midnight, it was either stealing lovers or stealing souls. You must not answer!

"Fuck!"

Zhang Lin's heart nearly leaped into his throat. He stared straight at the door, ready to fight for his life at any moment!

The shadow outside waited for a while. When it found no response, it slowly retreated.

Zhang Lin let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and leaned against the wall again.

"Little piglet, I'm here!"

The voice suddenly rang out again. A head squeezed through the crack in the door, an utterly hair-raising sight!

"Damn it!"

Then came the sound of grinding teeth as a black shadow gradually crawled inside.

"Fuck, what kind of shoddy construction is this? The gap in the door is so huge!"

Zhang Lin sucked in a cold breath. His right hand clenched the short blade as he sprang from the bed and fixed his gaze on the black shadow.

"What bullshit about being safe if you don't answer? Rumors are all freaking lies!"

He cursed inwardly as his entire body tensed.

"What the hell are you? Not sleeping in the middle of the night—screw your sister!"

Zhang Lin shouted loudly to bolster his own courage, hoping to draw Shopkeeper Li's attention as well.

He was Tang Monk's flesh. There was no way Shopkeeper Li would let someone else get the benefit.

Across from him stood a humanoid shadow. Its hair hung loose and disheveled, obscuring its face. It floated in the air, blood dripping continuously beneath its feet, its entire body radiating a cold, sinister aura.

It was clearly some kind of yin entity!

A pair of blood-red eyes locked onto Zhang Lin, and it lunged at him in an instant.

Zhang Lin lightly stabbed himself in the butt to stop himself from trembling.

Then he swung his blade, but cut only air. He quickly twisted aside, smashed through the window in passing, and landed in the courtyard.

He glanced toward Shopkeeper Li's room, but there was no movement at all.

But how was that possible? The commotion was so loud it was practically tearing the Household apart!

His heart lurched, and he raised his voice to shout, "Help! Shopkeeper Li!"

At that moment, the Yin Soul floated out as well. It looked at Zhang Lin with repeated cold sneers, directly releasing a wave of yin energy.

Very quickly, Zhang Lin felt his whole body become bound, unable to move at all.

The Yin Soul raised a hand, and Zhang Lin felt an invisible force seize his throat. He hurriedly stiffened his neck.

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

Moreover, that yin energy could not enter Zhang Lin's body at all.

Zhang Lin thought he was about to be strangled to death. He widened his eyes and waited for ages, but there was no follow-up at all!

"That's it? Didn't you eat?" Zhang Lin looked utterly baffled.

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The Yin Soul had not expected Zhang Lin's neck to be so tough that it could not squeeze down.

After all, when it had encountered ordinary people before, even sturdy middle-aged men would be strangled until they suffocated, foamed at the mouth, and rolled back their eyes. That was normal.

What the hell was this thing?

The Yin Soul and Zhang Lin stared at each other wide-eyed, both stunned for a moment.

Very soon, it exerted force again, trying to strangle the youth before it to death, yet it still could not harm Zhang Lin in the slightest.

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The Yin Soul flew into a rage and opened its blood basin of a mouth toward Zhang You.

Zhang You felt a powerful suction force descend upon him, and before long, he had the sensation that his soul was leaving his body.

"Fuck!"

Then dense masses of blood-red hair shot out of the darkness, instantly wrapping him into a rice dumpling.

He quickly felt an immense suppressive force. The long hair had already cut into his skin and began slowly tightening, drawing ever tighter.

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

If he could not break free, he would definitely be crushed into a lump!

A powerful sense of crisis surged into his heart, and he forced himself to calm down.

At that moment, the sensation of his soul being torn apart caused him unbearable pain.

"This is bad!"

He hurriedly mobilized all the strength in his body, intending to first snap the hair around him.

Physical attacks were the deadliest indeed; ghosts did not lie!

Sensing Zhang You's current state, the Yin Soul relaxed considerably.

This Yin Soul wanted to kill two birds with one stone, taking both his soul and his flesh.

Zhang You panicked. He had already used every ounce of strength he had, his face turning the color of pig liver, but it seemed to be completely useless.

Before long, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and then he felt his consciousness begin to blur.

At the critical moment when a thousand pounds hung by a single hair, inspiration flashed. Red light flowed through his body, and his soul was instantly dragged back.

Then he heard his heart pounding powerfully. The blood throughout his body began to circulate at high speed, his flesh gradually turning red as vast qi and blood burst from his body.

The hair around him snapped apart in an instant and scattered across the ground.

Zhang You's mind went blank. He took a long breath, expelling a thick cloud of white mist, while the blade in his hand also emitted a faint red glow.

Giving the Yin Soul no chance, he kicked off the ground and shot forward. His body flashed, and he brought his blade down in a single slash.

"Ah..."

A miserable cry rang out. The Yin Soul was split in two and immediately evaporated by two currents of qi and blood, vanishing between heaven and earth.

At that moment, an even clearer and denser stream of blue-white energy than before entered his body.

Then Zhang You spat out blood and collapsed to the ground, instantly becoming much more listless.

He only felt weak all over, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Shopkeeper Li isn't here?"

Ever since he had settled here, Shopkeeper Li had repeatedly warned Zhang You not to approach his room.

"Shopkeeper... is the shopkeeper in?"

After considering it again and again, he slowly walked over and knocked gently on the door.

"He really isn't home! Could it be..."

He knocked a few more times, confirming his suspicion.

He recalled the black shadow that had flashed past before the Yin Soul appeared.

Gritting his teeth, he shoved the door. It was unlocked!

"Creak..."

The door opened, and a bone-piercing chill poured out, carrying a faint trace of blood.

"Shopkeeper..."

Taking a deep breath, he slowly poked his head inside and spoke softly.

After entering the room, he discovered that it was completely empty.

The room was much larger than Zhang You's. Books were scattered everywhere, along with scraps of paper covered in messy drawings of unknown symbols.

A white towel lay on the table, but it was stained with red grime.

Moonlight streamed in, and apart from coldness, there was only coldness.

It looked as though the place had not been cleaned in a long time.

Zhang You swept his gaze around, pulled his clothes tighter, walked out of the room, and quietly shut the door.

After returning to his own room, he first found a wooden board and used it to block the window.

Then he shut the door, sat in a chair, and poured himself a cup of hot tea, intending to steady his nerves first.

Just as he was about to sort out his thoughts, he realized he had forgotten to examine his own condition.

Suddenly, a powerful tearing sensation came from his body. That familiar feeling returned!

Soon, marrow-deep agony spread throughout his entire body. The blood within him flowed faster and faster, and his heart felt as though it were about to leap from his chest.

His whole body turned red. He fell straight to the floor, convulsing all over and gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.

He knew this feeling well. It was Great Body Tempering!

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