"Well, well... even with my luck, things shouldn't be this bad..." Feng Bujue's first reaction was, "Did this desk lamp just happen to break down at this exact moment?" And his second reaction was, "Or... did the battery inside just run out the instant I turned off the light?"

"Ugh... ah..."

While Jue-Ge was still wondering why the desk lamp wasn't working, the evil spirit within the chrysalis was already moaning... and tearing open the large pupa.

Hearing the noise, Feng Bujue turned around and retreated to the metal door. While observing the evil spirit's movements through the camera, he bumped the door twice with his elbow. "Hey! Section Chief Gu! Things seem a bit off! Any further instructions?"

He waited for several seconds, but no one responded...

"This guy's really gone..." At this point, cold sweat started to form on Feng Bujue's brow.

*Puchi*—

At this moment, the sound of cloth being torn apart rang out.

Feng Bujue turned his head to look and discovered that the evil spirit had completely ripped open the pupa and was hanging upside down, unfolding its body.

Its appearance was particularly horrifying. Its head was like several corpses fused together, and its skull was cracked open, with streaks of foul-smelling corpse oil dripping from the opening in its head... Its torso was shaped like a pea, appearing bloated and obese, while its limbs were as thin as firewood, emaciated and bony.

"Hmm... this style is quite avant-garde." Feng Bujue held the camera in one hand, aimed at the target, and simply grabbed the desk lamp with the other... preparing to use it to hit the opponent.

"Hehehe..." When the evil spirit saw Jue-Ge, it let out a malicious laugh. After a few chuckles, it flipped over and jumped to the ground, then walked towards Feng Bujue step by step.

"Heh—ptui!" When the evil spirit approached within two meters, Feng Bujue made his first attempt—spitting at the guy.

By chance... the spittle flew right into the opening in the evil spirit's head.

"Huh?" The evil spirit was clearly stunned for a moment. Two seconds later, it actually spoke, "What are you doing?"

"He can actually talk..." Feng Bujue muttered in a complaining tone.

"Nonsense," the evil spirit replied. "Ghosts used to be people, so of course they can talk." It paused for a moment, then asked again, "I'm asking you a question, what are you doing?"

"I... wanted to see if saliva could destroy you," Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh..." the evil spirit continued, "So, after trying it, how does it feel?"

"From my observation... it doesn't seem to work," Feng Bujue replied.

"Not only does it not work, it's disgusting, you know?" the evil spirit snapped.

"Well... sorry." Jue-Ge thought about it and felt that he was indeed in the wrong, so he apologized. But immediately afterward, he asked another question, "By the way... since you can talk, I'd like to confirm something with you... can virgin boy urine exorcise ghosts?"

Upon hearing this, the evil spirit actually took two steps back and sized up Jue-Ge, before replying, "Hmm... no."

"Okay." Feng Bujue showed a hint of disappointment and shrugged in reply.

"Also... I can tell you definitively," the evil spirit added, "Someone like you, whose spiritual consciousness hasn't even been awakened, has virtually no chance of surviving in my hands."

"Oh? Can you explain in detail?" Feng Bujue still hadn't given up on trying to get information out of the other party.

"No time!" But the evil spirit didn't buy it. As it spoke, it pressed forward again. "Anyway, once I extract your soul and fill my Dharmakaya, you'll naturally know."

"Om mani padme hum!" Seeing this, Feng Bujue hastily chanted the Six-Syllable Mantra and picked up the desk lamp, swinging it at the evil spirit.

After several months of training (the training method he had already told v1 about), Feng Bujue's physique had undergone obvious changes. Although his basic physical fitness was still not comparable to that of professional athletes, he was definitely not the weak otaku type anymore.

Don't look down on the fact that he was only holding a desk lamp, but it was still a hard object... if it hit someone's head, it could potentially kill them on the spot.

"Hmph..." However, facing Jue-Ge's attack, the Evil Spirit Brother only responded with a sneer.

*Whoosh*—

Sure enough, Jue-Ge's full-force strike... missed completely. Because he used extreme force and didn't hit the expected point of impact, he stumbled and fell forward... and the camera in his other hand also fell to the ground.

"Can't... touch it..." By the time Feng Bujue realized that he couldn't touch his opponent, it was already too late.

However, Jue-Ge, who had lost his balance, didn't fall to the ground... Leaning forward, he was supported by the evil spirit with one hand, grabbing him by the—neck.

"Cough—uh..." The massive force coming from his throat caused Jue-Ge's face to turn from red to purple in an instant.

The next second, the evil spirit took a step forward, grabbed Feng Bujue by the neck, and lifted him over his head, pinning him against the wall. "You're a bold one, but unfortunately... you don't have enough righteousness and no spiritual consciousness. Entering my ghost realm is your tribulation..."

