Evil Spirits

"Director Wang is already dead."

Mei Ye said flatly.

"Yes, the day he died, the two of us stripped away his soul and tortured it for several years. Later, his soul grew increasingly fragile and dissipated on its own."

The young girl smiled as if she could still see the scene of her long-awaited revenge.

"Then why continue to harm people afterward?"

"One person cannot commit such great evil; he was indulged by others... Unless everyone is killed, this revenge is not over."

"So, do you think I came here to seek justice for Director Wang?"

The girl was startled. She looked at Mei Ye and stared at him intently for a long time.

"No..."

The girl shook her head. At this moment, she felt her efforts had been in vain.

The other party seemed to have come for some benefit; his gaze was incomparably indifferent, like a pure machine.

He did not care about the hidden circumstances; he only cared about whether he could kill them quickly.

"Why talk so much to him! Kill him quickly! He made me suffer so much!"

Jin Hong roared in the girl's arms, filled with immense hatred.

Mei Ye had severely wounded him, and he wished he could turn Mei Ye into a puppet to take his revenge.

The girl looked at Jin Hong and comforted him softly, "Alright, I will kill him right away."

Having said that, she suddenly grabbed Jin Hong by the throat and twisted it with force, snapping it.

Jin Hong's eyes bulged, his wooden eyeballs rolled out, and his tongue lolled out, looking incredibly dull.

At this moment, a white form drifted out from Jin Hong's puppet body and quickly fled toward the outside.

However, the girl gave a light wave, and the white, transparent form was pulled back. She parted her red lips and swallowed it in one gulp.

A moment later, she took a deep breath, feeling a sense of satiety.

The aura around her body became more powerful.

Wen Siyi was extremely astonished. Killing a teammate before the battle? Was this a surrender?

The girl only then noticed Wen Siyi's oddity and smiled, "Don't misunderstand, this is a punishment—because he had a change of heart."

The girl revealed a nostalgic expression, "We were once a close couple, and even after turning into demons, we swore never to be separated."

"But he lied to me. In fact, he preferred younger and prettier women. Heh, men, they really are all cut from the same cloth as Director Wang."

Wen Siyi curled her lips, wanting to say that it had nothing to do with her, but she felt it would be useless.

Swish—!

Mei Ye drew his blade, his aura rising imposingly, his eyes overflowing with killing intent.

The girl no longer had the heart for small talk. Mei Ye was the least patient here; he seemed somewhat restless after Jin Hong's death.

Mei Ye stared fixedly at the girl, as if he were placing her on a must-kill list.

Under this pressure, the girl's body underwent a series of changes. Her clothes were torn apart, revealing terrifying limbs. The puppet's limbs supported her torso, and she stood several meters tall, looking down at Mei Ye.

A thick, oppressive demonic aura filled the warehouse. The warehouse, unable to bear the burden, groaned and creaked before collapsing and disintegrating. Sunlight shone in from outside, and with a loud rumble, everyone stood upon the earth.

The puppet looked at the bright daylight with slight discomfort.

Ever since she became a ghost, she had hated the sun.

The sun could not illuminate her world, neither in life nor in death.

Later, she figured out the method of attaching herself to puppets, and after killing many people without being sanctioned, she no longer felt any aversion to the sun.

But today,

The bright sun made her body feel a stinging pain, as if judgment day had finally arrived.

"My fate is determined by me, not by heaven."

Her expression was cold; nothing could judge her.

The earth trembled, and the puppet rushed forward. The enemy was right ahead!

Mei Ye charged to meet her. The blade light blinded the eyes, and the sole of his boot kicked into the puppet's wooden joints, shaking her massive body.

The puppet's countless limbs attacked Mei Ye simultaneously, like the hundred legs of a centipede.

A purple light descended silently, and an explosion erupted behind Mei Ye.

The ground was scorched into a charred crater, and gravel flew everywhere.

Mei Ye wove through the purple light. His skin, glowing with the luster of glazed gold, turned him into a streak of light, hacking at the puppet's countless joints amidst her encirclement.

