Chapter 117 Lost Control

The final scene in the memory became Zhang Yue, his face contorted, walking towards him with a knife. Then, countless cracks appeared, each fragment reflecting the man with bloodshot eyes. The scene shattered like a broken mirror and vanished. The memory ended there. Wei Yuan raised his hand, subconsciously thinking of Zhang Yue in his thirties.

But Zhang Yue should only be twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old now.

It was to transfer yang energy to his daughter to prolong her life that he looked so much older.

That was, after all, an evil art that even cultivators shied away from.

Ordinary Daoists wouldn't dare touch it, let alone an ordinary person. No one would risk doing something like that.

But a father would.

Wei Yuan lowered his head, watching Zhang Xiaoyu look up at him, speechless. As he withdrew his hand, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, looking up at him hesitantly.

"Uncle, are you going to hit Dad…?"

"Dad didn't do it on purpose. Please don't hit him, Uncle."

Wei Yuan didn't know what to say.

The little girl looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Then, as if understanding something, her hand slowly slid down his sleeve. Wei Yuan took a deep breath, squatted down, and looked directly into Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes. "Xiaoyu, you wait here. Uncle is going to bring your dad back, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yes, I will definitely bring your dad back."

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and then she lowered her head, took off a small pendant from her neck. It was a cartoon character that could be opened, and inside was a picture of a family of three. She placed it in Wei Yuan's palm. "Uncle, you must bring Dad back."

"Just tell him that Xiaoyu isn't mad at him anymore, and he will definitely come back."

Wei Yuan put the pendant in his pocket, then nodded with a smile and turned to leave.

He dialed Zhou Yi's number.

He succinctly asked, "If a person is forced to undergo a demonic transformation, what will the Special Operations Group do?"

Zhou Yi asked, "Will the demonically transformed person pose a threat to innocent civilians?"

"...Sharp teeth, sparse eyebrows, red eyes, green face. It's highly likely he'll become a man-eater."

Only silence came from Zhou Yi's end.

Although he had already guessed the situation, Wei Yuan was still speechless.

Evil Daoist sorcerers harmed people for their own gain. Zhang Yue, for the sake of his daughter, had unknowingly been transformed into a demon. Zhang Xiaoyu was still hoping for her dad to come back, while the Special Operations Group had to eliminate demons for the sake of most ordinary people. And what was his position? Slay demons and eliminate evil, but if someone was harmed and turned into a demon, should he slay or not?

After a long time, he said, "I understand."

He had Zhou Yi send the approximate coordinates obtained from the surveillance footage to his phone. Wei Yuan hung up, rare curse word escaped his lips, and slammed his right fist heavily on the wall, closed his eyes, and rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. The wide hilt calmed him down a bit.

A member of the Special Operations Group drove up and stopped in front of Wei Yuan.

Then, he handed him a box of talismans. "Captain Zhou said to give these to you, Curator. If the intrusion of evil is not too long, the Disaster Relief and Exorcism Talisman might be able to dispel the evil energy. As long as it can be dispelled, there is still hope for salvation."

Wei Yuan took the talismans and got straight into the car.

This member of the Special Operations Group wasn't very old, and he drove very recklessly, almost stepping on the accelerator all the way, following the surveillance coordinates and quickly traversing through the city, until he had to stop for the last part of the journey.

They lost him.

Zhang Yue had avoided surveillance in this area.

To collect the items needed to prolong Zhang Xiaoyu's life, Zhang Yue had worked as a ride-hailing driver for a long time, and he was very familiar with the routes in Quan City. Even in that state of collapse and madness, the remaining instinct would make him choose routes that were beneficial to him.

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It was originally a clear day, but suddenly several muffled thunderclaps exploded in the sky.

The thunder sounded like drums.

Then, it seemed to be getting windy, and the wind brought a gust of dark clouds, but that gust of dark wind didn't last long and dissipated. Only the sound of thunder became more magnificent, spreading far away, like drums of victory.

After Wei Yuan got out of the car, he raised his hand and pinched a Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman.

He consumed three talismans in a row, and finally found a trace of unusual aura.

He raised his hand and looked towards the workshop of an abandoned factory.

