Going Ghost Hunting with Yun Qingyang

'Hiss!'

The cultivator surnamed Qian gasped, his eyes wide with surprise, and exclaimed, "So many little elves have mastered more than three Beast Skills?"

The cultivator surnamed Wang nodded and said, "Of course, this is just the group from the Pokémon Tavern. There are also those who don't go to the Pokémon Tavern often, and those who don't want to reveal how many Beast Skill their little elves possess. There are far too many."

At this point, the cultivator surnamed Wang added, "Moreover, in the past month, many important figures have been leveling up their little spirits on the outskirts of Nine Heavens Mountain. I happened to pass by the other day and saw the Seventh Elder and Ninth Elder of the Sword Sect also leveling up their little spirits."

The cultivator surnamed Qian asked in confusion, "I remember that the Sword Sect leader took the elders back to the capital to attend a state banquet not long ago?"

The cultivator surnamed Wang shook his head and said, "Not all of them went back. The Seventh Elder and the Ninth Elder stayed behind. In my opinion, the Sword Sect is probably also interested in the books that were awarded in the competition, and wants to take one back to study."

The cultivator surnamed Qian nodded in agreement. After all, the books in the Mysterious Bookstore had brought so many wonders to everyone, which naturally attracted their curiosity. Now that the Mysterious Bookstore was using its Bookstore as prizes for the competition, it undoubtedly stimulated everyone's attention and enthusiasm for the competition.

"Why is it taking so long? The food still hasn't arrived!" The cultivator surnamed Wang couldn't help but call out when he noticed that the beef and wine they had ordered over the long conversation hadn't been served at all.

"Please wait a moment, sir, I'll go check on things in the kitchen right away." Upon hearing this, the innkeeper quickly smiled apologetically and headed towards the kitchen.

Just then, a figure emerged from the kitchen, followed by a waiter carrying a plate.

"What have you been doing? So slow! Hurry up and serve the food to the customers!" The shopkeeper glared at the waiter and scolded him angrily.

The waiter lowered his head slightly, said nothing, and walked towards the two.

"Sir, please enjoy your order of Mang beef and Lingxi wine." The waiter said, taking out the Mang beef and Lingxi wine from the plates and arranging them properly.

"Alright, you can go now." The cultivator surnamed Wang had a good temper; seeing that the food had been served, he didn't make things difficult for the waiter anymore.

The waiter nodded slightly, not straying too far, but taking three steps back to hide in a dark corner by the chair, quietly watching the two.

"Hmm! This Mang beef tastes a little different today!" The cultivator surnamed Qian said, picking up a piece of Mang beef and chewing it.

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Wang asked while searching the area, "What's different?"

"Wait!" The cultivator surnamed Qian suddenly reached out to stop the cultivator surnamed Wang from picking up the beef, and spat out the beef from his own mouth.

A lump of bloody flesh was writhing on the table, with many unidentified crawling insects crawling around on it.

"Vomit..."

The cultivator surnamed Qian felt nauseous on the spot, vomited a mouthful of acid, and his face instantly contorted.

"What's going on here!" The cultivator surnamed Wang stood up in surprise, looking at everything with a bewildered expression.

Their commotion attracted the attention of other patrons in the tavern, who all turned their gazes in their direction.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the cultivator surnamed Qian let out a scream. Then everyone saw his eyes widen, his eyeballs become bloodshot, and he seemed to be filled with fear.

"Pfft~"

With a loud thud, the cultivator surnamed Qian was disemboweled, and a scalding hot heart fell out.

"Hiss!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the patrons in the tavern all stood up, their brows furrowed, their faces filled with shock, and their Spiritual Power began to circulate as they prepared for their surroundings.

"Be careful, everyone. This must have been done by that strange object." A cultivator in the tavern, whose cultivation had reached the Spirit Venerable realm, said in a deep voice after seeing this.

These days, such bizarre deaths are happening every day. In almost every case, the victim's heart was ripped out, just like this Qian, the spiritual practitioner.

'Da~'

'Da~'

Suddenly, the waiter, who had been standing in the dark corner, slowly walked towards the cultivator surnamed Qian, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"A Bin, what are you doing? Come back right now!" the shopkeeper shouted in terror.

But A Bin ignored him and slowly knelt down beside the cultivator surnamed Qian. At this time, the cultivator surnamed Qian had already lost his life force and was lying limply on the ground. Beside him, a still-beating heart lay quietly.

**** picked up the heart and swallowed it raw.

"Damn it!" Now that everyone has figured it out, they'd be fools. Instantly, everyone unleashed their Spiritual Power and attacked A Bin.

"Bang!"

A massive explosion resounded all around, and the powerful Spiritual Power blew the roof off the tavern. The defensive array that had been set up couldn't withstand the combined force of the explosion, and the entire tavern was destroyed by the Spiritual Power.

As the dust and smoke cleared, everyone looked in the direction where A Bin had been and found only a twisted human skin on the ground!

"Hiss~"

At this, fear appeared on the faces of the surrounding guests. Born in a fantasy world, they had killed too many people, and in theory, they should be considered cold-blooded and ruthless. Dead people would not affect them psychologically.

But no one has ever dared to imagine peeling off a person's skin like this.

It's absolutely terrifying!

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

A long time.

"Is that strange creature dead?" a cultivator asked.

"He should be dead, right?" another person replied, seemingly certain yet uncertain.

"Phew~"

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in.

The powerful Spirit Venerable's expression changed, and his spiritual sword appeared out of thin air. He poured Spiritual Power into it, and the sword's light surged three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before thrusting it to the right.

"Boom~"

The powerful Spiritual Power pierced directly through the dilapidated house, creating a trench a foot deep in the ground.

"Everyone be careful, it's still here!" The powerful Spirit Venerable said in a deep voice, gripping his spirit sword.

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and quickly took out their spiritual weapons, their Spiritual Power coursing through their bodies as they looked around with tense expressions.

The commotion was quite loud, but no one came to investigate. Even some passing cultivators who saw this scene backed away, clearly realizing what had happened.

The cultivators in the tavern all looked grave. They dared not leave, fearing that the strange creature would take notice of them, and could only remain frozen in place.

"Hurry, hurry, they're right here!" Suddenly, a hurried voice broke the silence of the night. Everyone looked up and saw a strangely dressed man and woman running towards them.

Each of them held a wooden longsword in one hand, the man held a mirror in his other hand, and the woman held a round compass in her other hand.

The clothes they wore were also very strange; their bodies were covered in white paper with unreadable scribbles on them.

"Why does it look like the shop owner and that Saint?"