The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 157 Psychosis

"Boom."

Wang Wen gripped the snarling, flailing, short, malevolent ghost tightly and slammed it hard onto the ground.

"Hoohoho..."

The little ghost smashed its head into the ground, creating a hole. It roared and desperately tried to claw at Wang Wen's large hand that was holding its neck, but it couldn't leave even a scratch on Wang Wen's hand.

Wang Wen glanced at the thing with a cold, expressionless eye, and was immediately disgusted by its ugly face with its disordered eyes, nose, and fangs. He bent down and continued to pinch its head, slamming it heavily to the ground again and again.

"Boom, bang, bang..."

The short, vengeful ghost struggled desperately, trying to become ethereal, but it was firmly bound by the ghostly magic in Wang Wen's hand and could not escape at all.

Wang Wen kept banging its head until it was flattened. Its already creatively ugly face became even uglier after being turned into a frying pan. It was so ugly that Wang Wen felt his hands were unclean when he held it.

"Alas……"

He stepped on the back of the fierce and sinister little thing, freeing his hand to slowly stand up. While sensing the sinister malice around him, he raised his other foot and, with a series of afterimages, frantically stomped on the back of the little ghost's head, carefully controlling the force to make it feel pain without killing it, slowly torturing it.

The few remaining, somewhat intelligent, vengeful ghosts had been mostly slaughtered by him. The remaining ghosts, however, were drawn to the even larger, fresher, bloody flesh outside the city gate and had already engaged Xu Wu and his group in battle.

Right now, all that's left around him are these vengeful ghosts who are holding back their rage.

The fact that these extremely evil ghosts can suppress their true nature, know how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and even use weapons shows that they are not far from becoming ghost kings...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The head of the vengeful ghost in the dwarf quickly turned into a pool of sticky, purplish-black mud at his feet.

Even so, it was still alive, its two claws still relentlessly clawing at Wang Wen's legs from behind.

This gives you an idea of ​​how troublesome these things are!
“It’s really tricky!”

Wang Wen sighed softly, but suddenly a dazzling golden light burst forth from beneath his feet. He stomped hard on the dwarf ghost, which was like a puddle of mud, instantly annihilating its soul.

In an instant, the surrounding malevolent intent became even more sinister and ferocious!

Wang Wen, however, seemed oblivious, carrying his rifle and walking in step by step with a blank expression.

Since this place is a city, there must be government offices or temples here. If he is not mistaken, Ji Xin is there!
He walked step by step into the depths of the realm of law, and Xu Wu and the others who were intercepting the evil spirits outside the city gradually could no longer see his back...

Suddenly, a jet-black longsword flashed out like lightning, aiming straight for Wang Wen's neck.

At the same time, two towering, blue-faced, fanged beasts leaped toward him from both the front and back.

Wang Wen stopped in his tracks, and his steel spear shot out like a dragon entering the sea, striking the black longsword with lightning speed and precision, piercing the chest of the sword-wielding demon.

Then, a golden light burst forth, and the mighty Crimson Palace Thunder surged into the body of the sword-wielding demon through the Dawnbreaker Spear in an instant. The golden lightning instantly lit up inside the ugly body with its blue face and fangs, covered with various sores and tumors.

"boom……"

The sword-wielding demon suddenly exploded, splattering purplish-black demon blood everywhere.

Before the golden light had faded, Wang Wen's figure suddenly appeared within it. The two fierce ghosts that were rushing towards him from the front and back missed their target and collided with each other.

A golden light flashed, and Wang Wen's figure reappeared behind another vengeful ghost. His spear, gleaming with golden light, pierced through the necks of both ghosts with lightning speed, impaling them on the steel spear like skewers of candied hawthorns.

Then, with a powerful flick of his steel spear, the Dawnbreaker smoothly severed the necks of the two vengeful spirits, sending their two bucket-sized heads flying.

But after the two blue-faced, fanged heads flew out into the air, they actually drew two arcs in mid-air and flew back, opening their mouths full of fangs and rushing towards Wang Wen.

"nice shot!"

Wang Wen cheered loudly, spread his legs, twisted his waist, and gripped the handle of the Dawnbreaker gun with both hands, like a batter, waiting intently for the two ugly heads to fly back.

As the two ugly heads drew near, he swung his steel spear with a graceful and powerful movement. The Dawnbreaker Spear suddenly grew longer and thicker the instant he swung it, resembling a large baseball bat: "Ah, hit, hit, hit..."

The Dawn Spear was bent by his brute force, the tip of the spear carrying a bright crescent-shaped burst of energy, exploding with a muffled, explosive sound, and slamming hard into the two ugly, blue-faced, fanged heads.

