Vicious Ghosts Attack Village, Fiercely Suppressed and Slain!

The middle-aged wife was stunned with terror.

With a "rip," that Heart-Eating Ghost—

In her line of sight, her husband's mouth hung wide open as if he wanted to say something, and the fingers he had raised high to strike the fierce ghost fell limply.

Immediately after, his body went soft and collapsed to the ground.

"You killed my husband, I'll fight you to the death!" After a brief moment of shock, the middle-aged wife snapped back to reality. Decades of marital devotion flashed before her eyes, and the fear in her heart transformed into boundless hatred as she lunged at the Heart-Eating Ghost.

"Squelch!" With a wet sound, those withered, razor-sharp claws, as hard as cast iron, pierced through the woman's chest as easily as if it were tofu, and once again, a bright red, pulsing heart was held in its grasp.

"You monster, give me back... my husband."

"Ghost."

"I..."

As her heart was ripped out, the middle-aged woman's life force was rapidly corroded by the incomparably frigid ghost energy. Yet, her intense willpower kept her from dying instantly; she reached out and gripped the Heart-Eating Ghost's long hair with all her might.

A moment later, the middle-aged woman's pupils slowly dilated, and her life force dissipated entirely.

Yet her palm remained tightly clenched, still clutching a few strands of long hair.

They were the hairs of the Heart-Eating Ghost.

The hair radiated a frigid, ghostly aura that corroded her palm into a gruesome wound, but she still refused to let go.

Even in death, her face bore an expression of infinite hatred.

With a "thud," the middle-aged woman's body fell to the ground.

Her head tilted to one side, perfectly positioned to gaze across at her husband, who had already perished on the floor.

A bizarre scene unfolded: from the corner of the middle-aged woman's eye, whose life had already completely faded, a single crystalline tear fell, and the corners of her mouth seemed to lift ever so slightly as she looked at her husband.

"Roar~"

The Heart-Eating Ghost was enraged; it seemed unable to comprehend how a mere mortal could possess such formidable willpower.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The Heart-Eating Ghost's foot stomped viciously onto the middle-aged woman's head. Half of her skull was shattered, and a large amount of red and white matter flowed onto the ground, yet her hand remained locked onto those few strands of hair radiating ghost energy.

The Heart-Eating Ghost raised its foot again, consumed by fury.

This mortal woman, no more than an ant before it, had actually dared to pull its hair?

Unforgivable!

Whoosh!

Just as its foot was about to descend, a thunderous shout rang out.

"You wicked beast, die!"

The voice sounded like a Yama from the depths of the Netherworld, chilling the hearts of men and causing the souls of ghosts to shatter in terror.

The Heart-Eating Ghost froze, instinctively looking toward the sky.

A streak of light flew down, vanishing into its head in the blink of an eye.

Rip~

A line of blood appeared across the top of the Heart-Eating Ghost's head, running down its entire body.

"This is..." The Heart-Eating Ghost's pupils contracted violently. It wanted to say something, but its consciousness vanished instantly, and its ghostly form was completely obliterated by that overwhelming surge of magical power.

Swish!

Fei Luo's figure appeared on the rooftop like a phantom, his brows deeply furrowed. "I arrived a step too late after all."

Immediately, Fei Luo turned his head to look toward the other side of the village.

There, dozens of fierce ghosts were herding the villagers.

The events unfolding in this courtyard were being mirrored all across the village.

A family had suffered a death, alerting their neighbors.

The surrounding neighbors had also risen one after another, discovering the invasion of the fierce ghosts.

For a time, the cries and screams of the people mingled with the roars of the fierce ghosts, creating a scene of absolute horror.

The commotion caused by Fei Luo drew the attention of the distant fierce ghosts.

In an instant, all the fierce ghosts paused.

They saw Fei Luo standing on a distant rooftop in the night sky, and they began to size him up.

Following closely behind, two underworld emissaries drifted over and appeared behind Fei Luo, standing like guards.

"Hmm? A human?" one of the fierce ghosts, whose head was rotting and devoid of hair, asked in surprise. "You two emissaries, this isn't a place you should be, is it? I suggest you be sensible; we ghosts of the mortal realm are not under the jurisdiction of your Netherworld."

There are countless ghosts in this world. Aside from anomalies like zombies that exist outside the Five Elements, ghosts are indeed not governed by the Netherworld; they have been the mortal enemies of demon hunters since time immemorial.

The commotion here, and the scene of the Heart-Eating Ghost being killed in an instant, went unnoticed by the other fierce ghosts.

However, since they could no longer sense the Heart-Eating Ghost's aura, all the fierce ghosts assumed that the two netherworld envoys had killed it.

Fei Luo's aura was hidden and unreleased; how could mere fierce ghosts possibly discern his true depth?

"Help, my lords, help!"

"Please, save us!"

The appearance of Fei Luo also allowed the dozen or so panicked villagers to see a glimmer of hope.

They could not see the netherworld envoys and assumed the fierce ghosts were speaking to Fei Luo.

Regardless, anyone who could appear here must be no ordinary mortal.

"We will not interfere, but tonight's affairs are all under the jurisdiction of my young master. We are merely his attendants," Zhang Wu said eerily, addressing the wicked ghost.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm?"

The ghosts were all taken aback, looking toward Fei Luo once more.

How could a mere human make netherworld envoys lower their posture to such a degree, willing to serve as guards?

But the next moment, the ghosts' pupils constricted as Fei Luo's figure vanished from atop the roof.

"Oh no." The fierce ghost that had just been clamoring at the two envoys didn't even finish its sentence before it looked at Fei Luo in terror, and then its consciousness vanished entirely.

"Hiss~"

The two netherworld soldiers drew a sharp breath, exchanging glances as they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Such incredible speed!

Fei Luo was so fast that the ghosts couldn't even track him; he had reached out a hand and crushed that fierce ghost's neck in the blink of an eye.

"Roar~" A withered, fierce ghost dressed in black, its entire body looking as if it had been charred, shouted, "Attack together! Kill him!"

As the Burned Ghost's voice fell, the other ghosts, disregarding how Fei Luo had killed the previous one, shrieked and lunged at him.

"Heavenly Fire Incantation!"

Fei Luo formed a seal with one hand, his movements reaching the pinnacle of speed as he completed the incantation gesture in an instant.

His chest swelled, his cheeks puffed out, and he blew gently toward the charging ghosts.

BOOM!

Like a massive sea of gasoline igniting, a wall of fire dozens of feet high appeared before the ghosts, instantly swallowing them whole. The blinding light illuminated the entire night, leaving the surviving villagers and the ghosts who hadn't yet lunged forward in a daze.

"Ah!"

"No!! It burns!"

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

"Impossible!"

Within the flames, the wave of charging fierce ghosts let out shrill, miserable screams, with some even crying out that Fei Luo's technique was sorcery.

Two seconds later, the flames dissipated, and the ghosts had vanished, all reduced to nothingness in the intense fire.

"Gulp~"

"Gulp~"

In the silent night sky, aside from the scorching heat waves, the sound of countless people swallowing their saliva was remarkably distinct.