Reinforcements

Old Man Zhao had become a fierce ghost. He glanced at me, noticed my heavy Yin energy, and immediately lunged at me!

Xijun didn't let him get close, flying over to grapple with him. At the first contact, she had Old Man Zhao so badly injured that his soul was almost scattered. She even wanted to swallow him whole. In my desperation, I called out for her to stop. That was Zhao Qian's grandfather; I couldn't be too ruthless, could I?

Xijun was very reluctant, but since Old Man Zhao had only recently become a fierce ghost, his strength was truly too weak, not even enough to fill the gaps between her teeth. She didn't absolutely have to eat him, so she clutched Old Man Zhao's neck and wouldn't let go. [Burning^Text^Library]

Old Man Zhao's entire body couldn't maintain its original form; he was just like a wisp of smoke, constantly struggling.

Having Xijun twist him wasn't a good solution. If we encountered other enemies, it would be troublesome. I opened the car door and checked the trunk for an umbrella to collect Old Man Zhao's soul. I searched everywhere but found nothing, so I had to give up.

Bang bang!

Two more gunshots. I didn't know what was happening in the manor.

Xijun released Old Man Zhao. Old Man Zhao resumed his spectral form, but he no longer dared to lunge at me and began to drift towards the manor.

I hung up the phone call from Lei Qing, started the car, reversed, and then floored the accelerator, sending the car speeding towards Zhao Family Manor!

Zhao Family Manor was in complete chaos. Hundreds of people were scattering and hiding. Some ran to the guest rooms, while others simply hid in the toilets.

I honked the horn and rushed to the entrance of the main hall. At a glance, I saw Han Shanshan, her face pale, holding a gun and pointing it at Old Madam Zhao!

In the hall, Old Man Zhao's coffin had rolled to the side. Old Man Zhao, dressed in his burial clothes, was sprawled at the doorstep, his forehead blown to pieces!

Old Madam Zhao cackled eerily, holding a fire axe and glaring fiercely at Zhao Qian, as if she hadn't noticed the gunshot wound in her belly!

Zhao Qian's face was ashen with fear. She laid out the red cloth and white rice, holding a bell and a peach sword. But it was clearly too late to perform the ritual; it would be useless.

Lei Qing held his phone in his left hand and an iron rod in his right, his face ashen. He had never seen such a situation and didn't dare to step forward. Several of his brothers were so scared they were squatting on the ground, and one brother had been shot and was rolling on the ground.

Wu Zhenghua had disappeared somewhere, while Zhao Zhou stood nearby, looking completely bewildered.

Zhao Xi and his wife were stunned, as if they were dreaming. From the beginning of the incident to now, it had only been a minute or two.

Facing Old Madam Zhao's frenzied actions, Han Shanshan's hand holding the gun was trembling uncontrollably as she aimed at the old woman's head!

"Stop shooting! That's my mother! Oh, my mother!" Zhao Yuan jumped up and down anxiously nearby. No matter how much her mother disliked her, she was still her mother.

"Shanshan! Stop quickly! Wake up!" Zhao Xi ran over to stop Han Shanshan.

"Don't come any closer!" Han Shanshan, as if possessed, immediately aimed the gun at him when she saw Zhao Xi running towards her!

"Stop!" I stopped Han Shanshan from firing again and told Xijun to capture the fierce ghost possessing Old Madam Zhao.

Old Madam Zhao's eyes rolled back. She saw Xijun, dressed in red, lunging at her, muttering curses under her breath.

Xijun ignored her and went straight to drag the fierce ghost out of the old woman, pinning it to the ground and devouring it.

The fierce ghost was black and red all over, looking similar to the one in the morgue that Wang Heng had encountered. It looked incredibly malevolent, but with Xijun's increased strength, she didn't take it seriously. She repeatedly tore its body apart and, without hesitation, chewed it open.

Now, she only had a craving for delicious food.