The blade light poured down like a rainstorm, each strike precisely hitting the weak points of the puppet's joints.

Wen Siyi stood far to the side, her beautiful eyes fixed on Mei Ye in the fray. Even though it was so dangerous here, she was not afraid; she even watched from close range.

When she saw Mei Ye's masterful swordsmanship and graceful movements, her eyes sparkled, as if she were watching a free boxing match.

"Yin Thunder Fire!"

The puppet spun on the ground, whipping up a whirlwind. Mei Ye increased the distance for a better attack.

A cluster of blue, eerie fire appeared, and the surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees.

The ghostly blue flames danced in the puppet's palms. Wherever they passed, the air condensed into white frost, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of ice. The flames had no heat; instead, they radiated a bone-chilling cold.

The cold, eerie aura shrouded the area, and even the sunlight became blurred.

The bone-chilling fireballs were in the puppet's hands. The puppet stared at Mei Ye with murderous intent and suddenly hurled the flames at him.

This fire was a unique skill she had cultivated for many years.

Ghosts feared fire, but this fire contained the curse of her hatred for the world; it was a tool she used to torture people.

As she threw the flames, the cold black energy crawled over like a festering sore.

In a sea of churning blue fire, Mei Ye's hair was blown back, and his black eyes were illuminated with golden light.

He crouched to gather momentum, golden light emerging from his body. Those black energies seemed to have encountered a natural predator; they cowered and dared not approach him.

His skin shimmered with a glazed luster, his appearance solemn and majestic, his every movement possessing immense power.

In the distance, Wen Siyi let out an "oh," staring at Mei Ye's form as if she had witnessed something extraordinary.

The great fire swept over, incinerating all things. The smoke twisted, groaning in the sky about the chaos on earth.

Mei Ye did not dodge or evade; he charged straight through. His golden-glowing skin acted like a shield. Those hideous and terrifying flames could not penetrate his body; they were all reflected back and scrambled to flee.

The puppet saw this scene and, unable to react in time, subconsciously assumed a defensive posture. But Mei Ye held his sharp, peerless blade high and, like a god of war under the sun, slashed down fiercely.

Puchi!

The puppet was split in two. Although no blood was revealed, the puppet's rage only served to highlight Mei Ye's formidable martial prowess.

The blade edge cleaved down from the top of the puppet's head. The wooden body split from the middle, and debris drifted away like snowflakes. The two halves of the puppet's body toppled to the sides, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

"Rustle..."

In the school, some eerie humanoid figures appeared in the shadows. They crawled out from the classrooms, disassembling into individual joint parts, and quickly combined with the puppet.

These were manufactured puppets whose original bodies were already dead.

After the girl replenished her body, she stood up shakily. At this moment, she looked at Mei Ye with eyes full of caution.

Mei Ye pressed his advantage, swinging his long blade continuously. The blade erupted with astonishing power in his hands; the naked eye could not keep up with his speed. The flames could not burn his body, and her defenses could not block his attacks.

Unbreakable! Invincible!

"The perfected Vast Blade Art..."

Both Wen Siyi and the puppet girl recognized this blade art and were momentarily stunned.

How many people in the world practiced this blade art?

Probably millions.

But a perfected blade art was rare, because the power of a martial art was not as important as one's cultivation realm.

Once a martial art reached the great achievement stage, continuing to cultivate it had a low cost-benefit ratio.

At that point, switching to other martial arts or raising one's realm was more practical.

"Fight!"

Mei Ye roared, golden light erupting. The silver-white blade light poured down like a heavenly river, washing over the mortal world.

The puppet girl's massive body had to attack Mei Ye like swatting a mosquito, but Mei Ye's agility was extremely high.

His every strike was a strike of ten thousand jun of force.

His every punch was a punch of ten thousand jun of force.

The floor beneath his feet was shattered by his steps, the puppet's limbs were severed by him, and the air was blasted apart by him.

Nothing could stop him! Nothing could withstand him!

The puppet girl retreated step by step, her body teetering.

