Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 74 Ghost Child
The boss withheld wages, fired employees, and verbally abused workers, ultimately leading to a massacre fueled by hatred.

Li Xuan understood. It was indeed an era of economic downturn, with jobs in short supply. Every penny was a lifeline, and being laid off now would only lead to certain death.

No matter who is right or wrong.

Unable to see the truth of what happened back then, he used the "Scripture of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable on the Exorcism of Sins in Fengdu" to send them all to Fengdu in batches. The good would receive good results, and the evil would receive evil results; they would all find their own place.

Hopefully, the underworld officials responsible for receiving these ghosts will not complain that the frequent arrival of ghosts adds to their workload.

After the ritual was performed, the Star Ring Building was considered clean, except for the "nuclear-powered" ghosts still working overtime on the twelfth floor. Li Xuan had promised them five days of work, and he had to keep his word.

Li Xuan was tidying up the altar when he suddenly heard the faint sound of a child's laughter. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a pale-faced child squatting in the flower bed across the street from the Xinghuan office building.

The child was extremely ugly, with narrow, elongated eyes, a sunken nose, and a mouth that stretched almost to below his ears, filled with sharp, black teeth.

He immediately realized that someone was raising demons!
The child was about five years old, wearing only a loincloth, and was constantly licking a candy wrapper in his right hand.

Li Xuan picked up the triangular command flag from the altar, aimed, and hurled it out!

The triangular command flag flew straight at the child!

puff!

Pale white pus and blood splattered everywhere!

The command flag pinned down the arm!

Li Xuan instantly put away the altar, grabbed the seal, and rushed out of the Xinghuan office building.

The ghost child seemed to know what it was about to face; it struggled desperately, tearing off its arm, then turned and ran, blood dripping onto the ground...

And so, in the pitch-black night.

The ghost ran ahead, and Li Xuan chased after it, but unfortunately, he lost it after chasing for a while...

He felt that this ghost child was probably related to the nine people who died in the Star Ring Building every year, and those four dark purple talismans were most likely the work of the person who raised the ghost child.

Just now, Ah-Kon mentioned that there is a building in Central, a suburb of Yau Tsim Mong, where a group of human traffickers used to operate as their base many years ago, killing many children.

Li Xuan felt it was necessary to investigate.

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New Territories, Kwai Tsing District, Southwest, Public Housing Estate.

There are places on Hong Kong Island where tall, U-shaped buildings are constructed, densely packed with numerous rooms, typically in a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout.

These rooms are cramped, and neighbors share a single balcony; the soundproofing is even worse than walking a few more steps.

The Hong Kong Island government, considering the lives of low-income individuals, established public housing estates to rent to them at prices far below market rates. To ensure that the truly impoverished can enjoy this benefit, residents' income cannot exceed the "public rental housing income and net asset limit".

Public housing estates house a large number of impoverished people, and the dense living environment actually fosters close-knit community interaction, making them more vibrant and lively than residential buildings.

Room 2044 on the 20th floor.

The living room was lit by red light bulbs, making everything look blood red. In the corner, behind a curtain, there was an altar with flickering candlelight and swirling incense smoke.

A series of coughs came from the room.

The door creaked open...

As the door creaked open, a hunched figure in a gray mandarin jacket slowly emerged, leaning against the wall. The withered old man looked to be over sixty.

His face was sallow, with sunken eyes, thin cheeks, and prominent cheekbones. He walked unsteadily, barely able to stand, and even accidentally knocked over a white ceramic ashtray. "Cough cough cough!"

Blood foam splattered on the wooden table!

The old man finally reached the altar, his trembling hands picking up a round ceramic jar. He poured out a fine, grayish-white powder, rolled it into a cigarette with paper, lit it, and then took a deep drag!
The embers flickered on and off in the cigarette butt.

The ashen color on his face slowly turned rosy, and he exhaled a cloud of smoke that lingered and did not dissipate.

