Sending Off an Old Friend

As the lid was lifted off the jar, it was as if the air around them had been sucked away in an instant. The pervasive stench of rot was abruptly replaced by an even more oppressive, bone-chilling cold.

Brother Dao felt a piercing chill shoot up his spine and straight to the crown of his head. He shuddered instinctively, but his eyes stayed fixed on the two seemingly ordinary jars of pickled vegetables.

The mouths of the jars were dark and bottomless.

Then two wisps of dense white mist spiraled out of the jars and quickly gathered above their mouths, coalescing into shape.

In only a few breaths, Brother Dao watched as the outlines of two figures gradually took shape in the mist, finally becoming two "people" with sharply contrasting temperaments, clear features, and an illusory quality.

The old man who emerged from the jar on the left had a burly frame. Even as nothing more than a soul, his eyes were as keen as a hawk's, and his entire being radiated an unsettling aura.

Brother Dao even felt that this man was more terrifying than the evil spirits in front of them.

The old man who emerged from the jar on the right was somewhat thin and tall, with a refined, scholarly air. His eyes were just as sharp, as if they could see right through a person.

Zhao Qingming opened his eyes, his gaze flashing like lightning. He raised a hand, and the space around them suddenly let out a tearing sound. The evil spirits before them were struck as if by thunder. They shrieked piercingly, then were ripped apart by an invisible force.

At the same time, Xiao Zhenye made his move. Thick corpse fiend energy surged, and the Corpse Pool spread out, swallowing the surrounding space