"Why can he touch me, but I can't touch him..." Even in this situation, Feng Bujue's brain still hadn't stopped thinking. "And this guy's grip strength is too outrageous... this won't do, my consciousness is already starting to blur... using force to break free is obviously not going to work... I have to say something quickly... something that will make him waver... I have to make him put me down... I have to think of a reason for him to put me down... Feng Bujue... think quickly... while your brain hasn't stopped functioning due to lack of oxygen... hurry... no... I can't even talk... I..."

"...Will die?"

At this moment, Feng Bujue entered a state of extreme limit, something he had never experienced before (in the real world)... the feeling of being on the verge of death.

"What's going on?" Suddenly, Jue-Ge's eyes saw something. "I... see..."

Just a few seconds ago, everything in front of him was pitch black. Even if there was still a bit of light left in the room, he couldn't see the spiritual entity without the camera...

But in this instant, he clearly saw everything in the darkness...

The walls covered in talismans, the torn pupa, the corpse oil dripping on the ground, and... the evil spirit in front of him.

*Pa*—

Without knowing where he got the strength, Jue-Ge picked up the desk lamp again (he had been holding it in his hand and hadn't dropped it) and smashed it into the side of the evil spirit's face.

"Ah..." This time, the evil spirit was hit squarely. He cried out in pain and instinctively released the hand that was strangling him.

Feng Bujue was finally freed from the opponent's grip... When his feet landed, the blood rushed to his head, causing him to feel dizzy and unsteady.

But... he ultimately didn't fall. After a series of rapid breaths and coughs, he managed to steady himself.

"You..." The evil spirit, who had retreated three meters away, had a slight change in expression. "So, you have spiritual consciousness..."

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled. That evil, crazy, chilling smile returned to his face once again. "Although I'm not quite sure what spiritual consciousness is, I know... at this moment, I can see my surroundings clearly, and I can touch you."

"Oh? So, he just awakened it..." the evil spirit thought to himself.

Thinking of this, he regained some confidence and said to Jue-Ge with a sinister smile, "Hehe... do you think that just because you can see me and touch me, you can beat me?"

"From my observation, your strength is indeed a bit stronger than the average human level," Feng Bujue replied calmly. "But in terms of speed, I have the advantage. Furthermore... your body type doesn't seem suitable for combat. I'd bet in the ghost realm... you're just a small fry who can only kill those without spiritual consciousness."

"Hmph! You insolent child... how dare you speak such nonsense!" The evil spirit was clearly hit where it hurt by Jue-Ge, so it became enraged. It immediately roared and lunged at Jue-Ge.

"A small fry is just a small fry..." Feng Bujue's face was grim, and he calmly bent over and moved... with a flash, he reached the opponent's side. "With a little provocation, you immediately made such a foolish attack that anyone could see through..."

In that split second, Jue-Ge pushed with his hand and tripped with his foot, using the evil spirit's own momentum to push it to the ground.

"How dare you..." After falling flat on its face, the evil spirit was even more enraged. It immediately rolled half a circle on the ground, preparing to sit up and fight the opponent for another three hundred rounds.

Unexpectedly...

Just as it turned its face over, before it could even bend over, a metal folding chair came smashing towards its face.

*Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa*—

"m LgBd... you dared to strangle me! You're looking for death! You bastard..." Feng Bujue grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, hitting the evil spirit repeatedly with extremely high frequency and force. With each hit, he muttered a curse, the words echoing the sounds of the impacts...

"You... this... ah..." The evil spirit was beaten until it couldn't get up. Before long, it adopted a posture of hugging its head and curling up, screaming in agony.

As for Feng Bujue... even though he saw his opponent weakening, he didn't stop at all, continuing to beat him with great enthusiasm.

*Squeak*—

At this moment, the room's metal door was pushed open from the outside, and the light from the corridor shone in.

"Alright, come out once you've had enough." Gu Chen's figure reappeared at the door.

With his appearance, the cold feeling in the room suddenly disappeared... and the evil spirit vanished into thin air in the light.

"Haa... haa..." Seeing this, Feng Bujue put down the chair and took a few breaths. After he had caught his breath, he glared at Gu Chen at the door and said, "You came just in time..."

He only said half of this sentence, then picked up the chair again, strode forward, and swung it at Gu Chen at the door.

However... the next second, Feng Bujue only felt a flash of red light in front of his eyes.

Then he heard a "clanging..." sound.

When he came back to his senses, the metal folding chair in his hand had been reduced to dozens of finger-length iron pipes and parts, which were falling to the ground. Upon closer inspection... he could even see that the edges of these fragments were very neat, as if they had been cut open by a sharp blade...

"Come, let's talk somewhere else." Gu Chen's expression and tone... were as if nothing had happened. He continued from where he left off, "Follow me." As he spoke, he put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk forward.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue stood there dumbfounded for five seconds, then the two pieces of iron pipe in his hands fell to the ground. "Okay..." Then he followed.