But what was produced was not the "bang bang" sound of hitting the ball.

Instead, there were two loud "bang" sounds!

He blew the two ugly heads apart with a single shot!
The two headless ghost corpses in front of him then fell stiffly to the ground, turning into a pool of dense, purplish-black ghost energy.

Wang Wen held his breath and slowly continued walking forward around the pool of purplish-black, intense ghostly energy... These few shots seemed effortless and clean, but in reality, he had used all his strength.

To be precise, aside from requesting tactical guidance from the Heavenly Dao, all means were employed!

As for why he didn't ask the Heavenly Lord for tactical guidance, it wasn't because he wanted to hide his talents or save merit points, but because this dilapidated City God's domain couldn't withstand the heavenly lightning.

He didn't know if he could cleanse the City God's domain in one go once he asked the Heavenly Dao for tactical guidance, but he was certain that the dilapidated City God's domain would burst instantly, like a soap bubble hit by a pebble.

If some powerful ghost is released, all the sins it commits will be blamed on Wang Wen...

The deeper one ventures into the realm of law, the denser the surrounding ruins become. From the dilapidated shops and buildings on both sides of the street, and the various shop signs, one can still vaguely discern the bustling and prosperous scene of this realm in its heyday.

Wang Wen could imagine the magnificent spectacle of Xuzhou at that time, where the dawn light divided the world into yin and yang!
All gone...

Soon, Wang Wen walked along the straight street and saw a dilapidated black palace. The majestic palace looked just like the Qin and Han palaces in his memory. It was simple, heavy, and square, as if the whole palace had been cleaved by a Han sword.

Even though this palace is now so dilapidated that it no longer possesses the majesty of its heyday, with weathered bricks and broken tiles, resembling the ruins of an ancient city that has reappeared after being buried by the desert for thousands of years, it still evokes a strong sense of solemnity.

When Wang Wenxing arrived at the dilapidated black palace, the extremely evil intentions that had followed him all the way could no longer be suppressed and manifested themselves one by one around him.

A ghostly bride, dressed in a bright red wedding gown and veiled in red silk, appeared silently in the dark alleyway, her body radiating a purplish-black ghostly aura like a fountain.

Dressed in snow-white robes with a black longsword hanging at his waist, the ghost swordsman, seemingly a living being, slowly materialized atop the crumbling three-story tavern, gulping down blood wine.

A burly executioner with a square face, large ears, and black hair, wearing a red silk turban, sat cross-legged on a bench, intently sharpening his gleaming dagger, blocking Wang Wen's path.

A skeletal general, fully armored and mounted on a tall horse, brandished his spear and, step by step, blocked Wang Wen's retreat along the path he had come from...

Even the weakest of these vengeful ghosts is more than ten times stronger than the blue-faced, fanged ghosts that attacked Wang Wen earlier!
Each one of them, if placed in the outside world, would be a colossal monster capable of instantly creating a ghostly realm!
These great demons, who are infinitely close to the Ghost King, all reside within this City God's domain.

Its purpose is self-evident...

Wang Wen looked them over, and suddenly felt an overwhelming anger in his heart.

He gripped the Dawnbreaker Spear tightly and said coldly, "I know you all understand human language. I want to ask you, when Lord Ji took you in, was it out of kindness? Was it out of pity for you?"

There was no response from the five ghosts. Some drank, some sharpened their knives, and some acted aloof, as if the ghosts didn't exist.

Wang Wen grew increasingly angry, his whole body trembling slightly with rage.

"Very good!" He forced out the words through gritted teeth.

The next second, a dark golden light surged from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, transforming into the true form of a deity draped in golden-red civil and military sleeves, with golden light of merit emanating from the back of his head.

In an instant, a powerful pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, slowly enveloped the entire domain, and all the wronged souls and vengeful ghosts felt as if a new sky had opened up in their hearts...

Now, those who used to drink have stopped drinking, those who used to sharpen knives have stopped sharpening them, and those who used to act aloof have stopped acting aloof.

The four fierce ghosts surrounding Wang Wen stared blankly at the golden light of merit behind Wang Wen's head.

If Wang Wen could hear their thoughts, he would hear the following words at this moment.

"Oh no, we seem to have gone too far!"

"Oh no, we've messed up!"

"Hehe, I'm going to die again..."

But Wang Wenlian had even revealed his true form as a Yin spirit, so he clearly wasn't there to play a question-and-answer game with them.