The summoned flames were also as fragile as paper.

Mei Ye entered a realm of no one, wantonly pouring out his violence and despair.

The puppet girl gradually grew weak, and her wooden body developed many cracks.

Like a piece of porcelain, cracks spread from the puppet's surface, covering her entire body like a spiderweb.

Black energy seeped from the fissures, writhing like countless snakes.

Mei Ye stared fixedly at the puppet's body, his power climbing continuously, crushing everything about the puppet.

Ever since the Glazed Treasure Body Art had been bestowed upon him, his blood and energy had been inexhaustible, as if he could be the Foolish Old Man, using his pickaxe to endlessly dig through mountains and level the seas.

Whoosh—!!

The girl finally could not take it anymore and let out a scream.

"Ah!"

She summoned all the flames around her, and purple light bombarded Mei Ye incessantly.

The purple light and blue fire intertwined into a web of death, blasting toward Mei Ye from all directions.

Explosions followed one after another, the ground was blasted into charred craters, and Mei Ye's body was wrapped in purple light.

But Mei Ye was also excited; he felt no pain, and even felt joy at the other party's resistance.

His blade slashed continuously at the puppet. Black energy rose constantly, and the puppet girl's aura grew weaker and weaker.

With every strike that landed, large amounts of wood chips flew off, and the puppet's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black energy was shredded by the blade aura, emitting shrill shrieks.

Even at the end, the puppet completely collapsed. A translucent white soul darted out from the wreckage. As the sunlight shone upon it, white smoke immediately rose from the soul's surface, emitting a "hissing" burning sound.

The soul twisted and deformed, desperately fleeing toward the shadows.

Mei Ye's eyes sharpened. He flew over, leaped into the air, and the blade light, like a rainbow, cleaved through the center of the soul.

"Ah—"

Amidst the screams, golden light erupted from Mei Ye's body, rising like a small sun.

The severed soul trembled violently under the illumination of the golden light. Black energy gushed out from the wounds, emitting a "hissing" corrosive sound.

He slashed continuously, preventing the ghost from escaping, and hacked the ghost into a pulp.

The blade light was like a storm; the soul was cut into countless fragments, each one dissolving in the golden light. The shrill screams gradually weakened, finally returning to dead silence.

The puppet girl died completely, her soul scattered, losing consciousness amidst her screams.

And her flames also vanished from the world.

[Eliminated an early-stage Qi Gathering Realm powerhouse, Merit Points +3452]

Mei Ye landed on the ground, his blade edge sharp and gleaming with cold light. As the sea of fire faded, his back, standing amidst the ruins, appeared tall and domineering.

Wen Siyi had never seen such a person; stars were practically appearing in her eyes.

Mei Ye sheathed his blade. With the faint sound of police sirens approaching in the distance, it was time for him to leave.

"Wait,"

Wen Siyi hurried to catch up, "What martial art was that? A new hard-body martial art? Hmm... it has a Buddhist charm to it."

"Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt."

Mei Ye replied perfunctorily.

He only knew that this girl was very pretty and perhaps had a good family background, but after killing the demon, he was only thinking about his bonus.

Outside the school gate, the pedestrians had all fled. Mei Ye glanced at Wen Siyi, "That demon is dead. Now, you are off school, and I am off work."

"Big brother, you still haven't told me who you are."

At the final moment of parting, Wen Siyi asked earnestly.

She looked up, her gaze lingering on Mei Ye's stunning face.

This time, there was no falseness like when they first met; it was filled with intense interest.

It was as if she wanted to see through the soul beneath Mei Ye's beautiful exterior.

But Mei Ye did not answer the girl. He turned to the side, wind gathering beneath his feet, and with a whoosh, his afterimages flickered.

Mei Ye disappeared directly from the spot.

"Big brother! Will you still stay at the Demon Suppression Bureau?"

Seeing that he had run off, Wen Siyi felt a sudden panic for some reason and hurried to follow.

Unfortunately,

Mei Ye's speed was even faster.

Like the wind with no place to rest, he dissipated into the world in an instant.