What did the Soul Falling Bell fall?

Bang!

At the end of the long corridor, the lights flickered dimly.

Lin Yuan crashed to the ground with a thud. Before his mind could even process what had happened, a chilling coldness erupted from his chest like a will-o'-the-wisp.

He instinctively tried to shout, but suddenly a shadowy figure flashed before his eyes. Before he could react, a point of dull grey-green light struck first, aiming straight for Lin Yuan's forehead.

Then came a strange spear shadow, like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea.

Just as Lin Yuan's forehead was about to be pierced, a golden light suddenly burst from his chest.

This was the Amulet of Evil Warding Armor that Lin Yuan's father had obtained from Qiyun Temple. It cost ten gold coins each and was only available to those with the right fortune.

The golden light scattered and erupted, and Lin Yuan finally broke free from the grip of fear. He angrily blurted out, "Heavenly Venerate save me, Amulet of Evil Warding Armor, protect me completely! Ah—"

Before his cry had faded, the spear shadow before him indeed paused for a moment, seemingly unable to break through the protection of the golden light.

And in that moment of pause, Lin Yuan finally saw what had attacked him—

Wait, what is this thing?

A small figure, about a foot tall, wielding a foot-long small spear. Its features were somewhat blurry, yet its tiny body exuded an awe-inspiring divine aura.

Lin Yuan was utterly terrified. He had never seen such a strange creature in his life!

Let alone seeing it, he couldn't even imagine such a thing existed in the world!

"Who are you?" he asked hurriedly.

The other party didn't answer. The long spear, however, pressed against the golden light, like a divine weapon about to pierce the chaotic heavenly light, charging forward fiercely.

The golden light of the Amulet of Evil Warding Armor seemed to be retreating.

Why?

The golden light of the amulet was ineffective against this being?

Only the armor provided some effect, but its power was limited.

Lin Yuan's heart was pounding in his chest. His mind felt like it was exploding with white light. Blood rushed to his head, and he could only blurt out incoherently, "Your Excellency is unaffected by the golden light of the amulet, so you must not be an evil spirit. You should be a Divine General descended to the mortal realm.

Divine General, spare my life! Although I come from a wealthy family, I have never done evil deeds in my life.

I am kind and merciful to those below me, respectful and courteous to those above me. I, I am filial to my parents... I already have a twin brother who has died. If I die now, what will become of my aged parents?

Divine General, have mercy, please spare me!"

The small figure with the spear did not answer, only pushing the spear forward.

The golden light grew thinner and thinner. Lin Yuan, lying on the ground, was completely suppressed by the other party's inexplicable aura, unable to move.

Seeing that his pleas were useless, he couldn't help but ask, "May I ask who you are? What grudge do we have between us?

If I have done anything wrong, can I apologize to you?

I, I am willing to offer ten gold... no, a hundred gold. I am willing to offer a hundred gold to beg you to spare my life..."

Just as the spear was about to completely pierce the last sliver of golden light, the cold glint of the spear tip seemed to have reached Lin Yuan's forehead.

Lin Yuan's right hand, placed at his side, finally moved.

In a flash, Lin Yuan broke free from the suppression and shook the small bronze bell at his waist.

He shouted, "Vengeful spirits of the Young Ghosts, heed my command! Drop their souls, extinguish their lives!"

Jingle bell—

As the bell rang, hazy black energy shot out like wisps of smoke.

Upon contact with the golden light on Lin Yuan's body, the black energy instantly emitted crackling sounds like fire roasting.

Lin Yuan, however, continued to forcefully activate it, completely disregarding the clash between the golden light and the black energy on his body.

Within the black energy, several figures resembling young servants were entangled and floating. These child-like figures twisted and struggled, letting out silent shrieks. Black mist, like flowing water, poured from their faces, breaking through the golden light barrier and charging towards the small figure with the spear.

"Die!"

Lin Yuan roared.

"Ah—"

His ferocious and excited expression froze on his face.

The few black figures that flew out of the bell rushed towards the small figure with the spear. The moment they made contact, it was as if they had lunged at a ball of air.

They couldn't hit anything, let alone snatch the opponent's soul.

"No, impossible!" Lin Yuan let out a final, hoarse cry. "How is this possible? Even if you are some Divine General... no, even if you are a puppet, the person controlling you should have a soul! How could my Soul Dropping Bell be useless?

Who exactly are you? Are you, are you... Chen?"

The black figures missed, passing through the body of the small figure with the spear.

At this moment, the spear finally broke through the last bit of golden light obstruction and pierced Lin Yuan's forehead.

The spear tip pushed forward, and a divine power erupted, piercing his skull as easily as piercing soft tofu. Pfft!

A splash of blood appeared.

Lin Yuan's eyes widened, and he died with his eyes open.

But this was not the end. The moment Lin Yuan's physical body died, the twisted shadows he had previously commanded moved in unison, trembling for a moment as if electrocuted.

Then, all the shadows turned at once.

They widened their blurry eyes and let out silent screams.

Among them, only one shadow's form was slightly clearer. If a familiar person were present, they would have been able to recognize the shadow as Lin Qi's personal servant, Song Yan, by his features.

Shengyu Workshop, Chen Xu was not very familiar with Song Yan's appearance, so through the perspective of the Mud Pill Dao Soldier, Chen Xu did not recognize Song Yan at first.

But at this moment, as the shadows screamed silently, Chen Xu clearly understood the silent language that ordinary people could not comprehend through the Dao Soldier's ears.

It was Ghost Speech.

"Eldest Young Master, you're dead..."

"Eldest Young Master, you're actually dead, so it's our turn now."

"Eldest Young Master, your soul is so dark, I really like to eat it."

"Eldest Young Master, I am Song Yan. I have explained all of my young master's actions in detail to you, so why do you still want to kill me?"

"I didn't hide anything..."

"I just broke a teacup, and you said I was disrespectful to you, using the teacup to represent you. You wanted to dig out my eyes and peel my skin to make this evil artifact..."

"You have this day too."

"Wuwuwu..."

Ghostly wails and cries, ghostly weeping and howling.

The shadows twisted, clung together, and wailed, lunging toward Lin Yuan's corpse.

His body contained the soul that had not yet fully transformed into a ghost.

The residual soul let out a scream that ordinary people could not hear.

"Hee hee hee, the arm is mine!"

"Legs, give me the legs..."

"Young Master, your eyes are mine!"

The ghostly wails were silent.

Only the Wind-Resisting Lanterns under the long corridor swayed in the night, casting dense shadows of the surrounding flowers and trees.

Two streets away, a Young Daoist holding a compass, walking out of an alley, suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed, "Such dense ghostly energy and malevolent aura, what happened? Oh no, I fear a great ghost is about to be born, let's go!"

A small Gray Donkey followed the Young Daoist.

The Daoist tried to lead the donkey forward, but the stubborn donkey bucked and retreated at this moment.

It took the Daoist all his might to finally drag the donkey along.