This Taoist Is Very Suspicious!

Qiusheng said, staggering drunkenly toward Fei Luo. "Junior Brother Fei Luo, you've got talent and good bone structure. You can cultivate your Dao, but I'm done with it. I only want to stay here with my beauty and grow old with her."

Meanwhile, all the friends and relatives seated around the table wore frosty expressions and gave sinister smiles as they stared at Fei Luo.

A Taoist with empty hands?

And he dared trespass into the Ghost Mansion?

He really didn't know what was good for him.

"Qiusheng, everything you see before you is an illusion. It's all transformed by ghosts. Look!"

As he spoke, brilliant blue light flickered in Fei Luo's eyes. He activated the Soul Capture Art, and a beam of blue light burst from his eyes, sweeping like a laser across the Dong family's friends and relatives.

The Soul Capture Art was an eye technique. It gathered magical power in the eyes to seize a person's soul, intimidate ghosts, and even force them to reveal their true forms.

"Show yourselves!" Fei Luo roared. Wherever his eye technique passed, those touched by its blue light began to emit a dense, gloomy aura. A bone-chilling cold rushed straight toward Qiusheng.

"Heh heh heh~"

One ghost after another revealed its true form beneath Fei Luo's eye technique. There were hanging ghosts, Burned Ghosts, water ghosts, and—

All kinds of ghosts bared their claws and fangs, making one's scalp tingle and one's spine turn cold.

And that wasn't all. To Qiusheng's astonishment, the dishes on the table—the platters piled high with meat—were all transformed from bloody flesh.

He looked at the wine jar in his hands. There wasn't a trace of the fragrance of aged liquor left. It was nothing but water from a spring.

"Gulp~" Qiusheng swallowed hard and snapped out of it in an instant. "Fei-Fei Luo, this, this, this..."

Qiusheng had never seen anything like this. When he used to catch ghosts with his master, they only ever dealt with one or two little ghosts. Now, faced with a whole courtyard full of them, he was so terrified that his hair stood on end.

The bone-chilling ghostly aura also swept away all his "drunkenness." With a sudden lunge, he hid behind Fei Luo.

"Fei-Fei Luo, what are we supposed to do with so many ghosts?" Qiusheng was kicking himself now. He regretted not listening to his master and Fei Luo and insisted on coming to fool around with this female ghost.

Wait, could Dong Xiaoyu be the leader of these ghosts?

Every one of them looked quite powerful. And Dong Xiaoyu—

At the thought, Qiusheng's eyes widened until they seemed ready to pop out of his head, disbelief written all over his face.

"Don't worry. Stay behind me, and I'll keep you safe." Fei Luo grinned, his eyes shining as he looked at the ghosts filling the courtyard.

These were ghosts? They were walking, talking rewards!

Who knew what rewards he'd get for killing so many of them?

Seeing the excitement on Fei Luo's face, the ghosts in the courtyard couldn't help but freeze.

What was going on? This Taoist had empty hands, yet he was this excited?

Weren't ordinary people scared out of their wits when they saw ghosts?

In the past, Taoists who passed through here had all fled at the sight of this scene. Why did this one look like a wolf staring at a flock of sheep?

"Roar~"

Apparently enraged by Fei Luo's calm expression, several ghosts who had been drinking with Qiusheng turned into gusts of cold wind. Baring their sharp fangs, they pounced on Fei Luo.

"Junior Brother, watch out!" Qiusheng's legs went weak with fright.

He knew Fei Luo was powerful, but there were ghosts filling the whole courtyard. Even if they were pigs, it'd take ages to kill them all, wouldn't it?

Swish!

Fei Luo gave a string of cold laughs. A three-foot sword appeared in his hand as if from nowhere, startling the three ghosts charging at him.

In that instant of surprise, Fei Luo's Flowing Cloud Sword traced an arc and flashed with silver light.

With a wet splat, the sword sliced through the three ghosts like a steel blade through tofu. They were cut in two before they even understood what had happened, not so much as a scream escaping their lips.

Whoosh~

The wind rose, and their souls scattered.

The three evil ghosts died without ever knowing how they had been killed.

Silence!

Apart from the night wind, not a sound could be heard in the Dong Family Courtyard.

"Gulp~" Qiusheng swallowed and rubbed his eyes, hardly daring to believe what he was seeing. He stared at the sword in Fei Luo's hand, its hilt engraved with "Flowing Cloud," and felt his throat go dry.

What kind of weapon was that?

It was even more powerful than a magical artifact? Could it be...

A spiritual treasure?

Qiusheng's eyes bulged, and his breathing grew rapid. Even with his limited knowledge, after following Uncle Nine for so long, he knew the ranks of ghost-slaying weapons.

How had his junior brother gotten a legendary spiritual treasure?

Compared with Qiusheng, the ghosts in the courtyard were just as stunned.

This Taoist was not right. He was very not right!

They'd dealt with no fewer than a hundred ordinary Taoists. Didn't they all carry chicken blood or dog blood, or magical artifacts and talismans, while muttering incantations?

What was with this Taoist?

He could kill ghosts with a sword? Easier than killing chickens?

With a creak, the door to Dong Xiaoyu's room opened.

At the sound, Yuan Ge looked over.

"Boom!"

As a fierce gale swept through, the ghostly aura around Dong Xiaoyu surged skyward. Her ghostly robes fluttered in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, she "flew" above the courtyard.

Ghosts were yin spirits. They couldn't ride clouds, but they could summon and control the wind. This wind was a yin wind.

For an ordinary ghost, the wind it summoned was no stronger than a breeze. Dong Xiaoyu, however, could command a gale. Of all the ghosts Yuan Ge had seen so far, she was the most powerful.

"Qiusheng, didn't you say you loved me? That you'd swear eternal vows with me beneath the flowers and moon, and grow old with me? Why are you letting your junior brother kill my family? Is it only because I'm a ghost that you've come to despise me?" Dong Xiaoyu glanced at Fei Luo, then looked at Qiusheng behind him and spoke in a sweet, delicate voice.

"Qiusheng, take a good look at what the beauty in your arms really looks like." Fei Luo seemed to notice the struggle on Qiusheng's face. He spoke with a cold laugh.

Swish!

Dong Xiaoyu's face, once sweet and delicate, soft as silk, with skin like congealed cream and eyes like lacquer, began to turn deathly white. The right side of her face rotted away, and things like maggots visibly squirmed in the wound.

"Ugh~" Qiusheng immediately retched. His whole body prickled, and his manhood shrank back in fright.