Great Battle

Bang! Wang Heng's entire body was sent flying backward!

I froze for a moment before realizing Wang Heng had lunged at me, the one with the heaviest yin energy, only to be swatted away by Xijun.

Xijun, I don't know where she got the strength from, but she actually managed to send his nearly 170-pound body flying.

This scene jolted Wang Cheng and Lin Feiyu back to their senses.

"There's no other way, if you guys can't handle it, I'll have to open fire... We can't let him leave the morgue, or people outside will definitely die, one or two of them. I can't bear that responsibility!" It wasn't that hot, but Huo Dadong was sweating all over his face, his gun already loaded.

"Brother Wang, I have to go all out too, or none of us will get out. Xia Zi, you cover me, don't let it sneak attack me!" Lin Feiyu gritted his teeth, squatted down, and took out a stack of rusty nails and a scalpel from the safe.

I couldn't understand what Lin Feiyu was trying to do, but now wasn't the time to ask. I could only command, "Xijun, keep blocking it, don't let it get close to us!"

Xijun roared like a ferocious beast, just like the first time she attacked me. She stared intently at Wang Heng, who had climbed up after crashing into the corpse storage cabinet, and her slender hand shot out like a bamboo pole!

Bang!

Wang Heng's entire chest cavity was pierced. However, the fierce ghost inside him also crawled out. It was covered in black and red, and wisps of yin energy emanated from it, coiling around Xijun in a strange posture.

Xijun wasn't a fierce ghost specializing in combat from the start. The power she used was perhaps excessive, and after being entangled, her soul form began to appear unstable. If even she were to disappear, I really didn't know how I would face my deceased Grandma.

I immediately looked at Lin Feiyu and Wang Cheng, "Still not ready?!"

"Ready!" Lin Feiyu wiped his scalpel across his middle finger, opening a large gash. Blood splattered all over the nails. "Wang Cheng! Aren't you going to bring out your gear! Aren't you afraid that Xia Zi and I will be finished! It's only natural for a father to beat his son!"

"Your grandma's! What are you yelling about! He's not your son! Ah Dong! Bring me the dog blood I prepared!" Wang Cheng roared, then fumbled in his coat and pulled out a red whip. With a flick of the whip, it made an incredibly crisp crackling sound.

Wang Dong, whose body had been trembling, had gone limp, but with his father's roar, he came back to his senses. He scrambled out the door, opened it, and ran back in with a bucket of dog blood. "Dad! The blood is here! What do we do?"

"Splash me!" Wang Cheng roared, then closed his eyes!

Wang Dong didn't say another word and splashed the entire bucket of dog blood out!

With a splash, the dog blood drenched Lin Feiyu's head and face. Lin Feiyu was in the middle of a ritual, and this splash disrupted it. He immediately cursed without regard for anything, "Damn you, you idiot! Just splash your own dad, why are you splashing Uncle Lin!"

"Uncle! I didn't do it on purpose!" Who told you two to stand so close? Wang Dong was so scared that tears streamed down his face.

Wang Cheng was also taken aback, but this didn't stop him. He looked at the dog blood on the ground that hadn't dried yet, immediately picked up his whip, and whipped the ground. Then, without caring if it was dirty, he rolled on the ground, covering himself in blood. "First, summon the spirits and dye them with blood!"

"Second, strike down life, extinguish three souls!" Wang Cheng let out a strange cry and flicked his whip upward, carrying the bloodstains from the ground and forming a line that shot towards the fierce ghost!

With a crack, the fierce ghost writhed in pain as it was hit by the whip! I secretly thought, this old man Wang is capable, why didn't he use this move sooner!

"Third, whip and seal the coffin, crack the white bones!" Wang Cheng whipped downward again, and with another crack, the fierce ghost was severely injured as if struck.

"Fourth, entwine the thunder, extinguish the seven souls!" With the last whip, he entangled the fierce ghost. The fierce ghost let out a roar and struggled incessantly!

"Lin Feiyu! Are you going to do it or not!? How long can I hold it back!" Wang Cheng yelled loudly!

"Your grandma's! It's all because of your brat! My supplies are ruined!" Lin Feiyu threw away the rusty coffin nail and, grumbling, went back to the safe to find something else.

Seeing the critical situation, I recalled Xijun. Just as Lin Feiyu took out a scalpel from the safe, I snatched it. Lin Feiyu was furious: Why is someone always going against me today?

I ignored Old Man Lin, gritted my teeth, and cut my middle finger. I quickly drew a diamond-shaped curse symbol on Xijun's forehead, with the last stroke going straight into her mouth!

This was a method to forcefully transfer my vital essence to the fierce ghost I was raising. Although the effect wasn't very significant according to the book, in this situation, I was desperate to try anything.

Xijun's eyes immediately turned red, and her hair seemed to explode and float in the air. Then, like she was injected with adrenaline, she pounced on the entangled fierce ghost!

After a fierce tearing by Xijun, the fierce ghost, which had almost completely broken free from Wang Heng's body, had a part of its soul body eaten away!

Wang Cheng hastily retracted his whip, while Xijun, as if in a frenzy, devoured the black ghost. Soon, it was completely eaten!

When Xijun stood up, her soul form was much clearer. It seemed that eating such a powerful ghost had significantly improved her abilities.

