Ghost Immortal

He yanked the eyebrows, making the Taoist priest wince in pain.

He dared not pause for a moment, his left hand forming a sword incantation, his right hand pinching his two tufts of white eyebrows, and he chanted an incantation:

"My eyebrows hold the fire of samadhi, my blood draws thunder from the heavens! I, the 36th generation disciple of Maoshan, beseech my ancestor to lend me his power, burn my eyebrow blood, and vanquish this evil demon!"

As the incantation ended, the two tufts of white eyebrows in his hand spontaneously combusted.

Pure white flames burned fiercely, and eyebrows and blood droplets merged into one.

It transformed into a white fireball the size of a millstone, radiating terrifying heat waves.

The female corpse sensed the power of the white fireball, and her scarlet pupils contracted sharply.

She tried to back away, but her right hand was too close to Master Si Mei, and it was too late to retract it.

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows pushed the white fireball toward the female corpse's chest.

The fireball streaked across the air like a white rainbow, moving at a speed so fast that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

The female corpse only had time to cross her arms in front of her chest before the fireball struck her.

"boom!!!"

White flames exploded, engulfing the female corpse completely.

This time, the flames were completely different from those from the previous Fiery Talisman.

The white flames, upon touching the woman's wedding dress, immediately burrowed into her flesh like maggots clinging to bones.

The remaining golden phoenix on the wedding dress turned to ashes in the white flames.

The fair skin was burned black and cracked, and the dark red blood seeping from the cracks evaporated into blood mist before it could drip.

"ah!!!"

The female corpse screamed in agony as she was scalded.

The white flames not only scorched her physical body, but also burned away the resentment and malevolent energy within her.

Once the vengeful spirit is eliminated, her power will weaken.

She rolled and struggled on the ground, trying to extinguish the white flames on her body, but unfortunately, the flames were impossible to put out.

The ground it rolled over was scorched and cratered, and the broken stones melted into dark red lava.

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows also suffered heavy losses.

Using his own two longevity eyebrows, nurtured for decades, as a starting point and his life essence as fuel, he performed a spell that is one of the forbidden spells of the Maoshan School.

This method is extremely powerful, but the cost is also extremely high.

The eyebrows are connected to the heart; plucking an eyebrow is like gouging out the heart, and the loss of essence and blood directly damages the foundation of one's health.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes sunken.

The gray hair at his temples increased at a visible rate, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.

This move cost him ten years of his lifespan.

But he stubbornly refused to collapse, shouting hoarsely to the crowd, "She can't hold on much longer! Now, everyone, give it your all!"

Zhao Tiezhu bit his tongue, spitting his last drop of blood onto the blade.

The blade aura on the waist knife lit up again, though much weaker than before, it was still capable of fighting.

He rushed forward and swung his knife at the woman's charred right arm.

Qiulan also came to her senses, put down her unconscious senior brother, took the last copper bell from her waist, and shook it vigorously with both hands.

The copper bell rang clearly and melodiously, but the spiritual energy contained in the sound waves made the female corpse move even more slowly.

Li Feng also joined in.

He leaped out from behind the rubble, and a lightning talisman shot out from his right hand, exploding against the woman's back.

Lightning and white flames intertwined, blasting a crater the size of a bowl into the back of the female corpse.

The other constables who were still able to move also picked up the fragments of the demon-locking chains, rubble, and broken swords from the ground.

They threw everything they could at the woman's corpse.

The female corpse had just been burned by white flames, and now it was bombarded by thunder talismans and slashed by sword energy, leaving it covered in wounds.

The malevolent aura emanating from her body evaporated continuously in the white flames, becoming so thin that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The charred skin could no longer heal quickly, and deep wounds that exposed bone covered his entire body.

She knew that staying any longer would lead to her downfall, and she decided to leave.

It slapped everyone away and then flew off into the depths of the mountains.

Zhao Tiezhu drew his knife to give chase, but was grabbed by the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist.

"Don't chase!"

Master Si Mei quickly stopped him.

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy! Although she is seriously wounded, if she is pushed to the brink and fights back with all her might, there are still not enough of us to kill her."

Zhao Tiezhu stared unwillingly in the direction the woman's corpse had fled, gritting his teeth as he said, "But she'll escape into the mountains, heal her wounds, and come back!"

Master Si Mei shook his head, swaying as he nearly fell, but Qiu Lan caught him.