He pressed his hand on his sword, put the Disaster Relief and Exorcism Talisman in his pocket, and as he ran, he had already mobilized a trace of the demon power of the Brocade Feather Bird, wrapped in a gentle breeze. It couldn't compare to the previous Earth-Shrinking Talisman, but the speed was much faster than ordinary people, and it was also light and silent.

Wei Yuan easily climbed to the second floor and stood on the windowsill next to the glass.

He hoped he was still in time.

……………………

The wizened old man coughed.

He coughed out black blood. If you looked closely, there were some worms in the blood, but those worms were already dead, all of them charred black. The old man's expression was fierce. He had just been caught off guard by the Celestial Master Mansion, who had set up a Dharma platform and directly struck him with several moves of the Orthodox Unity Sect's direct lineage Daoist arts.

Those like Wei Yuan, who understood some small supernatural powers, might not be weak in direct combat with guns and martial arts.

But when it came to the Daoist arts, he could only be considered a junior.

True great supernatural powers required setting up a Dharma platform and conducting grand rituals, which were extremely cumbersome and demanded extremely high level of Daoist cultivation. But once they were cast, summoning wind and rain and scattering beans to form soldiers were not difficult, and even summoning the thunder of heaven and acting on behalf of heaven to punish.

His concealment art had been cultivated to the point where it could hide his three souls and seven spirits, making him invisible to mortals, but he was still shattered by the thunder. He was in a bad way now.

He could only first refine a Five-Paths Rampaging General to protect himself.

The old man stood up and laid out a Bagua diagram on the ground. Then, he picked up five bowls of water one by one, chanting incantations, all of which turned into talismans. The clear water turned into blood water, and he placed one each in the southeast, northwest, and one in the middle. He raised his hand and flicked, inserting incense sticks into the water, which steadily landed and burned without wind.

Unleashing the rampage, collecting the rampage, sacrificing blood magic weapons.

The Dharma platform was set up on the Bagua platform, and he took out a golden bell with a yellow talisman on it.

He raised his hand and began the Meishan Five Rampages Curse.

Wei Yuan saw Zhang Yue fall to the ground, unconscious. He also saw the old man chanting and shaking the golden bell. Accompanied by the sound of the bell, Zhang Yue's body kept trembling. Knowing something was wrong, he was too far away. Mobilizing his demon power to unleash sword energy would be too much of a burden, so he simply drew his gun, strengthened his arm muscles with magic power, and prepared to attack when he suddenly heard a crisp sound.

His expression changed, and he saw a copper coin spinning in the distance.

The old man's movements obviously accelerated. Wei Yuan cursed the old thief in his heart and raised his hand to shoot. The sound of gunfire roared.

Three bullets were fired, and three of the bowls of water were directly shattered by him. At the same time, Wei Yuan burst into the workshop, flipped over from the second floor and landed on the ground. The moment he landed, he rushed forward, constantly firing his gun at the old evil Daoist. The sound of gunfire echoed in the empty workshop like thunder. At the same time, he took out a Disaster Relief and Exorcism Talisman, cut his finger with a gust of wind, and infused the talisman with spiritual energy.

Then, he directly stuck it on Zhang Yue's back.

Zhang Yue, who had been trembling violently, calmed down.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The last bullet was fired and dodged by some strange Daoist art, but the old monster was also panting, looking disheveled.

He was, after all, cultivating the Dao and seeking supernatural powers. He was not good at unprepared one-on-one combat.

A murderous aura appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes, and he prepared to draw his sword and kill this scourge.

The sound of the bell rang again, and Zhang Yue, who had calmed down, suddenly flipped over and pounced on Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan was quick-witted and agile, twisting his body, and his sword horizontally blocked Zhang Yue's body. He saw that his face was already covered with white fluff, and large areas of cyan scales had grown on his arms. White fluff grew in the gaps between the scales.

The pupils of his eyes had completely turned red.

Teeth were sharp, and a low growl came from his throat.

Wei Yuan could only watch helplessly as the Disaster Relief and Exorcism Talisman stuck on his body quickly burned to ashes.

It was already too late from the beginning.

ps: Buffer transition chapter... probably will be better tomorrow~ Thanks to 卌巜 for the 30,000 reward