No More Smiling, Provoking Leng Bingshan

When I said the names "Leng Qingyu, Leng Bingshuang, and the Black Dog King."

Leng Bingshan was greatly startled, staring at us with a face full of confusion and anticipation.

Before I could answer, Zhang Yuchen spoke first:

"Not only have we seen them, we even beat Leng Qingyu's dog guts to a pulp.

The Black Dog King and that woman were both beaten until their souls scattered.

They couldn't be deader.

You're next."

Leng Bingshan trembled all over at those words, looking at us in utter disbelief.

"Y-you killed my nephew Qingyu?

And my younger sister, my brother-in-law Bingshuang and the Black Mastiff?"

At the same time, I blocked a ghost rider's saber with my sword and was knocked back two steps.

Mao Jing used talismans to hold off the remaining paper-effigy ghost riders. We worked together, fighting desperately to stall them.

At the same time, I answered again:

"That's right. Their souls scattered..."

The instant Leng Bingshan heard the words "souls scattered," the suspicion on his face turned into boundless rage, and his eyes filled with endless grief.

In his agitation, his body even swayed, and blood seeped from his mouth.

The paper-effigy fiends surrounding us also froze for a moment as his body swayed, as though they had lost control in that instant.

We would not miss such a good opportunity.

Seizing the chance, the four of us attacked at once and instantly cut down two paper-effigy ghost riders.

This gave us more room to maneuver.

But that opportunity lasted only an instant.

There was no chance to kill any more...

It seemed that as long as we provoked that demonist Leng Bingshan, these paper-effigy fiends would lose control, and we could find an opening.

I continued:

"Weren't you laughing just now? Why are you coughing up