There wasn't much powder left in the ceramic jar, and the old man's face was somewhat gloomy. Just then, the bell hanging at the door rang, and a grayish-white figure darted into the living room, hiding in a corner and trembling.

The old man carefully sealed the ceramic jar and said coldly, "Why have you been gone for so long? Are the remains gone?"

The ghost child in the corner was making a shrill sound, like a wail.

The old man seemed to understand. He turned around and saw that the ghost child was indeed missing an arm. He frowned and said, "You mean, someone was performing a ritual to release the ghosts of the Star Ring Office Building, and he suddenly found you and then dislocated your arm?"

The ghost child let out a shrill cry again.

As the old man listened to the ghost child's "description," his face grew increasingly grim. He thought to himself, "The people in the Xinghuan office building who perform rituals to help others pass on have some skill, but not much! If it were twenty years ago, I could easily kill such clowns! But now I have late-stage lung cancer, and my body is weakening with age. If I really have to take action, I'm afraid I'll have to pay a price."

Forget it...

The supplies at home can last a few more days; let's not take the remains from the Central Building for now.

He sat in his chair and finished smoking the cigarette made of ashes. His gaze was deep as he pondered, "The most urgent thing is to prolong life, not to fight with others. The vengeful spirits of the twins on the 24th floor are almost mature. Not long ago, a washed-up celebrity who tried to hang himself moved in. We can use him as a blood sacrifice for the twins to complete their final cultivation."

A painful sobbing could be heard coming from the corner.

It was that little devil crying, the pain of his severed arm unbearable, blood and tears streaming from his eyes.

The old man took out a dark purple talisman, gestured it in the air a few times, and threw it forcefully: "Nine spirits gather, seven souls are in the palm, so be it!"

The burning talisman landed on the ghost child, instantly igniting a translucent purple flame. The child writhed in agony, rolling on the ground until it knelt, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy, only then did the flames slowly die down. Curled up there, despite the excruciating pain, it dared not utter a sound, only trembling incessantly…

The old man's name was Chen Jiu, and the neighbors called him A Jiu, while the younger generation called him Uncle Jiu.

Ah-Jiu runs a family temple business, making money by predicting people's fortunes.

He outwardly does good deeds, but secretly he has been researching evil arts and using unorthodox methods to make profits. In his early years, he even participated in a large-scale child trafficking business.

The gang was later busted.

He secretly fled and sought refuge with his childhood friend "Ah-you," settling down in this public housing estate for over thirty years.

The place where the gang used to be based was called Central Building.

Because of the constant hauntings, the building was closed for a period of time. It reopened in the 1980s, but almost all the security guards who worked there died. Some choked to death on bones, some died in car accidents, and some died after their faces were covered with wet newspapers. One security guard named Zhang Jinming was bewitched by a vengeful ghost, which caused his wife to give birth to a ghost child...

Ah Jiu knew about this matter and knew that those children from back then had turned into vengeful ghosts. So he rushed over immediately and, taking advantage of the initial weakness of the ghost fetus in the early stages of its arrival in the human world, refined it into a ghost child that was exclusively his own, and secretly assigned it to do some shady things.

Two years ago, Ah Jiu was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer. Unwilling to die, he had a ghost child secretly bury the remains of abducted children in a hidden spot in a Central building. Using a secret technique, the remains were ground into powder, rolled into smoke, and inhaled to slow the progression of lung cancer...

He simultaneously drew upon the ghost child's ghostly energy to prolong his life and evade capture by the ghost messengers.

After two years, the ghost child has gone from a vengeful spirit to an ordinary little ghost, its strength greatly diminished. Anyone with a bit of skill can easily eliminate it...

　If there are some films from the same region, with a similar time frame and a self-consistent plot, I will connect them to increase the readability of the story.

　　Of course, it wouldn't work if it were connected to a world setting that is so different from "The First Commandment".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)