The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 156 Solo Siege
After figuring out the situation of this City God's domain, Wang Wen used his divine sense to summon the General's Mansion Demon-Suppressing Guards who were on guard around the area to come closer.

Soon, Xu Wu led five hundred Demon-Suppressing Guards to the vicinity of the City God Temple, and at Wang Wen's instruction, they pushed down the dilapidated courtyard wall...

Huang San, leaning on his canes, staggered among the demon-suppressing guards. Watching them brutally smash the courtyard wall into a pile of broken bricks and tiles, he trembled with heartache but had to keep his mouth shut, not daring to say a word. His bewildered appearance was truly heartbreaking to watch.

After the numerous demon-suppressing guards had completely cleared the courtyard walls, turning the towering, dilapidated city gate into an isolated island, Wang Wen summoned Xu Wu and said, "You block the city gate. I will go in and cleanse the wronged souls and vengeful ghosts inside. Make sure none of them escape."

Xu Wu looked up at the dilapidated city gate in front of him and said in a worried voice, "Brother, can you manage alone? Why don't I take a few squads of brothers and go in with you? Even if we can only cheer you on, at least we can bolster your morale!"

"There shouldn't be many powerful ghosts inside; I can handle it."

Wang Wen responded calmly. In fact, if he hadn't wanted the Demon Suppression Guards below to experience the pressure of the battle between humans and ghosts, he wouldn't have needed to summon them to help at all.

Of course, they really couldn't help him much.

Wang Wenxin thought that the foundation of the General's Mansion was almost laid, and it was time to think of ways to cultivate a group of experts who could stand alone.

We can't expect him to personally take the lead in every major case like this in the future, can we?

What is the point of him establishing the Demon-Slaying General's Mansion?
Just then, Ma Feng rushed over, carrying a tray with a seemingly respectable human head, and bowed, saying, "Reporting to the general, the head of the evil Taoist Yan Lu is here. Please take a look."

Wang Wen glanced at him, then nodded and said, "Get up!"

Xu Wu immediately interjected, "Someone, immediately send this dead body to the Demon Suppression Division of Xuzhou, and ask Deputy Director Yu Qifeng to identify it. After confirming that it is correct, throw it, tie it to a stone, and bury it in the latrine!"

Wang Wen laughed, casually patted Xu Wu on the shoulder, turned around and strode towards the city gate where the eerie wind howled. As he walked, he took off his hairpin, held it in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a twelve-foot steel spear, which he held upside down in his hand.

Xu Wu and the others watched with worried expressions as his figure gradually disappeared into the dark city gate.

Soon, they heard a series of fierce and venomous screams coming from inside the city gate, creating a deafening uproar!
"Thorn..."

A burst of golden lightning exploded inside the city gate, illuminating Wang Wenying's imposing and valiant figure, as well as the disheveled, distorted faces of the wronged ghosts and evil spirits surrounding him.

The moment countless vengeful spirits touched that ball of golden lightning, they turned into a chaotic cloud of black mist, leaving not even a trace behind.

But through the golden lightning, Xu Wu and the others outside the city gate could clearly see that he was surrounded by countless, layered, and endless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts.

They swarmed toward Wang Wen like moths trying to extinguish a campfire...

"Boom."

Enveloped in crimson thunder, Wang Wen leaped up and broke through the encirclement, flashing back and forth in mid-air, wielding the Dawnbreaker Spear and releasing vast amounts of crimson thunder to annihilate hordes of wronged souls and evil spirits that rushed towards him.

The intense and yang thunder of the Crimson Palace strikes these low-level wronged souls and evil spirits like a red-hot steel needle puncturing a rubber balloon. No matter how large their size or how ferocious their appearance, they die instantly upon contact or impact!
After flashing and returning dozens of times, Wang Wen had completely wiped out these seemingly endless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts!
"Boom."

Golden lightning descended from the sky, transforming into Wang Wen's imposing figure, his robes billowing in the wind. He slung his spear over his shoulder and sneered loudly, "Not a single one of you can fight... Who else is there!"

The cries spread, and the howling of ghosts within the city grew even louder.

But it was different from the previous howling that contained only emotions such as shrillness, ferocity, and resentment.

The howls emanating from the ghosts at this moment were filled with hysterical rage...

As these angry howls echoed, pairs of scarlet eyes lit up one after another in the darkness beyond the reach of the golden light.

The brainless cannon fodder are all dead.

Now it's the turn of the few but intelligent vengeful spirits to take the stage.

Ghosts, these inanimate objects, are actually quite interesting.

