Threatening Me?

If things continue as they are, then it will be my turn to show my skills, find a way to dispel the ghostly aura hanging over the villages and Luoxin District, defeat the former subordinates of the Altar Master, and restore peace to this land, right?

Seeing the vast expanse of ghostly energy above his head, Song Shuhang sighed inwardly.

Ultimately, he was just a minor cultivator at the First-Grade, Second Aperture level; he had never practiced Buddhist Sect or Daoist School scriptures for exorcising evil spirits.

Although he had eight powerful 'Evil-Repelling Talisman' on him, the range of the 'Evil-Repelling Talisman' was limited. Even if he used all the Evil-Repelling Talisman in one breath, he would not be able to completely dispel all the ghostly energy above the village.

Therefore, good steel should be used where it's needed most. To restore peace to the Luoxinxing neighborhood and villages, it's best to cut off the source of the ghostly energy, find the altar Altar Master's subordinates, and eliminate them. The eight 'Evil-Repelling Talisman' should be used against the Altar Master's subordinates.

Once the mastermind behind the ghosts is defeated, the ghostly aura here will naturally dissipate when the sun comes out.

Well, all this thinking is useless— Song Shuhang, who doesn't even know where the enemy is, can only wait for the enemy to appear and then see how strong they are.

If the enemy is weak—then fight!

If the enemy is strong—we'll still fight! He possesses Palm Thunder Sword Talisman, Armor Talisman, Ancient Copper Ring, Disposable Flying Sword, and even a single Doudou hair. If he really uses them, taking down several people stronger than him will be no problem at all!

If all else fails... at least he still has the 'Myriad-Mile Escape Technique,' which allows him to fly to Senior White's side in one breath. Then, no matter what happens, Senior White will have his back.

While he was pondering, Tubo's maternal grandfather welcomed Shuhang and the other two into the house.

"Come on in, everyone. We picked some bayberries these past few days; they're so sweet!"

Grandma Tubo had already prepared a sumptuous meal to welcome Song Shuhang and his companions, who hadn't even eaten on their drive here.

"Grandpa, you called me the day before yesterday and said something strange happened in the village. What happened?" Tubo asked during the meal, still a little worried about his grandfather.

Grandpa sighed inwardly. Although the mysterious little girl wasn't there, since Tubo had brought it up, he wouldn't keep it to himself. "Several strange things have happened in the village recently. First, remember that mountain path you took when you entered the village?"

Tubo nodded, having heard his grandfather mention it on the phone.

"There were three traffic accidents on that mountain road in five days," Grandpa Tubo said in a deep voice. "It wasn't a collision between two cars, and the drivers weren't driving while fatigued or under the influence. They were just driving... when suddenly the windshield was completely sliced open as if it had hit something sharp, and then the car overturned on the side of the road. All three accidents were exactly the same."

If it were just one accident, it could be considered an accident. But three identical, bizarre traffic accidents are definitely not right.

"Besides that, about ten days ago, a strange illness started in the village," Grandpa Tubo said, frowning. "Many of the elderly people in the village feel weak all over, have no energy, and want to sleep all day long. At first, only one or two elderly people had this strange illness, but later more and more people fell ill, and now a third of the elderly people in the village have this weakness to some extent."

"Did you go to the hospital? Could it be some kind of infectious disease?" Tubo asked worriedly.

"That's the really strange thing. All the elderly people who fell ill have been examined at the hospital from head to toe, but they all have only one cause of illness—that is, they have been too tired recently. The doctor assured them that they just need to rest more and take some supplements. Moreover, apart from the elderly, all the young people are fine." Tubo said fairly, even he himself has been feeling a little tired lately.

Song Shuhang popped a bayberry into his mouth and nodded secretly. The young people were fine because they were strong and healthy. When the 'Altar Master's subordinates' sent ghosts to absorb human 'Blood Qi,' they only absorbed a small amount. So the young people could still hold on, but the elderly would feel weak, powerless, and sleepy.

"Then there's the cemetery on the hill behind our village," Grandpa Tubo said with a wry smile. "The guy with the yellow front teeth who guards the graves said he saw several ghostly figures wandering around there in the middle of the night. And they would often suddenly leap up more than ten meters high and disappear without a trace."

On the hill behind Luojie District, there is a small to medium-sized public cemetery; Huang Menya is the cemetery keeper.

"Is Yellow Teeth getting old and blind?" Tubo sneered, clearly not liking the guy nicknamed Yellow Teeth.

"At first, we thought so too, but later, several people took turns spending two nights with Huang Menya in the cemetery, and they even saw several figures disappear in a flash." Grandpa Tubo sighed. If he weren't so old, he would have liked to go and keep watch over Huang Menya for two nights himself.

The cemetery on the back hill? Song Shuhang's heart skipped a beat. Could that be the area where the Altar Master's subordinates were active?

Besides that, Grandpa Tubo told seven or eight other strange stories.

