It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 89 The Great Sage Equal to Heaven: A True Man

Even in densely populated big cities, there weren't usually so many vengeful spirits, let alone in a small rural village. Something was definitely amiss. Li Xianyu thought of Shen Meng, the third master of the Shen family who had put him to death. He had once wielded a small bronze cauldron and commanded hundreds of ghosts.

"We've been discovered?" Li Xianyu felt a chill run down his spine.

"Shall we start tearing each other apart? Shall we start tearing each other apart?" You Mengyu asked excitedly, eager to try.

"They're not coming for us," Thunder Warrior said calmly.

Upon closer inspection, these vengeful spirits, each with a different manner of death, seemed to have simply been passing by. They paused briefly beside the Land Rover before heading off in the same direction.

You Mengyu opened her phone and sent a message to her companion, but received no response for a long time. She frowned and said, "I have a bad feeling. If she doesn't reply to my message in three minutes, it means something has happened to Xiaoyu."

"There's no time to lose, let's strike immediately." You Mengyu raised her eyebrows and said, "Let the remnants of the Ancient God Cult face a just judgment."

Li Xianyu retorted, "Are you going to be judged, or rather... tortured?"

"Don't talk about me like that, it's so mean. We're not close, I'll get angry," You Mengyu said.

It's about enjoying yourself!

Li Xianyu thought to himself.

The four immediately got out of the car and quietly followed the vengeful spirit.

The night was not deep, and every household had lit their lamps. There were not many people on the road. Occasionally, a few villagers would brush past a group of vengeful spirits, all of whom would suddenly shiver and bewildered without warning.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the number of Western-style houses in the surrounding area decreased, gradually being replaced by old houses. Rows of mottled old houses stood in the darkness, silent and eerie. The group of vengeful spirits wandered purposefully in one direction. If someone came out of the house or opened the window at this time, they would surely be terrified when they saw this scene.

"There are people ahead," Li Xianyu whispered.

The four cautiously approached and discovered that they were two ordinary people standing blankly in the darkness, their eyes lifeless, like puppets.

"A formation," You Mengyu said. "There's a formation ahead, and it covers quite a large area."

"Formation?"

"Hmm, judging from the two villagers' appearance, it should be an illusion array. Within its coverage area, everyone will lose consciousness and become completely unaware."

"Long Aotian's illusion array?" Li Xianyu asked subconsciously.

"That's right," You Mengyu nodded, "but it's obviously no match for the illusion array at our headquarters. They're not even in the same league. By the way, who cracked that illusion array at headquarters? They were incredibly skilled."

"I am but a humble person."

"It's you?" You Mengyu was taken aback, as if she were seeing Li Xianyu for the first time: "I thought you were just a pretty but useless sissy."

"It's better than a perverted masochist like you."

"Ugh, you say such hurtful things to me... Say it again, okay?"

"..."

They stepped into the illusion array and moved forward cautiously and slowly. Whether the array's radiation range was too large or its nature too low, not to mention Thunder War Maiden and the others, even Li Xianyu could easily withstand the whispers that seemed to be right next to his ear.

"This kind of low-level illusion array is the most commonly used method in the bloodline world. Criminals can cover a certain area and then humiliate and abuse innocent victims at will. When we law enforcement officers cover it up like this, we don't have to worry about being photographed and exposed even if we fight to the death."

"Wait, why is it called humiliation and abuse, but not murder and arson?"

"Of course, that's possible. By the way, are you a master of illusion?"

"No, my ability is self-healing."

"Oh, so how did you break Long Aotian's illusion array?"

Before Li Xianyu could answer, the three-nothing in front suddenly turned around and said crisply, "He's been cuckolded! Long Aotian has been cuckolded!"

You Mengyu was startled: "Oh my god, isn't Senior Sanwu famously a taciturn person?"

Li Xianyu: "Have you heard of her title as a human mockery machine? Also, she's recently been evolving into someone who resembles Li Shizhen (a famous Chinese physician)."

......

My name is Liu Kongchao, meaning "empty nest" in the sense of an elderly person living alone. I'm in my grandfather's old house, surrounded by countless vengeful spirits, but I'm not panicked at all because they can't get in. The problem is, I can't get out either. What should I do? I need help urgently.

Liu Kongchao is an ordinary student at a third-rate university in Chongqing. Both his parents have passed away, and he lives with his grandfather.

A week ago, the very old man suddenly passed away. He had lived a peaceful life without any illness or disaster.