The newly deceased souls are as dazed and confused as driftwood, devoid of both consciousness and instinct, and can be blown away for miles by a gust of wind.

In the era when the underworld still existed, this stage was the best time for the underworld messengers to collect souls. They could send newly deceased souls to the gates of hell and make them line up to cross the Bridge of Helplessness without lifting a finger.

After the seventh day after death, these newly deceased souls will gradually regain their senses. At this stage, their intelligence is no different from when they were alive, but they are very weak. They are afraid of sunlight, black dogs, and roosters. They can even kill a strong man by colliding with his body...

Just like when Chen Sandao had just come back to life, he didn't dare to get close to Wang Wen and Xu Ergou at all.

After some time, these wandering souls, with nowhere to go, will gradually lose their minds and be controlled by their instincts. They will slowly become tainted by their inner resentment and various evil energies from the outside world, gradually turning into vengeful spirits and evil ghosts like wild beasts.

To say that vengeful spirits and evil ghosts are like wild beasts is to give them too much credit. At least wild beasts know to run away when they encounter an invincible enemy, but these vengeful spirits and evil ghosts whose minds are filled with the desire for fresh flesh and blood only know to get close to any fresh flesh and blood at all costs, and they will not regret it even if they are defeated and their souls are scattered!

Once these wronged souls and vengeful ghosts have absorbed enough yin energy, resentment, yang energy, and blood energy, they will gradually ascend to become vengeful ghosts. In their minds, which are filled with the desire for fresh flesh and blood, a trace of extremely evil consciousness will be reborn.

Ghosts that have grown into vengeful spirits have little to do with the person they were in life. They have neither the memories nor the character of their former self, at most only a trace of obsession etched into their bones. Moreover, they are still driven by the craving for fresh flesh and blood, attacking all living things without regard for anything else...

If a vengeful ghost lives long enough and absorbs enough yin energy, resentment, yang energy, and blood energy, it will have a chance to advance to a higher-level ghost king, and that trace of extremely evil consciousness will gradually grow into a complete consciousness.

A ghost king who rises from a vengeful spirit has even less to do with the person in their previous life. In a sense, it can be seen as a demon that crawled up from the corpse of that person in their previous life...

They're not even as good as demons!

At least demons still have a sliver of hope for good, like Huang San.

Ghost kings who have risen from vengeful spirits have already taken root, sprouted, blossomed, and borne fruit in their evil thoughts, leaving them with almost no possibility of turning to good. Even a powerful being of the level of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can only use a long period of time to gradually erase the evil thoughts in their hearts.

Otherwise, the vow "I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied" would not be called a great vow!
Judging from the ease or difficulty of the deliverance, those most likely to be saved within this mutated and dilapidated City God's domain are actually the wronged souls and evil spirits that were first killed by Wang Wen.

The City God's domain is a closed space. These wronged souls and evil spirits have not tasted much blood offerings, nor have they inhaled much yin energy and resentment. If their numbers are not too many and there are no loose ends, Wang Wen can use the method of burning his own merits to deliver these wronged souls and evil spirits and resolve the evil thoughts in their hearts.

But reality doesn't offer "what ifs".

As soon as Wang Wengang stepped into this mutated City God's domain, he sensed several powerful malices locking onto him.

He could not possibly disregard his own safety and sacrifice himself to deliver these wronged souls and evil spirits.

Then the only option is a physical ritual to help the deceased pass on.

He had anticipated this situation, which is why he had previously told Huang San that he would do his best. However, there should still be a possibility that Ji Xin, the master of this City God's domain, can be saved.

The fact that He can suppress these evil spirits and prevent them from going out to do evil means that He still holds onto a sliver of goodness.

That glimmer of kindness was the dawn that allowed Him to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

One after another, the blue-faced, fanged demons approached Wang Wen step by step. The extremely yin and evil aura was so strong that it almost materialized around Wang Wen. The air was frequently filled with bursts of sticky, purplish-black air currents, like withered and dying roses...

Wang Wen let them slowly surround him, his divine sense scanning the entire domain like a radar, searching for both the master of this place and the location of those few powerful evil thoughts.

However, the master of this place truly deserves to be called a great god of the City God System, who has lived since the Qin and Han dynasties. With his vast divine sense that can encompass the entire city of Yangzhou, he was unable to explore the boundary of this domain no matter how he looked at it!

Wherever his divine sense reached, he saw collapsed ruins everywhere, silently telling him what the Dharma-ending Age was.

"Then let's fight!"

He told himself that after killing all the hopeless ghosts, he would eventually find the god who shouldn't have died.

He shook his steel spear and charged out again.

