Seeing Chen Hui rush over, Zhao Yan quickly took out a talisman from her bag.
She softly chanted a few words, her gaze sharp as she looked at the charging Chen Hui.
"Seeking death," Zhao Yan said lightly, throwing the talisman in her hand.
Chen Hui dodged quickly, expecting to evade it. However, the talisman she threw instantly split into three.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Three sounds rang out, the yang energy released by the talismans burning her and making her yelp.
As Zhao Yan continued her incantation, a fireball began to ignite on Chen Hui's body. The fireball grew larger and larger, and she became like a human torch, rolling on the ground.
She screamed in agony as she rolled.
"Mom! Mom! Save me! Mom!"
"Miss Zhao, I was wrong! We shouldn't have targeted you. Please, spare my daughter," the old woman cried, hearing Chen Hui's piteous screams. She knelt on the ground, pushing herself forward on her knees, crawling towards Zhao Yan and grabbing her leg, weeping.
Zhao Yan's chanting did not stop.
"Mom! It's burning me, Mom!"
"I was wrong! We were wrong! Miss Zhao! We were wrong!" The old woman kowtowed repeatedly to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan remained unmoved, her chanting growing faster.
As the incantation accelerated, the flames on Chen Hui's body became immense, engulfing her completely in an instant.
Looking at everything behind her, the old woman glared at Zhao Yan with hatred, quickly got up, and reached out towards her neck.
Before her hand could even reach, Zhao Yan delivered another kick.
"Get lost!"
The kick landed squarely on the old woman's chest, sending her flying and landing on the ground.
Chen Hui's screams grew fainter and fainter, quickly reducing to a shriveled, desiccated corpse.
"Ah! You heartless creature!" The old woman looked at the withered corpse behind her, hugging it tightly, and cursed Zhao Yan incessantly.
Zhao Yan said coldly, "If I am heartless, then what are you?"
"I meant to help you, but you tried to harm me. If my strength were weaker, I fear I would have become your meal today."
From the moment the old woman had grabbed the iron rod to strike her, Zhao Yan knew she could not afford to be merciful.
The corpse in the old woman's arms suddenly had blood-red pupils, and its fingers dug fiercely into the old woman's neck.
"Daughter, you..." The old woman looked at the corpse in her arms in disbelief.
"Mom, don't you love me very much? My wish is not yet fulfilled, I still want to participate in the beauty pageant, I can't just dissipate into thin air like this, Mom!"
"Since you love me, give me your all!"
Blood flowed from the corpse's fingers, pouring into its body.
In an instant, the old woman turned into a shriveled corpse.
Chen Hui cast a hateful glance at Zhao Yan, then stood up and looked towards the window.
Seeing her attempt to escape, Zhao Yan unhesitatingly took out a money sword from her bag.
She bit her finger, smeared blood on the money sword, and chanted, "Left assisting Jiǎ, right guarding Dīng, sword dispels evil, magic banishes wickedness, Great Ancestor above, hasten as per the decree!"
"Buzz."
The money sword emitted a golden light.
As Chen Hui leaped towards the window, the money sword in Zhao Yan's hand shot forward.
"Boom!"
The money sword pierced Chen Hui's back, and she let out a terrible scream.
Her body hit the window and then slumped, sliding down from the window. Her body was even more charred than before, and everything fell into a deathly silence.
The money sword was firmly embedded in Chen Hui's back.
Seeing this, Zhao Yan walked over and pulled out the money sword, saying, "It seems my sword was a step faster."
The blade of the money sword had turned completely black.
Noticing Chen Hui's finger twitch, Zhao Yan frowned and stabbed her three more times.
After stabbing, she realized Chen Hui's hand had been placed too high, having slid down from her waist.
Looking at the old woman's tragic death, Zhao Yan touched her head. She hadn't killed the old woman.
If she left now, an investigation would likely lead back to her, as she had arrived with the old woman in the same vehicle, and the villagers would have surely seen them.
The more she thought about it, the more troublesome Zhao Yan found the situation.
She suddenly thought of Bai Guangnian; they were the most knowledgeable about such matters. Fortunately, she had saved his number, so she quickly called him.
The call was answered quickly. After explaining the situation, Bai Guangnian told Zhao Yan to wait where she was and not to move.
Zhao Yan agreed and hung up the phone.
She pulled out a stool and sat down, looking at the old woman.
As she continued to look, Zhao Yan suddenly noticed something was amiss.
She had previously looked at the old woman's face and seen a countenance filled with yin energy, assuming it was due to her daughter's influence.
However, it now seemed that was not the case at all.
This yin energy had lingered on the old woman's face for a long time, and even after her death, it remained.
"Could it be an evil sorcerer?" Zhao Yan thought, then quickly crouched down and moved beside the old woman.
She used the money sword to push aside the old woman's clothes and then poked a few times with the sword tip.
She discovered that the old woman's chest was bulging beneath her clothes.
Zhao Yan reached out and fumbled a few times, finding two bamboo slips.
Very small characters were carved on these bamboo slips.
The entire bamboo slip was yellowed, appearing to be quite old.
Zhao Yan looked closely at them for a long time before she could clearly read that the bamboo slips described the "Skin Painting Technique."
While waiting for Bai Guangnian, Zhao Yan carefully read through the two bamboo slips.
She gradually understood.
The so-called Skin Painting Technique involved inviting a "Skin Painting Ghost" to perform the painting.
The Skin Painting Ghost had painted Chen Hui's face, which was the reason for her beauty.
The skin painting could not be maintained for long, but Chen Hui was greedy and wanted to remain beautiful forever.
This led to the Skin Painting Ghost remaining on her body, and over time, Chen Hui became neither human nor ghost.
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To allow Chen Hui to "live" on and prevent her soul from dissipating, a person with a strong destiny was needed.
Therefore, the old woman had targeted Zhao Yan.
Unfortunately, she had not fully assessed Zhao Yan's capabilities.
She believed Zhao Yan was merely a woman with a little bit of Taoist magic.
If it had been someone else, a single blow would have sent them to the afterlife.
"Playing with fire inevitably leads to backlash, let alone inviting ghosts; inviting a ghost is easy, but sending one away is difficult."
"Meeting me is your retribution."
She waited for over two hours, and finally, Bai Guangnian and his team arrived.
Zhao Yan had explained everything to Bai Guangnian over the phone.
Bai Guangnian had a general idea of what had happened, but upon arriving at the scene and seeing the old woman's corpse, he was startled. He immediately took out his phone and meticulously compared.
Once confirmed, Bai Guangnian's face was filled with joy, and he smiled, saying, "Oh my, Miss Zhao, you've earned another great merit this time."