Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms: Sunflower Lord

In the Zhang family hall, the candles had long since gone out.

Only the shattered stone dragon fragments scattered across the ground emitted a faint last glimmer of light in the darkness.

But that light was also rapidly dimming.

Zhang Guangyuan slumped to the ground, his body stiff as a stone, unable to move.

On his face was the faint image of a small baby.

The baby was bluish-black all over, with short limbs, but an unusually large head. Its eyes had no whites, only jet-black pupils.

It lay on Zhang Guangyuan's face, its mouth open—

Inside that mouth were countless tiny teeth, layer upon layer, like the fangs of a piranha.

"Click."

The first bite landed on Zhang Guangyuan's forehead.

A small piece of skin and flesh was torn off, and blood flowed down the brow bone, covering the eyes.

Zhang Guangyuan tried to scream, but no sound came out.

His throat had long been locked by some invisible force.

"Click."

The second bite was on the bridge of the nose.

Cartilage shattered, and blood gushed out.

The infant phantom chewed with relish, its dark eyes sparkling with childlike innocence and satisfaction.

Zhang Guangyuan was still conscious.

All the flesh and blood had been devoured, leaving only a thin layer of blood clinging to the surface of the bones, giving off an eerie pink glow in the darkness.

Throughout the entire story, the "mother" in the Mother-Child Ghost duo never made a move.

She simply floated to the side, watching quietly.

His face was deathly pale and expressionless.

His dark eyes shimmered with an extremely complex light—hatred, grief, madness, and a hint of...relief?

After Zhang Guangyuan died, the mother and child ghosts did not linger.

She carried the infant's phantom image out of the hall and floated towards the Zhang family's backyard.

There, there are people she hates even more.

Zhang Yuanlang, the instigator, is currently hiding in a corner of the woodshed, trembling with fear.

Beside him were several henchmen who had been involved in the affair, their faces ashen, huddled together.

"No...don't come any closer...please...don't come any closer..."

Zhang Yuanlang's voice was hoarse, tears and snot streamed down his face, and his crotch was already soaked.

The mother and child ghosts ignored his pleas for mercy.

She simply raised her hand and pointed lightly.

The baby's phantom floated past merrily.

The screams rang out again.

Just as the mother and child ghosts drifted toward the backyard, the five night patrolmen made their move.

Taking advantage of the moment when the ghost's attention was diverted, they simultaneously unleashed their true energy, propelling their magical artifacts to their feet. Like a shooting star, they smashed through the courtyard wall and burst out of the Zhang family courtyard shrouded in thick, ghostly mist!

"Hurry up!"

"Get out of here!"

"We need help! We absolutely must call for help!"

The five people burst out of the fog, staggered to the ground, panting heavily, and drenched in cold sweat.

They could see everything clearly through the hall door.

The scene of the baby eating a living person, the horrific sight of the pink skeleton, is deeply etched in their minds, and they will probably never forget it for the rest of their lives.

so horrible.

Those mother and child ghosts are much stronger than last night.

They were able to fight them last night, but if they face them again tonight, they probably won't last a day.

I must leave.

We must ask for help from above.

However, as soon as they steadied themselves and looked up—

There were three people standing in front of me.

Ji Ruchang, Zhao Wu, and Qian Laoliu.

Sixteen eyes meet.

The expressions on the faces of the five night patrolmen instantly became incredibly interesting.

There was embarrassment, anger, vigilance, and a hint of barely concealed...guilt?

"Fellow Daoists!" Ji Ruchang spoke first, his face full of worry and urgency. "We sensed the unusual activity here and rushed over to help! What's the situation inside?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept past the five people and fell upon the Zhang family courtyard shrouded in thick fog, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

The five men exchanged glances. The leader took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"That vengeful ghost is much stronger tonight; it has already killed the Zhang family patriarch and several other clansmen. Even if we join forces... we probably wouldn't be a match for it."

He paused, looked into the eyes of Ji Ruchang and the other two, and said, word by word, "We must seek help immediately, otherwise the entire town will be doomed!"

Zhao Wu and Qian Laoliu's expressions changed.

Asking for help?

Does that mean they're going to... run away?

Ji Ruchang seemed not to have heard the words "request for help," but simply frowned and said:

"The vengeful ghost just mutated? Last night it was merely fighting with you gentlemen, and tonight it's already capable of killing the Zhang family patriarch?"

His words, seemingly asking about the situation, actually pointed out a key point—although the mother and child ghosts were strong, they had just mutated and their foundation was not yet stable. If they were not eliminated now, they would only become more difficult to deal with once they devoured more flesh and blood.

This is common knowledge taught in the Immortal Academy.

The five night patrolmen naturally understood as well.

But understanding is one thing, doing is another.

The man in the lead said in a deep voice, "We understand the reasoning, but the situation inside is more dangerous than you imagine."

The vengeful ghost summoned dozens of wandering spirits, and a thick fog enveloped the entire Zhang family compound; entering meant certain death.

It is our duty to request assistance; please send someone stronger from above to handle this."

That sounds very high-sounding.

In other words: We don't want to die, so who cares?

The way they looked at Ji Ruchang and the other two even carried a subtle hint of disdain and pity.

These three idiots, can't they even see this?

Is it worth risking your life for those ordinary people?

However, Ji Ruchang's next move completely froze the expressions of the five people.

He didn't ask any more questions.

They didn't even glance at them.

He simply nodded slightly, said, "Thank you for your hard work, esteemed sirs," and then—

With one stride, he passed the five people and rushed straight into the Zhang family courtyard shrouded in thick, ghostly mist!

Zhao Wu and Qian Laoliu exchanged a glance.

They saw the hesitation in each other's eyes, and they also saw... that little bit of fighting spirit that had been ignited in each other's eyes.

The boss has gone inside.

where are they?

A moment later, the two gritted their teeth, stomped their feet, and rushed in!

Three figures disappeared into the thick fog.

Only five night watchmen remained, standing there dumbfounded.

The wind blew by, making their robes flutter.

After a long while, the leading man finally came to his senses, his expression extremely complex.

"They...really went in?"

One of the people next to him swallowed hard and whispered, "How about... we..."

"Shut up!" The leader glared at him fiercely. "Go ahead and die if you want! Let's go!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran out of the town.

The four people behind him hesitated for a moment, but finally followed.

Five figures quickly disappeared into the night.