Watching the fierce ghost being dragged out of the body and pinned to the ground to be devoured, although Zhao Zhou was still playing dumb, I could vaguely see a sudden, chilling glint in his son Zhao Yi's eyes.

After the fierce ghost left Old Madam Zhao, she collapsed into a pool of blood.

Han Shanshan still held the gun tightly, aimed at Zhao Xi and the group behind him. Even Zhao Qian looked at her, thinking she had been possessed.

Only I knew she was wearing my curse talisman. Unless it was a ghost stronger than Xijun, it would be impossible to possess her body unless they knew her birth date and used a life talisman to perform a ritual to expel the ghost and possess her.

I quickly went over and hugged her, easily taking the gun from her hand. Han Shanshan looked at me blankly. When she realized it was me, her tense emotions eased, and she sobered up: "Xia Yitian, I killed someone, I think I killed someone..."

"The old woman isn't dead yet, and the people over there aren't dead either. Don't worry!" I quickly told her.

Han Shanshan clung to me tightly. I couldn't push her away. I really didn't know if she had practiced grappling or wrestling!

However, Han Shanshan had made progress. Today, she didn't even dare to draw her gun in the morgue. Today, she fired five shots. Although she panicked and shot at anyone she saw, it was much better than before. Maybe next time she wouldn't tremble.

I don't know what her brain is made of.

"What are you standing around for! Get a doctor to stop the bleeding! Go to the hospital!" I shouted at Zhao Xi.

Zhao Xi finally reacted and ran to call the manor's doctor. Soon, a group of doctors, escorted by Zhao Xi and relatives from the Ren family, reluctantly came over. They performed emergency first aid on Old Madam Zhao. Then, someone drove over an ambulance, and they hastily took Old Madam Zhao to the hospital.

At this moment, in the parking lot, two familiar figures hurried over. I recognized them at a glance: Uncle Hai and Lin Feiyu.

Uncle Hai looked solemn. Seeing me from afar, he asked, "What happened? Why were there gunshots?"

I was a little happy. Both of them were Xuanmen practitioners I knew, so they must be reinforcements. I said, "Uncle Hai, when did you get back?"

"We arrived a little after one in the morning. We were waiting in the parking lot outside. We hadn't even had a good sleep in the car before the gunshots woke us up," Uncle Hai said.

"It's all Huo Dadong's fault. He wore out these two old bones," Lin Feiyu spat.

Huo Dadong really had good foresight. When he heard I had called Han Shanshan, he knew something would happen at Zhao Family Manor and had Lin Feiyu and Uncle Hai wait outside the manor early on.

"Little Han, what's the situation now?" Lin Feiyu looked around. Old Madam Zhao had already been put on a stretcher. Although he had guessed some of it, he still needed an explanation.

"I don't know... I was just going out to get some water for Qianqian. When I came back, I saw Old Zhao rise from his coffin and try to attack Qianqian. Lei Qing, who was at the door, pulled Qianqian away. Seeing that Old Zhao almost grabbed Qianqian, I opened fire. That's when I ran out the door. The old woman grabbed an axe and tried to chop Zhao Qian from behind, so I shot again..." Han Shanshan said, still shaken.

"Then what about this kid?" I pointed at A Biao, who was lying on the ground near Lei Qing.

"This... I shot him by accident. Who told him to run in front of me?" Han Shanshan stuck out her tongue. People looked ferocious; who knew if they were good or bad?

I was completely speechless regarding Han Shanshan.

Uncle Hai frowned, listening carefully to Han Shanshan's words, while Lin Feiyu began to professionally examine the body.

Having tried to attack Zhao Qian three times, my patience had reached its limit. Without thinking, I walked over and kicked Zhao Zhou, who was trying to escape, to the ground. I then demanded of Zhao Zhou, who was still confused, "Where is that old scoundrel Wu Zhenghua! If you don't tell me, I'll make sure you die here without knowing why!"

