Vicious Ghosts Attack the Village?

"Azure Heaven Town, is it?" Fei Luo whispered, his eyes brightening. "Everyone, is that the Azure Heaven Town located five hundred miles west of Ren Family Town?"

"Yes, Young Master." The City God Li Ru nodded, asking with confusion, "Could it be that you intend to...?"

At this moment, the two Yin Messengers also held their breath.

A Ghost King at the Golden Core stage was a truly ferocious existence.

Even as Yin Messengers of the netherworld, they dared not provoke such a tiger.

"Tonight, I shall strike at Azure Heaven Town and have a meeting with this so-called Azure Heaven Ghost King." Fei Luo rose slowly, his gaze fixed on the west, his voice a whisper filled with terrifying killing intent.

This wretch must be eliminated.

Whether to settle his own score or to protect the land and its people, he had to be destroyed.

Fei Luo knew that if he hadn't successfully crossed his tribulation today, it would have been difficult to defeat the Phantom General with his previous strength.

Although he could challenge those of higher ranks while in the False Core Realm, he certainly could not have killed the Phantom General in an instant.

If not for his Nine Heavens Thunder Invocation Art, he would have had to use his physical body to withstand the lightning tribulation, and the three people before him might have perished.

They were innocent, and they had acted out of kindness to protect him.

Since he was the one who had invited this disaster, it was only right that he be the one to resolve it.

The Azure Sky Ghost Venerable might not yet know of the Phantom General's fate; it would be better to cut the Gordian knot, strike directly, and pull the firewood from under the cauldron.

If he allowed the Azure Sky Ghost Venerable to learn that the Phantom General had died in Ren Family Town, what would become of the people here once he was no longer around?

"Since the Young Master has made up his mind, the two of us will go wild tonight and accompany you on this journey." The two Yin Messengers spoke in unison, their faces showing excitement.

Fei Luo was no ordinary man; the technique he had used to instantly kill the Phantom General still lingered in their minds.

Such a peerless genius, though only in the Solid Core Realm, was not viewed by them as a mere Solid Core cultivator.

Even when heading to the lair of the Azure Sky Ghost Venerable, they had sufficient confidence.

"Good, no time to lose. Let us depart now." With that, Fei Luo nodded to Li Ru, his figure vanishing into the temple like a ghost.

"City God, take care."

The two Yin Messengers cupped their hands in farewell to Li Ru, and a cold, ghostly wind appeared beneath their feet as they headed out of the temple.

"Take care. This old man shall await the Young Master's triumphant return." City God Li Ru's face flushed, and he bowed deeply in the direction Fei Luo had departed.

This man was a true hero, worthy of his bow.

"It is a pity that my cultivation is shallow; otherwise, how could I miss such a magnificent sight?"

Inside the City God Temple, Li Ru's whisper echoed in the void, unheard by ordinary men.

Tonight in the City God Temple, aside from the faint candlelight, if an outsider were present, they would surely find Fei Luo appearing to speak to the air. If mortals were to learn of this scene, they would be frightened out of their wits.

The drizzling rain had stopped.

Fei Luo generated wind beneath his feet, channeling the formidable mana of the Solid Core Realm into his soles, sprinting through the mountain forest like a gale.

Not far behind him, the two Yin Messengers followed at a steady pace.

Half an hour later, the faintly glowing Azure Heaven Town could be seen in the distance.

Suddenly, Fei Luo's figure stalled, and he looked toward the foot of the mountain.

The two Yin Messengers stopped out of curiosity, followed his gaze, and their expressions turned cold.

"Ghosts. No fewer than ten, and all of them are fierce ghosts." Zhang Wu spoke, his eerie, ghostly voice echoing without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

The other Yin Messenger nodded in agreement.

Yin Messengers were exceptionally sensitive to the presence of ghosts.

"This village is near Azure Heaven Town. Since we have encountered them, we cannot stand by and watch them die."

The two Yin Messengers heard Fei Luo's ethereal voice.

They looked at Fei Luo instinctively and were struck with terror.

They saw a brilliant golden light flickering in Fei Luo's eyes, strands of golden radiance turning into specks of spiritual light radiating from the corners of his eyes into the air, making him appear like a deity.

In an instant, Fei Luo's figure vanished, his voice ringing in their ears, "It is inconvenient for you to deal with the ghosts of the world, so I shall do it for you."

"The Young Master is righteous. If all demon-slayers in the world were like him, seeking neither fame nor profit, why would we ever worry about the world lacking clarity?" Zhang Wu watched Fei Luo's body, which had merged into the night like a phantom, and sighed.

"Indeed." The other Yin Messenger agreed. "Let us go and witness Young Master Fei Luo's heroic posture. To be honest, if such an outstanding young talent does not perish prematurely, he will surely become a world-renowned existence in the future."

Their eerie, ghostly voices echoed in the void, and their bodies drifted like duckweed toward the village at the foot of the mountain, appearing incredibly strange.

Anyang Village was one of the villages near Azure Heaven Town.

Its location was relatively remote, situated at the boundary between Azure Heaven Town and another large town, yet far from both; it was a village with very few inhabitants.

The villagers here mostly made their living by planting mountain tea.

Tonight, the dozens of households in Anyang Village had already fallen asleep, but suddenly, a torrential rainstorm arrived.

Accompanying the downpour, the dogs in the village began to bark incessantly, as if they had gone mad.

The villagers had never encountered a situation like this before.

"Damn it, Ah Huang! What are you barking at in the middle of the night? Are you howling at ghosts?" A middle-aged man lit a lamp and stepped outside. Seeing that the rain had stopped, he couldn't help but glance toward the backyard.

He wanted to know what on earth was wrong with his family's big yellow dog.

This place was remote, far from the bustling city. Aside from the occasional bark at a rat, the village dogs had never collectively erupted into a frenzy at night.

In an instant, a shrill whimper came from the big yellow dog in the yard, followed by total silence.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's pupils constricted. He raised the lamp to his eye level and peered closely.

In the yard, where the big yellow dog had been tethered, a "person" dressed in white robes, feet hovering above the ground and hair disheveled, had just crushed the life out of his dog.

Suddenly, the figure turned its head mechanically, a sickening "creak" emanating from its neck.

Most terrifying of all, the creature's face was nothing but exposed, ghastly white bone, its eye sockets hollow and lifeless, with white maggots wriggling within the voids.

"Ghost!" The middle-aged man shrieked, his scalp tingling as a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

In his panic, the lamp slipped from his hand and hit the ground. The wick went out, extinguishing the only light in the yard, leaving only the creature's white robes standing out starkly in the darkness.

"What ghost? Where would there be a ghost in the middle of the night?" At that moment, the door to the main room opened, and the man's wife stepped out, draped in a coat.

The big yellow dog's shrill cries and her husband's shout had woken her up.

"Ah!!!" The wife looked at the scene before her and let out a piercing scream, a sound that also startled the neighbors in the village.

"Heh heh heh..." A sinister, chilling laugh echoed through the air. In the creature's palm, a blood-stained heart beat slowly, accompanied by the sound of blood dripping onto the ground—a scene of absolute horror.