In the words of the female ghost, this Crow Mountain held significant meaning for the Crow Daoist.
Especially the Yin Corpse Land here, which was extremely rare.
It was his important cultivation dojo for the past ten years.
Now that it had been destroyed, the blow to the Crow Daoist was undoubtedly immense.
Finding another such evil land was as difficult as finding a geomantic treasure trove.
Of course, the Crow Daoist had also issued a dire warning, vowing to take our lives in a month.
But neither Master nor Daoist Tang took these words to heart.
In fact, the two old fellows were even eager.
Because they wanted to capture this Crow Daoist and uncover the "Netherworld Cult" behind him, a mysterious and sinister organization.
This Crow Daoist captured wandering souls and ghosts from the surroundings.
Besides eating them himself and feeding his ghost slaves, he would send batches away at regular intervals.
Master and Daoist Tang speculated.
These sent-away ghosts were likely handed over to that evil cult organization.
After all, this organization specialized in raising ghosts and raising corpses.
And to raise ghosts and corpses, apart from some special evil magical methods.
It also required consuming many living souls.
These captured wandering souls and ghosts were very likely sent to some secret location to be fed to the ghost-raising and corpse-raising practices.
Now that we had encountered this trade, we understood how deep and terrifying the industry was.
The flip side of the city always harbored restless people and affairs.
First, there was the demonic Daoist Miao Nanzi, who sought longevity by feeding on ghosts.
Then, there was the old Huangpizi from the mountains who sold "tofu pudding" in exchange for human souls.
And now, the demonic Crow Daoist from the Netherworld Cult had appeared.
And this was in our small Qing Mountain City.
If this scope were to expand, it was truly hard to imagine.
How many evil deeds and vicious people there were in this world.
We left the Yin Corpse Land and walked down the mountain.
The place where Steward Li had hidden before was now empty.
It was assumed that Steward Li had already descended the mountain alone.
We called out a few times in the vicinity. Seeing no response, we continued our way down the mountain.
Until we reached the foot of the mountain, where a head slowly emerged from behind a nearby rock.
We noticed him immediately.
Mo Ting even shouted in that direction:
"Who?"
Hearing Mo Ting's voice, the person quickly darted out and responded:
"It's me, Li Quan, Li Quan..."
Then, a small old man walked over.
It was Steward Li.
Because we were fighting with the ghosts and fiends, he was scared and could only run down the mountain.
After all, he was just an ordinary person and had no ability or way to resist those terrifying ghosts and fiends.
After reaching the foot of the mountain, he had been hiding here waiting for us.
"Steward Li!"
I called out.
Steward Li walked over somewhat flustered:
"Everyone, have the things on the mountain been dealt with?"
Daoist Tang nodded:
"Mostly sorted out, but the demonic Daoist Crow Daoist's true form was not present."
Upon hearing this, Steward Li's face instantly turned pale.
"Ah? Doesn't that mean the demonic Daoist isn't dead?
Then, then will he, will he come to trouble me?"
Steward Li spoke with worry, after all, he had dealt with that demonic Daoist for ten years.
Furthermore, we were all led there by Steward Li.
If the demonic Daoist sought revenge and found him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
This made him feel afraid.
Seeing this, my Master comforted him:
"You don't need to worry too much about this. When we get back, I'll give you a few talismans.
They will ensure that the demonic Daoist cannot use evil arts on you.
For now, you should leave the Zhang family for a while.
You can return when things have calmed down."
Steward Li could only agree.
He was now alone, with no ties, and it was a good opportunity for him to travel.
Afterward, we returned the way we came.
We got back into the car that Steward Li had driven and hurried back towards the shop.
Around three in the morning, we arrived back at Wan Fu Tang and Wan Shou Tang.
As I had contracted corpse poison, Steward Li went with Daoist Tang to Wan Shou Tang.
Daoist Tang would draw a protective talisman for him.
I, on the other hand, was taken back to the shop by Master.
After the night's ordeal, I was now exhausted.
I sat on the sofa, looking at my swollen leg.
The wound was as big as a quail's egg, a black patch, emitting black blood.
Master went into the inner room for a while.
Soon, he took out some glutinous rice and other items.
Then he said to me:
"It's going to hurt a bit, bear with it."
"I'm ready, Master!"
I replied, as saving my life was more important, and a little pain was acceptable.
After all, even if I ate a piece of peach, I wouldn't complain about it being too cold...
Seeing I was ready, Master pressed a handful of glutinous rice onto my wound.
As soon as the glutinous rice touched the wound on my thigh, it hissed and crackled.
It was like it was being burned, emitting wisps of black smoke.
The originally white-yellow glutinous rice gradually turned into black charcoal-like grains.
That was the corpse poison, completely absorbed by the glutinous rice.
My scalp tingled with pain, and my teeth gnashed with a grinding sound...
Master repeated this step five times.
Until my wound stopped bleeding black blood and started to flow with red blood.
And the glutinous rice no longer turned black, only then did he sigh with relief.
He had also prepared a tub of glutinous rice water for me in the bathroom.
It contained some highly yang medicines, such as purple river cells, epimedium, and eucommia bark.
He told me to sleep in the water tonight.
By tomorrow, the corpse poison on my body should be cleared...