The funeral was very simple. The Liu family were outsiders, and the lineage was a single son; they had no relatives in the village. Those who attended the memorial service were mostly old friends of the grandfather. And that's where the problem lay…

In rural areas, when someone dies, the vigil is usually held in the old house. That day, everyone had left, and Liu Kongchao was keeping vigil for his grandfather alone. He fell asleep in a daze, and at two o'clock in the morning, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

When I woke up, I saw an old man standing outside the door, his figure eerily orange.

It took Liu Kongchao a long time to remember who the old man was. He was Grandpa Wang, who lived at the entrance of the village and was a good friend of his grandfather. Liu Kongchao was studying away from home and rarely came back, so he almost didn't recognize him.

"Uncle Wang, what brings you here at this hour?" Liu Kongchao greeted him.

"I can't come now, I can only come after midnight." Grandpa Wang's old face was all smiles.

Upon approaching him, Liu Kongchao smelled a strange stench, but didn't pay much attention; the old man had a rotten smell about him.

Liu Kongchao noticed something strange: Grandpa Wang's posture when offering incense was odd. His whole body was stiff and straight, as if he couldn't bend over. He stood there holding the incense for a while and then left.

When Liu Kongchao looked at Grandpa Wang's back, he noticed that Grandpa Wang walked with his legs straight and his knees almost not bent.

On the day of his grandfather's burial, Grandpa Wang did not come. Liu Kongchao asked the elderly people who came to bury his grandfather, and was told that Grandpa Wang had died half a year ago.

At noon, in the sweltering summer heat, Liu Kongchao felt a chill all over his body.

"Empty nest, empty nest, open the door, it's Grandpa Wang!" At this moment, Grandpa Wang was banging on the door. This mud house of about forty square meters was shrouded in a faint golden light.

As Grandpa Wang collided with the golden light, the golden light also inflicted equal damage on him. At this moment, his withered face, covered with age spots, was completely deformed from the impact, black blood flowed, and maggots wriggled in his eye sockets.

"Don't open it, get out!" Liu Kongchao peeked through the crack in the door, suppressing the urge to vomit. More and more vengeful spirits surrounded the old house. Under the golden light, the vengeful spirits that were usually invisible became visible. They fearlessly charged at the barrier.

"You need to think of something quickly! Aren't you from the Baoze Group? Shouldn't people from the Baoze Group be able to catch atomic bombs and kick nuclear warheads?" he said urgently.

"That's not a Baoze employee, that's Superman Clark," said another girl in the room.

She was wearing a knee-length skirt, a t-shirt with off-the-shoulder design, white canvas shoes, and her hair was tied in a bun. Her face was bright and lovely as she fiddled with her phone, looking down: "I can't send a signal. My companions must know I'm in danger. And the real danger isn't these vengeful spirits, it's the people on the roof."

She appeared to be injured, her face deathly pale, staring at the golden bowl on the table: "This thing won't last long. It's a sacred treasure of a high-ranking Buddhist monk, indestructible. The people above can't break in for now. But everything has its counter. Without the blessing of Buddhism, the remaining Buddhist nature of this golden bowl will be completely worn away by the resentment and murderous intent of the vengeful spirits. That's when we'll truly be finished."

Xia Xiaoxue turned her head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Liu Kongchao retorted irritably, "Bullshit! If it weren't for you, I would have obediently handed over the map and saved my dog's life by now, okay?"

Tonight, two guys suddenly approached him. One was wearing a cloak and carrying a sword, while the other was a stunningly beautiful young woman with a hot body and electrifying eyes.

The other party was up to no good; they had come for the treasure map passed down in the Liu family. After careful consideration and rigorous analysis, Liu Kongchao knew that the enemy was strong and he was weak. So, he knelt down like a tiger and said, "Apart from my dog's life, you two big shots can take whatever you want."

Just then, a girl with a flowing skirt suddenly appeared from the side, ambushed the two of them, and dragged Liu Kongchao away.

Liu Kongchao felt like a duck that had been forced onto a perch.

Xia Xiaoxue sneered: "You'll die anyway if you go out now, so you might as well wait for my companions to come to your aid. That's why I still admire the Monkey King the most."

Liu Kongchao: "Why?"

Xia Xiaoxue said calmly, "Yes, only the Monkey King's staff is pointed at the enemy; other men only point it at women."

Liu Kongchao: "...At a time like this, stop joking."

He looked at Xia Xiaoxue's pretty face. There was no lewdness on her face; instead, she seemed to be stating facts with a serious expression.

I recommend Xia Hua's "I Really Live Forever," a novel with a revival of spiritual energy. It's super good, and this is definitely not just empty praise.

(End of this chapter)