Chapter 1 A Sudden Change

A sudden change occurred, and everyone scattered and fled. Old Suanpan ran so fast that he lost his shoes, but he wasn't as fast as Hu Ma!

Almost the instant the change appeared, Hu Ma leaped onto the roof like an arrow, and with a few bounds, he had distanced himself far away. But then, he suddenly turned his head.

In his vision, he could see that even the lanterns and torches brought by the Yiqian Sect members in the east end of the town had turned greenish. Some were still cluelessly holding them in their hands, while others had already fallen to the ground, quietly burning.

But where the firelight shone, shadows flickered, and everywhere was filled with unease. Both the capable and the incapable were terrified by the eerie movements, their bodies trembling violently.

And behind Hu Ma, the rooftops seemed to follow him. Beside him, countless wronged souls, driven by some force, surged towards him from afar, seemingly without end.

It was as if a dark cloud had enveloped half the town, and this cloud, though seemingly turbulent, was actually subtly directed at him.

Hu Ma immediately understood the problem: he couldn't dodge, and he couldn't run.

If they were just ordinary wronged ghosts, he could have escaped. He could have fled the town in one breath, not caring about the mess, and at most, he would have returned to the inn to get his horse, even leaving Old Suanpan behind.

But in reality, the Yin General was watching him. These countless wronged souls actually had only one target, and that was him. No matter where he fled, this thing would keep chasing him relentlessly.

To be honest, if this damned General's Token could be discarded, Hu Ma would have thrown it away already.

But the key was that this thing wasn't in his hands!

It was in his Natal Spirit Temple. Hu Ma had tried, but how could he take it out?

Hu Ma gritted his teeth, ready to draw his saber and charge towards the Yin General. Unexpectedly, the Yin General, seeing Hu Ma's intention to approach, jumped back again. Through the hazy, ghastly aura, he could see its gaze, which seemed both greedy and cautious.

"It's also afraid of me."

In that instant, Hu Ma was certain that this thing itself was afraid of him, but it could control the wronged souls to deal with him. If he really left and was isolated outside, it would be even more troublesome to deal with it.

He gritted his teeth in his heart: Then I'll just solve it here!

While thinking, he quickly looked around, his mind racing for a solution.

"Leader!"

Seeing this sudden change, even Miaoshan Xiangu, the leader of the Yiqian Sect, panicked. With her knowledge, she couldn't explain it at all. First, it was a demonic corpse, but how did so many wronged souls suddenly appear?

Seeing the ghostly figures floating around, as if they had entered a ghost realm, goosebumps rose all over her body. No one knew how many people would die in the town from the rampage of these wronged souls, and the large vat she had just prepared was now useless.

She could only harden her heart and shout, "Quickly bring the Dharma Kings here and invite the altar guardian deities to subdue the ghosts!"

While shouting, she took out the horsetail whisk from her hand. With a flick, it was clearly not a whisk, but a mourning stick, with three strings of white paper money hanging from it.

While chanting incantations, she waved the paper money in her hand, trying to forcibly lead these wronged souls out of the town.

This was a desperate measure. Just now, it was to deal with the demonic corpse, but since it had suddenly turned into a rampage of wronged souls, she could only use this method to deal with wronged souls, temporarily slowing down the situation so that the Dharma Kings would have time to invite the deities to descend here.

She was not a soul executioner, nor was she a ghost walker, but she had a treasure that could subdue wronged souls. Once the mourning stick came out, not to mention wronged souls, even the Anshang Ke (lit. "Guests on the Table," spirits of the dead) would have to be polite to her.

But now, when she waved it, she immediately felt different. She felt that the mourning stick, which she had used for a long time and had been light and easy to wield, was becoming heavier and heavier, almost impossible to lift. Looking down, her scalp tingled.

She saw that the mourning stick, hung with snow-white paper money, was already stained with viscous blood, almost dyed red. She couldn't lift it, and she couldn't use her abilities.

Looking around, she saw that the various experts in the town were also shouting in unison, "Not good! This thing is full of filth and can taint people's treasures! The bottom of my gourd has fallen off!"

"Be careful! These are not ordinary wronged souls! This thing can't be touched!"

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"It's not filth! This is General's Blood! It's not tainting your treasures, it's suppressing them!"

In a wave of panic, only Old Suanpan put a pair of white underpants, clearly not his, on his head, using filth to counter the correct, muttering to himself as he fled. Of course, no one could hear what he was saying, but it didn't make any difference whether they heard it or not.

And while Miaoshan Xiangu was stunned, the countless wronged souls roared towards her. She felt as if she was instantly submerged by the wronged souls, her soul flying away.

She could only think in her heart: "Could it be that I really moved something on the tree, and brought disaster upon myself?"

"Senior Sister, don't panic!"

But at this moment, a figure suddenly descended from the sky. Hu Ma rushed over and stood directly in front of her. Then, he raised his hands, pressed them against his ribs, and suddenly let out a low roar, instantly scattering the approaching torrent of wronged souls.

"It's you?"

Miaoshan Xiangu was feeling the pressure increasing, and when the pressure in front of her suddenly eased, she fixed her eyes and saw Hu Ma. Her voice even changed a little.

