Supernatural Ability!

Wang Shan walked straight towards the teaching building along the overgrown playground.

At this moment, he had a strange doll made of hair in his hand, and as he walked, he seemed to be sensing something.

"Strange, why can't I sense much yin energy even after getting here?"

Wang Shan muttered to himself.

The doubts had been there for a while.

It took him almost a week to get to Qingsha City. Besides the fact that his place of residence was indeed a bit far from Qingsha City and the trouble of changing buses and boats along the way, he also deliberately set aside time to let the newly formed Evil Spirit have a hearty meal of blood.

However, after arriving in Qingsha, he immediately bought the latest newspaper, but he didn't see any news reports about any series of tragedies that had occurred in the nearby middle school and neighborhood.

"Has something gone wrong?"

Wang Shan frowned slightly, a bad premonition gradually rising in his heart.

But since we've already arrived, we definitely have to go in and take a look.

Guided by the faint senses emanating from the hair doll in his hand, he quickly entered an old, abandoned school building, climbed the stairs step by step, and found the classroom recorded in the notes of Chuma Wugan.

Wang Shan sensed something was wrong as soon as he entered the classroom.

The floor was so clean, with hardly any dust, it didn't look like an old classroom that had been abandoned for years and never been cleaned.

"Daji!"

Wang Shan patted his satchel, and a crisp sound of bone bells came from inside. Immediately afterward, it seemed as if something darted out of the satchel quickly.

The next second, the desks and chairs piled haphazardly in front of Wang Shan seemed to be grabbed by invisible hands and quickly thrown aside.

In no time, the corner of the classroom was cleared out. When Wang Shan walked up and forcefully tore off the thin wallpaper covering the back wall of the classroom, he saw what was behind the wall and his heart sank.

"You're late."

Wang Shan stared at the scene before him with a grim expression Chuma Wuqian, a spirit-summoning array for creating malevolent spirits.

However, the other doll, which should have been located in the center of the magic circle, had disappeared. Judging from the torn ink lines on it, it was still new.

"Someone beat me to it and took away the Evil Spirit that I had already prepared!"

Wang Shan reluctantly inspected the entire wall several times before finally accepting the reality.

Chuma Wugan was already dead; he had witnessed the other being burned to a crisp by Wengzan's surrendered troops. But besides him, who else knew about this place?

Chuma Wuqian's notebook has always been in his possession; he has almost never let it out of his sight over the years.

"Could it be that some other exorcist accidentally discovered that this place is housing a fierce spirit of exceptional quality?"

Wang Shan thought of the most likely outcome and couldn't help but groan inwardly. If that were the case, he would be incredibly unlucky. He had waited a full ten years for this day!

"Boom!"

A loud bang jolted Wang Shan out of his immense frustration and despair. He turned his head sharply, his pupils contracting sharply.

A terrifying monster, over two meters tall, with sharp horns on its head that almost reached the ceiling, appeared a few meters behind him.

The monster was long and slender, with its limbs and toes resembling sharp knives. It was panting heavily, and a strong smell of blood and sulfur emanated from its ferocious mouth and nose. Its pair of scarlet eyes, like burning embers, were fixed on Wang Shan, filled with cruelty and tyranny.

"Call--"

Suddenly, the monster lunged forward!

Wang Shan's expression changed drastically, and he almost instinctively let out a scream, "Daji!!"

A sharp, piercing meow suddenly rang out in the empty classroom!

The next instant, with a loud "boom," the oncoming monster and an unseen shadow collided violently.

The latter seemed to possess extraordinary strength, instantly sending the two-meter-tall monster flying. The two wrestled and rolled around near the classroom podium, their low howls and meows mingling together.

Wang Shan didn't even bother to check the results; he took off running towards the back door of the classroom.

"A trap! This is a fucking trap!!"

Wang Shan is now certain that his previous guess was correct.

Indeed, another sorcerer got involved. That sorcerer not only took away the Evil Spirit Evil Spirit left behind by Chuma Wugan before him, but he even wanted to take him away as well!

Judging from the monsters that just appeared, the enemy sorcerer is probably using the Corpse Summoning technique.

Damn it, he has to find a way to escape quickly!

Wang Shan left the classroom, he pulled out one strange thing after another from his satchel and ran quickly down the stairs he had come from.

Before he could descend more than a few flights of stairs, a lithe black figure suddenly leaped up, knocking the handrail askew, and pounced in front of him.

It's that same monster again!

The second one!

"Beep--!"

Wang Shan pressed his body tightly against the wall of the stairwell, his face deathly pale, and desperately blew a bone whistle!

A sharp, piercing whistle rang out, and the monster paused for a moment. Taking advantage of this, Wang Shan frantically shook a string of bone bells in his hand.

"Jingle bells..."

Accompanied by the ethereal and eerie sound of bells, one unseen shadow after another sprang out from the bone bells. The countless tiny shadows pounced on the monster, screaming, biting, and pulling, eventually dragging it to the edge of the stairs. With a sway, the monster fell straight down from the third floor.

Wang Shan walked to the broken handrail, glanced down, his eyes flashing, gritted his teeth, and turned back.

He planned to go down the stairs on the other side.

But as soon as I stepped onto the third floor of the teaching building, I turned my head and saw a tall and straight young man standing across the corridor, holding a brand-new, dark AK in both hands, looking at me calmly.

"Whoosh--"

When the first bullet whizzed through the air, Wang Shan's breath seemed to stop; he froze for a moment.

Following closely behind--

"Da da da..."

The continuous gunfire rang out like popping beans. Wang Shan screamed in agony, his whole body trembling, and he was forced to retreat.

He took only a few steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud, countless specks of cement flying around him...

"Daji!!!"

Wang Shan endured the excruciating pain in his body, let out a cry, and at the same time desperately mobilized the Spirit Thread energy within his body.

But a thought was also racing through his mind.

--This... this... this is a little different from what he imagined?!

"Um?!"

Cheng Sheng, holding an AK, stared strangely at the man he had indiscriminately fired at not far away.

The dozen or so bullets he just fired hit the man's lower body quite a bit; normally, both of his legs should have been broken or destroyed.

Although the man screamed pitifully, not a single drop of blood flowed from his body.

Cheng Sheng had excellent eyesight and saw that the bullet wounds under the man's tattered trousers were healing at an astonishing speed.

"Is this the power of a subjugation master?"

Cheng Sheng's eyes widened in surprise. Just then, a sharp sound, like a cat's meow, pierced through the concrete floors.

Before Cheng Sheng could react, he felt something forcefully throw him into his arms.

Immediately afterward, a chilling current pierced through his chest, like an ice pick, stabbing fiercely into his heart!

Thump!

Cheng Sheng's heart skipped a beat, then was gripped tightly by a small, cold hand.

He froze, his face slowly turning bluish-purple...