The moment the Yin spirit manifested, a familiar incantation uttered: "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, the Great Lord of Heaven, manifest your mighty power... Heavenly Venerable of Universal Thunder and Lightning of the Nine Heavens, vanquish evil!"

[Merit - 500]

The four vengeful spirits surrounding him attacked simultaneously the instant he spoke.

The ghost bride waved her sleeve, and hundreds of bloody red threads flew out from it.

The Ghost Swordsman drew his sword, unleashing a celestial flying sword strike that illuminated the entire City God's domain.

The executioner, wielding his blade, cleaved Mount Hua in two with a single blow, even splitting open the City God's domain.

The Ghost General charged forward on horseback, spear in hand, a lone ghost on horseback, yet his fierce momentum was like that of a thousand troops galloping together.

In the blink of an eye, the attack of the four fierce ghosts closed within ten feet of Wang Wen in an instant!
Judging from their imposing presence, in a real fight, it would take Wang Wen at least three to five hundred rounds to defeat them…

Unfortunately, Wang Wen never practiced martial ethics.

"Kacha!"

A violent thunderous roar erupted, and hundreds of purple lightning bolts enveloped the entire City God's Domain even before the thunderous sound.

Four particularly bright and thick bolts of purple lightning struck precisely the four fierce ghosts that had rushed within a ten-foot radius of Wang Wen.

The four vengeful ghosts were vaporized almost instantly upon being struck by the lightning, leaving not even a trace behind.

Even Wang Wen's physical body was struck by a bolt of lightning, instantly giving him a trendy afro hairstyle...

It's hard to say there wasn't a hint of resentment at their lack of ambition involved.

"You want me to handle this little thing myself? Don't I have any dignity?"

The intense, dazzling lightning came and went quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the entire City God's domain was plunged back into darkness.

Immediately, the entire magnificent City God's domain, as if waking from a dream, vanished in large swaths.

In the blink of an eye, everything around Wang Wen vanished.

He looked again and found himself standing inside the City God Temple, with a severely weathered statue of the City God in front of him.

The stone statue, clad in armor, appears increasingly old and dilapidated, exuding a heavy sense of decay, much like an old man nearing his end...

Wang Wen stared intently at the statue and sighed softly.

He knew it would be like this.

His sigh had barely faded when the scene before him changed rapidly, and when he looked again, he found himself inside a dilapidated yet magnificent hall.

A tall, imposing general with a roof covered with tiles, wearing black and red armor, and with a square face and prominent ears, sat upright in the hall, his seemingly solid body gradually turning into countless specks of sand.

He seemed oblivious, smiling as he stroked his beard and nodded to Wang Wen, saying, "Thank you, young mountain god."

Without saying much, Wang Wen sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to chant rapidly: "At that time, the Heavenly Venerable Who Saves from Suffering, who pervades the ten directions, constantly uses his divine power to save all sentient beings from their delusions..."

As he chanted, a golden wheel of merit appeared behind his head, radiating brilliant light and illuminating the imposing, bearded general in the hall.

The bearded general smiled and let him do as he pleased, but his imposing body continued to slowly and steadily turn to ashes.

Wang Wen stopped reciting, frowned, and looked up to ask, "Why?"

The bearded general spoke softly, "Do you know what my king said to the imperial physician before his death?"

Wang Wen shook his head.

The bearded general laughed and said, "I conquered the world as a commoner with a three-foot sword. Is this not destiny? Fate is in the hands of Heaven. What use is Bian Que?"

A vein bulged on Wang Wen's forehead as he angrily shouted, "Are you crazy?!"

The bearded general laughed heartily, his laughter so unrestrained that it shook the entire dilapidated hall and hastened his demise.

Just then, a phantom image of a weasel the size of a wolfhound darted into the hall with light steps, rushed up to the hall, raised its head and looked up at the imposing, bearded general with a smile: "Master, this old servant has been waiting for you for a long time... a very long time."

The bearded general looked down at him, his smile kind as he gently stroked its head: "It's Little Yellow. You've worked hard all these years."

The weasel lay obediently on his lap, gently shaking its head: "It's not bitter, it's not bitter, it's the master who's suffering..."

The bearded general burst into laughter.

The weasel chuckled along.

It recalled the days when it was just a clueless little weasel, and when it was starving, it sneaked into the City God Temple to steal offerings, and the God sat on the altar and laughed heartily.

That was the first time it saw the master...

Wang Wen stared at the master and slave with bulging veins on his forehead, then waved goodbye with a smile, gradually turning to ashes.

"They're all lunatics, fucking lunatics!"

He said angrily.

(End of this chapter)