In an instant, all the vengeful spirits surrounding him leaped up at the same time.

"Stab!"

The blinding golden light of the Crimson Palace Thunder once again illuminated the dilapidated city gate, but when the pure and magnificent Crimson Palace Thunder struck these vengeful ghosts, it only caused them to emit black smoke and howl incessantly. It could no longer kill them instantly upon contact, as it had done with the wronged souls and evil spirits he had previously annihilated.

But Wang Wen remained fearless. He brandished his steel spear, soaring through the air and dodging left and right among the fierce ghosts. His surging true energy transformed into streaks of silver spear light, tearing apart everything in his way.

Whether it was the long hair that was as long as steel wire, the long sleeves that were as sharp as blades, or the fierce and thick arms and waists of these ghosts, a cold glint would arrive first, and then they would be split in two.

He also released the Yin-Yang Needles, which pierced back and forth between one fierce ghost after another with lightning speed, following his will. They were invincible wherever they went!

Surrounded by hundreds of vengeful ghosts, he slaughtered them all in an instant...

Suddenly, a hideous, jet-black hand, resembling the crushing weight of Mount Tai, appeared out of thin air and struck Wang Wen directly on the head.

Enraged, Wang Wen suddenly unleashed a burst of crimson lightning beneath his feet, propelling his body, trailing a fiery tail, into the sky. He merged with his spear and crashed directly into the enormous hand.

"Boom."

The golden light shattered the dark palm, and Wang Wen, with his long hair flying wildly, stood in mid-air holding a gun. He glanced left and right with a fierce look in his eyes, and the next second his figure turned into a shooting star, falling straight towards the ruins to his right.

"Are you pretending to be my mother?"

Enraged, he slammed his fist into the ruins, forcing out a three-zhang-tall, blue-faced, fanged demon with ghostly energy surging like flames!

He is the God of Huangshan and the Demon-Slaying General of Huainan Road!

He was actually crushed by a vengeful ghost?
Is there no law left in this world?

Are there any laws?
Before the shattered bricks and tiles had even hit the ground, Wang Wen charged forward with his spear, thrusting out a hundred or eighty times in one go, each thrust leaving a transparent hole in the terrifying ghost, radiating golden light.

The vengeful ghost roared madly, desperately waving its claws, which resembled engineering hammers, to block Wang Wen's spear thrusts, which also seemed to be acting out of control.

But Wang Wen, in his rage, wielded the Dawnbreaker Spear with such force that he sliced ​​its two eight-foot-long arms into two three-foot-long pestles, as if chopping melons and vegetables. Pieces of the vengeful ghost's flesh and blood fell to the ground, instantly turning into a sticky, purplish-black stream of energy and dissipating...

After crippling the audacious demon, Wang Wen took a deep breath and unleashed a powerful sweeping attack.

"Pfft."

The Dawn Spear, shimmering with golden light, drew out a magnificent fan-shaped curtain of light, smoothly slicing across the ghost's waist and cleaving it in two.

Even so, the vengeful ghost did not die immediately. Its upper body, which had lost its lower body, shot into the sky like a rocket launching into the air, spewing out a strong ghostly aura.

Just as Wang Wen was about to give chase, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He instinctively turned his head to the side.

"when!"

A thick-backed cleaver shrouded in black mist cleaved down his shoulder, producing a loud metallic clang.

He immediately twisted his waist and swung his gun backward to sweep across the enemy ranks, but his shot missed its target.

But the next second, he felt a chill in his groin.

This time, his expression changed drastically. He twisted his waist, leaped, and forcefully squeezed his legs together.

"Snapped."

His feet precisely clamped onto a large cleaver that shot into the sky from the ground, and together with the shadowy figure wielding the cleaver, they spiraled upwards.

After soaring into the sky, he looked down and saw a short, disheveled figure with an indistinct face, except for a pair of blood-red eyes that gleamed in the dim light. The figure was holding a large, ghost-headed cleaver that was almost as tall as itself, aiming at his crotch.

"Grass mud horse!"

He lost his temper and started cursing wildly, flipping his body in mid-air and unleashing a furious barrage of attacks on the short man below: "You son of a bitch, did you hear me? I'm a son of a bitch..."

He hadn't lost his temper like this and launched into a tirade against traditional Chinese culture in a very, very long time.

Right now, it's purely instinct.

Male instinct.

Amidst a series of rapid clanging sounds, Wang Wen swung his spear, pinning the dwarf down to the ground, knocking the ghost-headed broadsword from its hand with a single thrust, and then grabbed its neck.

(End of this chapter)