When Chuyang said this, his expression was filled with extreme sorrow.
His gray eyes had begun to darken, turning somewhat black.
Seeing this, I had a bad feeling.
After a ghost died, if it became overwhelmingly sorrowful or resentful, it could transform into a fiend.
The first sign of becoming a fiend was the eyes turning dark gray, then black—or pale gray, then white.
Seeing this, I hurriedly said:
"Chuyang, Chuyang, calm down. Calm down. We've already avenged you. I'll properly gather your master's remains. Don't get too worked up, don't get too worked up..."
I hurriedly tried to comfort him.
Peng Laosan, who had finished his call outside, heard the commotion and quickly ran into the room.
When he saw the head in front of the freezer, he drew a sharp breath.
That goat demon was truly hateful!
It had eaten so many people in this place.
Five-Blossom Mountain was a sacred site of the Daoist sect, a place where the Daoist tradition had been passed down.
Yet it had been defiled by this demon, and it had even produced Daoist scum like Red Cloud Daoist of Little Cloud Temple.
But Chuyang could not hear a word I said.
His emotions were wildly unstable, and his entire body trembled.
Staring at the head in the freezer, whose eyes had never closed in death, he was overcome with grief.
"Master, Master..."
His voice trembled and choked with sobs, filled with pain.
The resentment in his voice grew heavier and heavier.
Wisps of black energy began to spread across the surface of his body.
"Chuyang, calm down. Don't look anymore..."
As I spoke, I moved to pull Chuyang away.
Chuyang's body shook.
"No. Master, Master was my father, my father. Do you understand? Do you understand?"
His emotions suddenly collapsed.
It