However, her eyes were still blood red, and she was ominously eyeing everyone except me. Her lifeless black pupils made Wang Cheng and Lin Feiyu break out in a cold sweat, both thinking that they had just driven away a wolf only to have a tiger appear.

Huo Dadong's hand holding the pistol trembled. "Brother... can you... still control her?"

"Curse broken!" I quickly drew a curse-breaking mark on Xijun's head and took out the soul urn to seal her back in.

The soul urn in my hand felt hot. As I was about to figure out what was going on, with a pat, a thin crack appeared on the urn.

The soul urn could no longer contain Xijun.

The fiercer the fierce ghost, the more complex the curse inscriptions drawn on the soul urn used to seal it, and the more precious the materials used.

I couldn't care about that anymore. I took out a Soul Sealing Talisman and wrapped it around the urn, then tied them together with the red lucky money string I got from the Zhao Family yesterday.

After doing all this, I finally put the soul urn back in my pocket.

"I still have some things to attend to. You two elders and Captain Huo can handle the rest. I won't be staying." I was worried about the soul urn causing problems here. If something happened to me, everyone here would be in danger, so I was the first to propose leaving.

"Mm, that's fine. You and Xiao Han should go first. We'll be fine here," Lin Feiyu also saw that my soul urn had a problem, so he nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Han, you've been through a scare. Go back first. I'll make up for your leave later." Huo Dadong also wanted to leave, but he was on duty, so he couldn't. He politely took the documents from Han Shanshan's hand.

Wang Cheng cupped his hands towards me as a gesture of thanks. He didn't say anything else to me but went to look at his son's body.

Wang Heng's corpse had a bloody hole in its chest, and the blood flowing out was black. The morgue was also a mess. Fortunately, although people outside heard the sounds of fighting from inside, no one dared to come in at this time.

Han Shanshan seemed to have been affected by the yin energy and was now numb all over. Just as she tried to stand up, she collapsed back to the ground.

Helplessly, I had to drag her up. "See? You're quite capable, but you didn't even get to draw your gun."

"Heh, I figured you were here," Han Shanshan said, not admitting defeat, her eyelids almost closing.

She was quite tall, and I estimated she weighed at least a hundred pounds. With her arm slung over my shoulder, she was quite heavy.

After I went out, I closed the door, and only then did the two detectives dare to come over to meet me.

Seeing us come out looking so miserable, the thugs outside were all deathly pale. They could tell without even thinking that something incredible must have happened inside.

I didn't have time to deal with them, so I hailed a taxi and took Han Shanshan back to the police station.

At the station, Zhao Xi and Ren Yun were nowhere to be seen. I figured they were busy working their connections. Zhao Qian had already finished giving her statement and was sitting on a bench in the hallway waiting for me.

I looked at her battered state and knew the situation hadn't improved. "You should come back with me for now," I said. "Your brother's situation can't be resolved quickly. You haven't slept for a day and a night, and you just came from the hospital. Staying up like this won't help. The Wang family is also in chaos. Their children are crying their eyes out at the morgue, which is quite tragic."

Hearing me speak, tears just streamed down Qian's face. She glanced at the temporary holding area for Zhao He and then silently stood up.

I took her back to the car. In the car, Han Shanshan had already fallen asleep. I told Zhao Qian the whole story along the way.

When we arrived at the apartment complex, Han Shanshan was still fast asleep. I called her a few times, but she seemed to be having a good dream and almost hit me.

At Zhao Qian's suggestion, I had no choice but to carry her into Zhao Qian's bedroom and let them sleep together.

After comforting Zhao Qian a bit and agreeing to go back to the Zhao family village with her tonight to keep vigil for Old Man Zhao, I returned to the study alone and took out the soul urn.

Seeing that the soul urn showed no signs of further cracking, I felt a little relieved and called Xijun out. Xijun had returned to normal and kept trying to hug me when she saw me.

I put my hand on her shoulder and made her sit down. I carefully examined the mark I had just drawn on her forehead and found it had disappeared. The heavy weight in my heart finally lifted.

It seemed her earlier desire to attack living people was just a primal reaction, not a mutation caused by consuming a fierce ghost.

However, I couldn't ignore the cracking of the soul urn. I decided to go to the antique street in the market while Zhao Qian and Han Shanshan were sleeping. Perhaps I could find good materials for a soul urn there. I also needed to buy some cinnabar pens, spirit money, and talisman paper.

After today's big battle, I deeply understood that I couldn't rely solely on Xijun to fight alone. I needed to arm myself properly. Even though my talisman-drawing skills weren't as good as Layman Shengyun's, I felt it was necessary to cram a bit for the time being.

Knock knock.

"Tian Ge! You're back?"

It was Yu Xiao Xue. I called Xijun back into the soul urn and opened the door.

"Tian Ge, I want to go to the market. Sister Qian Qian's clothes are a bit big," Yu Xiao Xue said, showing me the dress and skirt Zhao Qian had given her.

It was a dark green dress that really showed off her figure. Judging by the price, it was not cheap. I thought it was quite suitable. If Zhao Qian wore it, it would undoubtedly look amazing, but the style really didn't suit Yu Xiao Xue.

After all, Zhao Qian's style was a bit Western, and Yu Xiao Xue was still a high school student. It would be more appropriate for her to wear something livelier.

"Sure, I happen to be going to the market to buy some things too. I'll give you a ride," I agreed readily and took her to the garage to get the car.