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Chapter 459 Waste
Zhou You was still fast asleep, seemingly already drunk and dead on the bedside table, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

The bloody handprints gradually spread across the entire glass, while the sound gradually quieted down.

At last.

With a barely perceptible creaking sound.

The window was then pushed open.

Nothing got in.

The wind blew in through the window frame, but nothing was seen—but soon, a bright red footprint suddenly appeared on the ground.

Then, the footprints moved forward step by step, finally stopping at the head of the bed.

—On that expensive cushion, someone is still fast asleep.

Soon, the already blue screen of the TV suddenly flickered, and then the picture changed abruptly.

What appears in the picture is what this guest room looks like.

Just like a live broadcast of surveillance footage, the surveillance footage also shows empty bottles scattered all over the floor, and Zhou You snoring away.

However, unlike in reality, on television, there is another figure next to someone.

A figure dressed in blood-stained clothes, dragging its arm, like a ghost.

It just stared at Zhou You, a bloodthirsty expression on its face full of hideous scars, then stretched out its bluish-gray arm and slowly grasped the neck of the person on the pillow.

Then, clench it tightly.

In reality, Zhou You had two pairs of finger marks on his neck, and they were getting deeper and deeper.

The monster seemed to already see someone struggling to breathe, suffocating, until their neck bones shattered inch by inch, dying a gruesome death—

However, just a few minutes later, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

How come this guy's snoring is still the same as always after all this time?

But before it could figure it out, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

Then, he lazily yawned and said something.

"Brother Lin, you're really something, hiring a massage therapist to come to your door in the middle of the night. He's just a bit ugly, though. Hey, didn't you eat? Can you put in a little more effort?"

The monster was completely dumbfounded.

However, it immediately reacted, suddenly exerting force in its palm; with that grip, it could crush even a brick—

however.

What it grasped, however, was a steel bar.

Someone just stared at it, as if it were an idiot.

Finally, he shook his head and laughed mockingly.

The sword flashed out, easily slashing horizontally. The figure on the television screen let out a scream and was instantly shredded into a bloody pulp.

Then, the air in front of him suddenly exploded, and the bloody mess broke out, but it was quickly engulfed by the evil energy and turned into nothingness.

Zhou You exhaled a breath of murky alcohol, but there was no trace of drunkenness on his face. He simply held a clump of crumbs in his hand and muttered to himself with some curiosity.

"A wandering spirit? No, it doesn't seem like a wild creature. It seems more like someone is controlling it, but it's not one of those Taoist or other low-class spirits, so..."

But before he could figure out the reason...

downstairs.

Suddenly, a scream rang out.
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Wen Tianyi felt as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare.

Although he carries a series of impressive titles, Wen Tianyi is actually not religious, and doesn't even really believe in ghosts and gods. The reason he used connections and favors to get a council membership was ultimately for one purpose.

That is, making money.

The logic is simple: there are so many foolish men and women in this world. They can just draw a couple of talismans, talk about scriptures in a mysterious way, and immediately a lot of people will send them money. It's stable, secure, convenient, and fast—isn't that much more comfortable than working a regular job or starting a business?
Moreover, he is quite talented, and his eloquence is truly remarkable. Over the years, he has achieved considerable success and even entered high society circles.

Although he had vaguely heard some strange things, he instinctively felt that they were all just charlatans, and that they were essentially no different from himself.

Who would have thought?
This time, I actually encountered the real thing!
Wen Tian held the peach wood sword with trembling hands, looking at the bizarre and terrifying scene before him. He regretted in his heart why he had to be greedy for this little bit of money and come to take this damn job!
Just thirty minutes ago.

The hall was brightly lit, with several groups of people sitting on one side.

Although it was already past midnight and everyone was yawning, no one seemed inclined to sleep.

Lin Chen's only requirement was to get through the night; everything else was irrelevant. Although everyone present had been pampered for a long time, for the sake of money, they could at least get through the night without any problem.

—Yes, money.