Zhao Zhou froze. He hadn't expected me to dare kick him, but seeing my unfriendly expression, he still hesitated to speak.

"Not talking? Xijun, rip his son's head off!" I called Xijun over. Xijun quickly arrived in front of Zhao Yi and extended her hands.

"Wait! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Zhao Yi gave in. He wasn't his father and couldn't handle the pressure. "Master Wu told my dad that he went to the back mountain of the manor to hold the fort, saying he'd be waiting for you there."

"Zhao Zhou! You scoundrel, colluding with Xuanmen cultivators from outside to deal with your own father and mother?" Uncle Hai cursed angrily.

"Brother Hai, who are you talking about?" Lin Feiyu was still a bit confused.

"Who else? It's Wu Hua, the one who became famous around here with Maoshan ghost-expelling techniques when he was young!" Uncle Hai said with a grim face.

"That guy! I heard he was kicked out of our county, then repented, changed his name to Wu Zhenghua, and joined the Confucian sect?" Lin Feiyu gasped.

"Who knows? Maybe he's back to his old tricks," Uncle Hai gritted his teeth.

When the relatives heard this, and even Old Hai and Old Man Lin said so, they knew it was true. They all glared at Zhao Zhou. Zhao Xi and Zhao Yuan reacted the most. Zhao Xi snatched the stick from Lei Qing, and Zhao Yuan even grabbed a broom. Both had suffered under Zhao Zhou and wouldn't forgive him easily.

"Uncle Hai, don't spout nonsense! I didn't do anything. Don't think you can wrong me just because you're old!" Zhao Zhou hadn't expected Uncle Hai and Lin Feiyu to show up. Things weren't going as planned, which was why he hadn't dared to answer my questions earlier.

Previously, all of the Zhao Family's assets had been transferred to his name. He had planned to kill Zhao Qian, cut off Old Man Zhao's lineage, and then frame his own mother, letting her live out her days in prison. If I had dared to show up, he would have lured me to the back mountain for Wu Zhenghua to deal with me.

With all potential trouble eliminated, he could then safely take over the entire Zhao Family business. He hadn't expected his plan to go awry, with Han Shanshan, who carried a gun, ruining it. And now Old Hai and Lin Feiyu had shown up too. That's why he hadn't dared to mention Wu Zhenghua waiting for us in the back mountain, fearing he might anger Wu Zhenghua later.

"Zhao Zhou! Your parents raised you for so many years! Is this how you treat them?" Zhao Xi picked up the stick and swung it at Zhao Zhou, knocking him down with a single blow.

"Brother-in-law! What are you waiting for? This isn't my brother at all! Beat him to death! If he dies, it's on me!" Zhao Yuan was also fierce. She swung her broom and lunged forward. Her husband, Liao An, had also arrived and, seeing her fury, joined in beating Zhao Zhou.

The other relatives were indignant, shouting for Zhao Zhou to be beaten to death while not taking part in the beating themselves.

"Alright, alright! Stop! Don't you have any sense of the law?" Lin Feiyu, being a police officer, couldn't just watch someone get beaten to death and intervened.

Zhao Zhou, half-dead, crawled up and looked gratefully at Lin Feiyu.

"Brat, if you don't want to be beaten to death here, you'd better lead us obediently. We're going to meet that old geezer! He was kicked out of the area years ago, and now he has the nerve to come back! Little Lin, are you coming?" Uncle Hai spat on the ground and rubbed his hands.

"We've come this far, Brother Hai. What do you need me for? Oh, right, little brother Xia, are you interested in accompanying us old fellows to the back mountain?" Lin Feiyu was fired up by what Uncle Hai said. He had come for a spiritual battle anyway, and it was only proper to show off in front of a junior like me. Yesterday, his spiritual techniques were disrupted by that Wang Family brat in the morgue, and he hadn't been able to display half his strength, which was frustrating.

"Hold on, there's still one more here," I frowned, looking towards the main hall.