It was precisely because of the sudden outbreak of so many strange events that even Tubo's grandfather, who firmly believed that "science is power, believe in science and reject superstition," felt a chill in his heart and sensed that something was wrong.

Li Yangde listened quietly, and finally sighed inwardly. If so many things had happened around him, he would have suspected that something was amiss.

"Grandpa, should we go and get some black dog blood?" Tubo joked.

Grandpa Tubo tapped him gently with his chopsticks. "Don't talk nonsense. I'm just feeling down and wanted you to keep this old man company."

Tubo chuckled.

After a satisfying meal, the group drank tea and began to chat.

Grandpa Tubo is a very talkative person; with him around, you never have to worry about awkward silences.

After chatting for a while, Song Shuhang stretched and said with a smile, "Grandpa, I'm going out for a walk to stretch my muscles. I drove for five hours, and my whole body is stiff."

"Will I go with you?" Tubo blurted out.

Song Shuhang pointed to his feet, smiling without saying a word.

Yangde burst into laughter.

After leaving Tubo's maternal grandfather's house, Song Shuhang returned to the car, took a long, narrow object from his bag, and carried it on his back.

Inside is the Treasure Weapon Overlord Shatter Saber.

Then, his gaze fell on a ghost floating on the roof of the Tubo family's house. It was a newly born ghost, transparent, not even a low-ranking Ghost Soldier, at most a wandering spirit.

It kept hovering in front of Tubo's maternal grandfather's house, but didn't break down the door, clearly trying to lure Song Shuhang out.

When Song Shuhang came out, the wandering spirit began to roam in front of him... After swimming a hundred meters away, it stopped and waited for Song Shuhang.

"Are they trying to lure me over there?" Song Shuhang thought to himself.

He followed the wandering spirit with his hands in his pockets, a 'Evil-Repelling Talisman' in his left hand and a 'shield talisman' in his right.

The wandering spirit finally stopped on the roof of an ordinary three-story building. The door was ajar, clearly waiting for Song Shuhang to enter.

Song Shuhang stepped forward, gently pushed open the door, and entered.

The room was empty, except for a landline phone that was on speakerphone.

"Heh, you've arrived. So it was you who took down the Ghost Soldier at the village entrance?" A male voice, clearly feigning, came from the landline.

Song Shuhang frowned. The other party was indeed very cautious.

"Are you the controller of those Ghost Soldiers?" Song Shuhang asked in a deep voice, trying to extract some information from the other party's words.

"Hehe, those Ghost Soldiers were indeed under our control, but we didn't expect a righteous cultivator like you to arrive so quickly. Fortunately, your strength isn't as great as we imagined." The man on the phone spoke in a strange voice.

Song Shuhang snorted coldly, "I'm really sorry, I only have the cultivation of First-Grade Second Aperture cultivator?"

"Let's get back to the point. Forget about that stupid Ghost Soldier you killed earlier. But we advise you to keep quiet for the next few days, stay in the village for a few days, and then leave... Let's keep to ourselves! Otherwise, if you anger us, we'll immediately unleash all the ghosts and cause everyone in the village to die from 'Blood Qi depletion.' How many ghosts can you possibly hold off then?" the man on the phone said in a deep voice.

"Are you threatening me?" Song Shuhang said calmly.

"Heh, you can think of it this way—we never intended to kill anyone. After all, times have changed, and we don't want to massacre entire villages. We just need to quietly absorb some more Blood Qi for two more days, and then we'll leave. Wouldn't it be better if you and we could spend these two days peacefully together?" The man on the phone added coldly, "Don't force us to kill. We don't want to kill, but that doesn't mean we won't!"

"Hehe." Song Shuhang chuckled.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and slammed his fist into the telephone.

Boom...

He smashed the telephone with a punch, and a wisp of black mist emerged from it in a disheveled state.

It was a ghost.

From the very beginning, no man made a phone call via speakerphone—only a ghost was hiding inside the phone, communicating with Song Shuhang.

Not a subordinate of the Altar Master.

"Next time you're pretending to be a phone... at least plug in the phone line, okay? You're the only one who's stupid, don't assume everyone else is." Song Shuhang turned around and punched the black ghost mist again.

"Damn it, you actually found out." The black ghostly mist transformed, finally turning into a man wearing black armor. The armor was the same as the Ghost Soldier at the village entrance, but the man formed from the ghostly mist was Ghost General.

Ghost General correspond to the Second-Grade rank of cultivators. Unlike Ghost Soldier, Ghost General have awakened most of their memories from their previous lives and possess a certain degree of intelligence.

The Ghost General raised his hand, and a large shield appeared on his arm, blocking Song Shuhang's punch.

Boom...

Song Shuhang took a step back, and the Ghost General was also knocked back.

It wasn't that Song Shuhang's punch was particularly powerful, but rather that the Ghost General was in a weakened state. Just like the 'Ghost General Ku You' that the Altar Master secretly brought onto the subway back then, it was in a period of weakness.