This is a wonderful thing! Ordinary people can only dream of it, but the powerful and wealthy can never have too much of it—just look at how, with this huge reward, even the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain who was about to leave sat down again.

Although he wasn't particularly capable, as the introducer, he could always pocket a share after the deal was done—with this huge sum of money, he could either retire from crime or take it to the next level.
However, just as he was dreaming about the future...

Suddenly, a soft 'creak' sound came from beside my ear.

The sound was so faint that it could be easily missed if one wasn't paying attention, but for some reason, Wen Tianyi suddenly remembered the cases Lin Chen had mentioned before, and a chill ran down his spine.

No way?
But when he looked up, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly relaxed.

—It's just that the door was blown open by the wind.

"That new kid, you go and..."

He chuckled halfway through his sentence.

That kid is long gone.

"Speaking of which, you're really asking for trouble—even if you wanted to make a quick buck, you should at least dress yourself up a bit. Your entire outfit is just a few hundred yuan worth of casual clothes, plus two pairs of sandals from the wholesale market. If you looked like that, no one would believe you were an exorcist."

Thinking of this, he shook his head again.

—These scammers these days are really something.

After silently despising the younger generation in his heart, Wen Tianyi then called to his entourage.

"No need to trouble the masters, you go and close the door first—I don't know why, but it feels strangely cold today."

However, the man did not move.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Wen Tianyi looked up with some confusion, only to see a terrified face.

what happened?
Just then, the 1.9-meter-tall bodyguard stammered out a sentence.

"Mr. Wen..."

"What's wrong?"

"Just now, it looked like a bloody face appeared on that door."

In an instant, Wen Tianyi felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

However, at that moment, a soft laugh suddenly reached my ears.

It's behind me, right behind me!
He immediately turned his head and looked at the other bodyguard, questioning him in a stern but weak voice.

"why are you laughing?"

The bodyguard did not answer.

The man's lips were twisted into an extremely contorted shape, emitting a series of sharp laughs, yet his eyes held no joy. Large tears streamed down his face, as if he were gripped by extreme fear, yet he couldn't utter a single word. At this moment, the other groups of people also noticed something amiss and immediately stood up.

The man in the Zhongshan suit by the fortune teller glanced over a few times, then asked in a low voice.

"Wen Tianyi, what are you up to?"

However, Wen Tianyi was completely baffled and could only mutter explanations.

"I... I don't know what happened. These two suddenly went crazy. Wait, did you two come here specifically to mess with me? I—"

The words have not yet fallen.

Suddenly, the door, which had been open, closed again.

Immediately afterwards, a snapping sound rang out.

Everyone lowered their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

It was a bright red footprint, branded right there.
In expensive wool carpets.

Then.

Countless blood-stained handprints covered the entire living room!

Time goes back to the present.

Laughter, screams, and roars echoed throughout the room.

Not only Wen Tianyi, but the rest of his followers also went mad. Each of them wore an arrogant expression, laughing, crying, and even collapsing to the ground after exhausting their strength, they did not stop.

As for others
Although the array painted with the Zhongshan suit was shimmering faintly, it was still unable to stop the footsteps of those bloody footprints. Now, it was screaming like a chicken being slaughtered, trying its best to get as far away from them as possible.

The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain were frantically wielding talismans, seemingly still able to keep going, but their faces were already streaked with tears and snot, completely unlike their previous dignified and otherworldly appearance.

The monks of Putuo Temple sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting Buddhist scriptures with great effort. Large beads of sweat streamed down their bald heads like rain, and it was clear that they were about to give up.

—A bunch of damn liars, you've screwed me over!

Wen Tianyi cursed inwardly, completely forgetting that he was also one of them.

Of course, given the circumstances, they did consider escaping, after all, money is more important than life, right? Unfortunately, all the doors and windows were sealed shut by an unknown force, and even swinging a chair to smash them wouldn't create a single crack.

—And that son of a bitch Lin Chen, why the hell did you buy such high-quality doors and windows!

Wen Tianyi cursed inwardly, but he couldn't find any way to escape.

