Watching Eldest Senior Brother eat ghosts, I felt like he was some kind of evil cultivator.
Zhang Yuchen, Mao Jing, and Pan Ling watched from nearby, their faces twitching as well.
After all, eating ghosts was something only demonic Daoists and evil ghosts did.
None of us spoke. We simply watched.
At that moment, I walked straight toward Yamada's flayed ghost. He was gradually regaining his senses.
The moment I approached, I kicked him in the stomach.
He let out a miserable scream of "Ah!" and instantly woke up.
Clutching his stomach, he wailed, "Ah! Ah..."
Seeing that he was awake, I could not be bothered with nonsense. I instantly drew the Fish Bone Sword and thrust it at the screaming Yamada.
The sword pierced straight through his shoulder.
He let out another scream.
"Ah..."
Watching him suffer, I got straight to the point. "Tell me about your Nine Chrysanthemum Sect..."
He was a complete coward and did not resist at all.
As soon as I finished speaking, he answered in pain, "Ah, ah! I'll talk, I'll talk. Stop torturing me, stop torturing me. It hurts, it hurts so much..."
His entire body trembled. The agony of having his skin torn away would remain with him constantly.
Otherwise, Eldest Senior Brother would not have wrapped himself in bandages and hidden in the Black Stone Peak graveyard before to ease his pain.
"Very good! Then tell me what role you play in the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, and where your sect's onmyoji are generally stationed..."
After hearing this, he spoke again.
"I'll talk, I'll talk.
"I'm... I'm a lowest-ranking, ninth-rank onmyoji.
"My... my task is to collect the souls of those who died violently and offer them to the Calamity God.
"As long as... as long as I offer enough tributes and