"The resentment and evil energy burned away by the Samadhi White Flame cannot be replenished by absorbing moonlight. It will take her at least several months to recover to her full strength. If we chase after her now, we will only be throwing our lives away."

He then looked at Zhao Tiezhu with a solemn expression: "Besides, do you think this matter is that simple? This thing is definitely not an ordinary corpse suppressing device; there is likely a mastermind behind it all."

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows sighed and said, "The person who can set up such a trap is definitely not someone we can deal with right now. If we rashly chase them into the mountains, we might just be playing right into their hands."

Zhao Tiezhu had no choice but to sheath his sword and call his brothers to stop.

The quarry was a scene of utter devastation.

The three tomb raiders sat slumped on the ground, all wounded and crippled.

Several constables were bandaging the wounds of their injured comrade, while Qiu Sheng remained unconscious.

Zhao Tiezhu said in a deep voice, "Let's go back to the city first, settle the wounded, and report to the county magistrate. We can discuss this matter further later."

When they returned to Qingyan City, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Zhao Tiezhu led his constables and escorted the three tomb raiders back to the yamen to report their crimes.

Li Feng then helped Qiu Lan send the unconscious Qiu Sheng and the weak Four-Eyebrowed Taoist back to the mortuary.

The mortuary was located in the northwest corner of Qingyan City, right next to the city wall. It was a secluded and quiet courtyard.

The courtyard wall was made of gray bricks and was three feet higher than that of ordinary houses. Broken porcelain pieces and barbed wire were stuck on top of the wall.

The door was covered with crisscrossing iron bars, and a plaque with black background and white characters hung above the door.

Qingyan Mortuary

Pushing open the door, you are greeted by a spacious courtyard.

The courtyard is surrounded by single-story houses on three sides, and there are more than a dozen coffins in the main hall.

The coffins were of different ages; the new ones had a shiny lacquer finish, while the old ones were mottled and moldy.

In the corner lay several corpses wrapped in straw mats, all of whom were unclaimed and nameless victims of violent death, awaiting the authorities to verify their identities before burying them together.

Master Si Mei and his two disciples have lived in this kind of place for more than ten years.

Qiulan helped the Taoist priest with four eyebrows into the side room on the west side of the hall.

This side room served as the living room for the master and his two disciples, and its furnishings were extremely simple.

There was only a wooden bed against the wall, and a few yellowed Taoist scriptures were placed on a small cabinet at the head of the bed.

In the corner stands a half-person-high wooden statue of the Three Pure Ones, with three large burning incense sticks inserted in the incense burner in front of the statue.

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows was helped to lie down on the bed, his face pale.

But he was in better spirits than when he was in the quarry, at least his speech was no longer broken.

"Qiu Lan, go take care of your senior brother first. I'm fine."

Qiulan placed the water by the bedside and turned to go to the next room.

Only the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist and Li Feng remained in the side room.

Master Si Mei leaned against the headboard, sizing up the young man in front of him.

Li Feng felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but he remained standing still without looking away.

He used a concealment technique to suppress his cultivation level to the level of a six-inch spiritual root, so the other party should not be able to tell.

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows smiled and said, "Young man, please have a seat. Thank you for your help tonight."

Li Feng nodded and sat down beside him: "Thank you, Taoist Master."

Four Eyebrows then asked, "I heard from Constable Zhao that he's Zhang Gengtou's nephew?"

"Yes."

When did Zhang Gengtou die?

Li Feng repeated his statement from the yamen: "Five nights ago, when I went to seek refuge with him, he was already dead in the courtyard. He probably fell while circumambulating the night watch and didn't recover."

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows suddenly chuckled.

"Young man, you might fool the officials, but you can't fool this humble Taoist priest."

Li Feng's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface: "Why do you say that, Daoist Master?"

"I've met Zhang Gengtou more than once," said the Four-Eyebrowed Taoist priest thoughtfully.

"Although his cultivation level was not high, he was a genuine ghost cultivator. With the body of a ghost cultivator, the yin energy penetrated to the bone. Even if he fell to his death, his body should have been cold and stiff, with his skin and flesh turned blue. But according to Constable Zhao, his body was charred black, as if he had been struck by lightning."

He stared into Li Feng's eyes and said sternly, "He definitely didn't die from a fall; he was killed by a cultivator using lightning magic!"