Unlike those guys who had some ability, he was just a mortal. The only reason he wasn't killed by those bloody handprints and footprints was because the peach wood sword was an antique he bought at a high price to show off. It seemed it could hold out for a while.

But now it seems
Even if they manage to hold on, they probably won't be able to hold on for long.

Soon, in Wen Tianyi's despairing gaze, the faint light on the peach wood sword flickered a few times, and then...

It suddenly went out.

The handprints and footprints suddenly accelerated, approaching him.

Wen Tianyi shakily pulled out a bunch of yellow talismans—but they were useless.

Then he took out a crucifix from his pocket—still no use.

A scripture that cannot be named—is equally useless.

Within two or three minutes, he had emptied his pockets of all sorts of things and had prayed to all sorts of gods, both domestic and foreign. In the end, he could only collapse to the ground in despair, watching helplessly as his neck was slowly tightened around.

However, at that moment, an unusual voice rang in my ears.

"Hey bro, what are you doing?"

Using the last of his strength, he turned his head and saw only a face tilted to the side, looking utterly innocent.

Is it that young punk?
How come he wasn't attacked?

Wait, no matter why, he can save me!

It was as if a drowning person had grabbed a rope. Wen Tian struggled to call for help, but because his throat was blocked, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He could only blush and open and close his mouth forcefully, hoping the other person would understand what he meant.

With someone's extensive lip-reading skills, they would naturally understand instantly.

"Brother, what's going on?"

He nodded abruptly.

"—Want some water?"

Wen Tianyi nearly choked and couldn't catch his breath. He shook his head violently, pointing sharply at his neck.

"Oh, you don't want water, so you're hungry? Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen and find you something to eat."

Is this guy an idiot?!
If he could move freely now, Wen Tianyi really wanted to go over and strangle him, but now that his life was at stake, he could only gesticulate wildly.

The bloody handprint didn't care about any of that. It sank deeper and deeper into it, and Wen Tianyi's vision became darker and darker. He was about to faint.

Someone finally laughed.

"Fine, that's enough with the lesson. Is this really necessary?"

He shook his head and casually swung his sword.

Wen Tianyi's neck was suddenly released, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

But that wasn't the most surprising thing for him.

Starting from the tip of the sword, dozens of transparent figures emerged from the air, and then...
It shattered suddenly!

Zhou You looked around and then sighed silently.

As expected of the Dharma-ending Age, the cultivators of this era are indeed quite useless.

Longhu Mountain was once the leader of the Taoist sect, and any disciple from there was of higher status than Old Man Li. But what about now? The talisman has lost its spiritual light and its magical power is negligible. I'm afraid even the Taoist boys next to Xiao Dushui are stronger than him.

The man in the Zhongshan suit looked impressive, but he was clearly suffering from blood deficiency, indicating that he had been indulging in wine and women for many years. As for his identity, if Lin Chen hadn't mentioned the Guamen sect, he would never have guessed that this guy was actually a descendant of his own sect.

And then there's Director Wen.
Zhou You looked down.

The man, whose crotch was wet, immediately gave a fawning smile.

Even Taoist associations have these kinds of things; no wonder there are so many charlatans and swindlers these days.

Shaking his head, Zhou You temporarily set aside this matter and strode forward, stepping over the blood and flesh scattered on the ground.

These things, whose origins are unknown, aren't particularly powerful. I just don't quite understand how they're driven, but as the saying goes, one force can overcome all laws. Once the evil is cut off, nothing remains.

Only.

These things clearly have no intelligence, so how did they find their way here?
He walked past the unconscious man in the Zhongshan suit, and past the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain who was kneeling on the ground, trembling and looking down in shame, not daring to look at him again, and finally came to the monk.

The master from Putuo Temple seemed a bit exhausted as well, and he barely managed to lift his head to look at Zhou You.

"Thank you very much, benefactor. Please forgive this old monk for being blind to your greatness."

But before he could finish speaking, someone had already replied with a big smiley face.

Then, amidst the astonished and even horrified gazes of the others...

In an instant, the monk's head was chopped off!
(End of this chapter)