The Three Pure Ones' Secret: Expressing Spirit

Perhaps truly terrified of Fan Biao, the three demons stared at Old Fan, and the white-haired old demon hurriedly said to Fan Biao, "Young man, who exactly are you? We have no grudge against each other, why are you stopping us?"

Fan Biao looked at the three monsters and said coldly, "Originally, there was no problem. If you had stayed quietly in the mountains, no one would have bothered you. But since you've been causing trouble among humans, I have no choice but to deal with you properly!"

Although the white-haired old monster looked terrifying and bizarre, I could see fear and dread in his eyes. He hurriedly explained, his face full of doubt, "Hey, wait a minute, we didn't do anything to harm anyone. We just came here to return a soul!"

Although they were terrified and spoke sincerely, Fan Biao remained unmoved. I looked at them; although they were ugly and frightening, they seemed to be true to what they said. They didn't seem to do anything too outrageous after they came in. On the contrary, it was me and Lao Fan—no, Lao Fan alone—who rushed over and started punching and kicking.

Perhaps my experience is limited, and I didn't realize that demons are masters of bewitching people, not only with their words but also with their sorcery. Perhaps they knew their magic wouldn't work on Fan Biao, so they tried to gain his sympathy through communication. But Fan Biao saw right through them: "Stop talking nonsense! Are you trying to fool me? Who taught you this soul-capturing technique? If you don't explain yourself today, don't blame me for crippling your cultivation!"

Sure enough, when their attempts to confuse them failed, the demons revealed their fierce eyes. The white-haired old demon seemed to have given two demons a death sentence, for three demons sprang out from behind the corpses, crawling on the ground like animals, their rear ends and tails sticking up high, their chests pressed to the ground. They raised their heads and stared menacingly at Fan Biao.

Old Fan didn't even look at them properly. Instead, he pulled the black iron chain and dragged the ghost of Old Qiu to his side. He had already prepared a talisman in his hand and stuck it on the ghost's forehead. The ghost, which had been struggling, instantly became motionless as if it had fallen asleep.

Fan Biao shoved Old Qiu's ghost next to me. I wasn't prepared at all and was startled by the ghost suddenly appearing beside me. Seeing that Old Fan had put on a talisman himself, I calmed down a bit. But before I could ask Fan Biao why he had pushed Old Qiu's ghost to me, three monsters pounced on Fan Biao like hunting wolves.

But Fan Biao was already prepared. He lashed out with the iron chain in his hand at the two monsters that were attacking from both sides, knocking them into the air. Perhaps the iron chain had some magical power, or perhaps Fan Biao was just too strong. The two monsters that were attacking him were knocked back to their original form by the iron chain in Fan Biao's hand. They turned out to be two badgers. However, I don't know much about animals, so I don't know which kind of badger they were.

The white-haired old monster was very cunning. The two monsters that Fan Biao had defeated had obviously become cannon fodder for the white-haired old monster, but the white-haired old monster did not hesitate and pounced on Old Qiu's corpse. Using some unknown method, Old Qiu's corpse actually stood up from under the white cloth covering it.

All we could see was Old Qiu's corpse, its leg contorted in a grotesque and menacing manner, glaring fiercely at Fan Biao and me.