"Senior Sister has treated me so well, how could I not repay your kindness?"

Hu Ma said loudly, righteously, "I will block these wronged souls for you. Senior Sister, quickly invite the Tangshang Ke (lit. "Guests on the Table," deities invited to the altar) to subdue the ghosts and eliminate the demonic scourge that is attacking the town!"

"I"

Miaoshan Xiangu was almost moved to tears. She looked around and saw that Grandpa Sun and Altar Master Tang were both clearly slacking off. The people around had already run away, and Bai Shanzi

That fellow was already running away while shouting, "Quickly invite the Dharma Kings!" and was almost out of sight.

At this juncture, it was actually the small manager of the Hongdeng Society who had run over, loyal and devoted, to block these wronged souls for her?

For a moment, she was moved to tears.

And Hu Ma heard that the Yiqian Sect leader's voice behind him was different, and he shouted loudly, "I'll block them here, Senior Sister, why aren't you going yet?"

How the hell did she become the leader? Her reaction was so slow?

While cursing in his heart, Hu Ma was also anxious. Choosing to come back was really a desperate measure. Rather than running out and facing this thing alone, it was better to borrow the power of the Yiqian Sect and solve this trouble once and for all.

And to borrow power, of course, he had to come to this leader's side. Besides, returning a favor was also good, after all, she had given him such profound methods, hadn't she?

While thinking, his five viscera were roaring, and he didn't know how many wronged souls he had scattered.

At this moment, it seemed that many magical treasures were ineffective against the Yin General, and would even be tainted. But the Shou Suiren's (Night Watcher) skills were real, and now they didn't have much of an impact, and he could still fight him.

But even so, the situation was different. He didn't know where the demonic corpse had attracted these wronged souls from, but they were endless, one after another, vaguely looking like a black tide.

The Five Thunder Golden Toad Howl that he used scattered these wronged souls, but the Yin energy they transformed into still lingered around him.

Wave after wave, it was like a cocoon, actually wrapping him inside. Hu Ma could only prop up Three Pillars of Dao Practice, using this Jiazi (sixty years) of pure Yang mana to forcibly resist the wronged souls. It felt as if he was being tightly pulled by countless densely packed, icy little hands.

"Aiyo!"

Not far away, seeing that the situation was clearly out of control, Altar Master Tang and Grandpa Sun were hesitating. When they turned their heads, they also saw Hu Ma, and they were shocked: "Why isn't he running?"

"He's a Shou Suiren!"

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Grandpa Sun glanced at him, and stomped his foot anxiously, sighing, "He's young, and he hasn't learned the real secrets of the Shou Suiren yet."

Young people are all stupidly honest, thinking that our Shou Suiren can fight and resist, and have secrets to kill people.

Little did they know that going up when you should, and running when you should, is the real skill!

But at this time, seeing that Hu Ma had already made a move, and the Yiqian Sect leader was rushing to invite people, looking back every three steps, as if she was worried about Hu Ma, the two of them exchanged glances, but they also knew that they couldn't just run away like this. Although this thing taints people, the Shou Suiren is the least affected, and can still hold on for a while

They had to show off a little more!

Just then, they saw that in the rolling sea of sorrow, the eerie demonic corpse was staring fixedly at Hu Ma's direction, slowly approaching, and making some sounds, directing the surrounding wronged souls, just like a general commanding thousands of troops.

They immediately rushed towards the other party, unleashed their fists and feet, and were about to give it a beating, but unfortunately, they were instantly submerged by the wronged souls, their ears filled with the sounds of ghosts crying.

"Quick, immediately invite all the guardian deities from the altar down!"

At this time, the Yiqian Sect leader, Miaoshan Xiangu, had already met the three Dharma Kings who came in sedan chairs, and urgently gave orders, while looking back as she gave orders, as if she was worried about Hu Ma.

And these Dharma Kings, who were specially appointed to invite these Tangshang Ke down, immediately jumped out of the sedan chairs, lit three incense sticks in their hands, held copper coins in their mouths, and stomped their feet and shook their heads.

Seeing that they were about to invite the altar deities down, the people next to them immediately retreated, their knees weakened, ready to kneel down.

But at this moment, Hu Ma, who was wrapped in layers of Yin energy, finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Being wrapped in such rolling pure Yin energy was a suppression for anyone, and even the Shou Suiren had no way to resist it. It was like constantly adding things to himself, and he couldn't shake off one or two, and he didn't care about them.

But the more he added, the heavier he became, and there would be a moment when he would be completely suppressed.

In shock, anger, and indignation, he had heard Miaoshan Xiangu's shouts, knowing that the Dharma Kings who could invite the Tangshang Ke had arrived, and that if he held on for a moment, things would turn around, but at this moment, a strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"The human body is substantial, the soul is ethereal. Eating qi nourishes the soul, extremely wonderful, extremely praised, extremely damn awesome!"

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The words in the Dawei Tiangong General Seal Art that he had just read suddenly jumped out of his mind at this moment, and even quickly formed an uncontrollable desire.

"Eating qi? Isn't this a godsend opportunity?"

(End of Chapter)