Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

Dinner time.

Several plates of vegetarian dishes and a bowl of brown rice were placed on the dining table.

Qiu Sheng held the bowl, his hands trembling, and tried to pick up some tofu with his chopsticks, but each time he dropped it on the table.

Finally, he simply scooped up two mouthfuls of rice with a spoon.

"I'm done eating, you can continue."

Qiu Sheng put down his bowl and couldn't wait to sneak back into his room.

The door slammed shut.

The lobby fell silent.

Uncle Jiu put down his chopsticks.

"That damned bastard! He's practically drained of all his vitality, yet his heart is still wandering outside!"

Master Simu chuckled.

"Hey, senior brother, as the saying goes, dying under the peony is still romantic, your disciple is truly a man of deep affection and loyalty."

Uncle Nine glared at Si Mu.

"Shut your mouth and stop making sarcastic remarks!"

Uncle Nine turned to look at Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, grab your gear, we're going out with your senior uncle tonight."

"I want to see for myself which blind ghosts dare to plot against my disciple, Lin Jiu!"

Lin Chen nodded and picked up the lightning-struck wooden sword from the table.

it's dark.

The mortuary was quiet.

After midnight, Qiu Sheng's door opened a crack, and a head peeked out, looking around.

After confirming that no one was in the courtyard, Qiu Sheng came out, changed into a clean long robe, combed his hair neatly, and sprayed some perfume on himself.

Although his face was pale and he was unsteady on his feet, he was unusually excited.

Qiu Sheng quietly pushed his bicycle out the gate.

He had just left.

Three people emerged from the shadows of the lobby.

Uncle Nine, Master Four Eyes, and Lin Chen.

"Let's go, follow them quietly."

The three of them trailed far behind Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng couldn't ride fast because he couldn't pedal at all.

We drove slowly and leisurely out of town, heading straight for the desolate woods on the outskirts of town.

Half an hour later.

Qiu Sheng stopped in front of a wasteland.

In his eyes, there was a magnificent mansion in front of him, with large red lanterns hanging at the entrance and candlelight burning inside.

He tossed his bicycle aside, straightened his collar, and walked over.

In the eyes of Uncle Nine and his two companions.

This is hardly a grand mansion.

It was clearly a mass grave that had been abandoned for who knows how many years.

Everywhere there were broken tombstones and overgrown graves, and the air was filled with the stench of decay and a sense of gloom.

Uncle Nine hid behind a big tree, watching Qiu Sheng's back.

Qiu Sheng walked up to a moss-covered, wordless tombstone and grinned foolishly at the air.

"Xiaoyu...hehe, I'm here. Sorry to keep you waiting..."

Qiu Sheng stretched out his arms as if to hug someone and pressed his face against the tombstone.

"Xiaoyu...you smell so good..."

As Qiu Sheng spoke, he pouted and kissed the stone face of the tombstone.

He was so engrossed in eating it.

Master Simu hid behind a tree, covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking, almost bursting out laughing on the spot.

"Oh my goodness!"

"Senior brother, your precious disciple has some really unusual tastes! He can even gnaw on a dead person's tombstone with such relish!"

Lin Chen also found it somewhat offensive.

This illusion is indeed deadly to ordinary people, as the senses of the living are completely bewildered by the ghostly aura.

Uncle Nine had a sullen face.

"It's utterly shameful!"

Uncle Nine drew the peach wood sword from behind him, took out a barrier-breaking talisman from his pocket, bit his middle finger, and smeared his blood essence on the talisman.

"You audacious fiend, how dare you cast a bewitching spell here to harm people!"

Uncle Nine shouted and leaped out from behind the tree.

The barrier-breaking talisman in his hand transformed into golden light and flew towards the tombstone in front of Qiu Sheng. The golden light exploded, and the surrounding ghostly energy was dispersed.

The grand mansion with red lanterns hanging above it twisted and disappeared before Qiu Sheng's eyes.

Qiu Sheng closed his eyes and felt the thing he was holding harden, smelling of earth.

He opened his eyes.

What came into view was not Xiaoyu's charming face, but a broken tombstone covered with green mold, with half a dried skull hanging on top of it.

Qiu Sheng just kissed the skull on the forehead.

"My God!"

Qiu Sheng cried out and fell to the ground, crawling backwards. He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and crawled backwards on his hands and feet.

"There's a ghost, Master!"

Uncle Nine walked over with his peach wood sword and kicked Qiu Sheng.

"Hmph, so you're scared now?"

"Weren't you looking quite carefree and happy gnawing on a dead man's bone just now?"

Qiu Sheng clung to Uncle Jiu's leg.

"Master, save me! Master, save me! It really is a ghost!"

A chilling wind swept through the depths of the mass grave, rustling the leaves.

A woman in a red cheongsam floated out from behind the large burial mound; it was the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu.

Dong Xiaoyu was surrounded by ghostly energy, and looked at Qiu Sheng on the ground with resentment in her eyes.

"Brother Qiusheng...you kept saying you cared about me, but you brought people to arrest me?"

Dong Xiaoyu's voice was unpredictable.

Uncle Nine pointed his peach wood sword forward.

"Insolent fiend! You have devoured the yang energy of living beings, violating the rules of Maoshan. You shall not be spared today!"

A chilling wind blew wildly through the mass grave.

Dong Xiaoyu floated in mid-air, her feet not touching the ground.

She looked at the peach wood sword in Uncle Jiu's hand, took half a foot back, and then looked at Qiu Sheng on the ground.

"You stinking Taoist priest, mind your own business!" Dong Xiaoyu shouted. "Brother Qiusheng and I are truly in love. I was just borrowing some of his yang energy; I didn't harm him."

Uncle Nine was so angry that he laughed instead.

"What a beautiful love story between a human and a ghost!"

"Humans belong to Yang, ghosts belong to Yin."

"Every time you absorb his yang energy, the life fire in his body weakens a little."

"In less than three days, you'll drain his life force, turning him into a walking corpse!"

Uncle Nine raised the peach wood sword.

"Humans and ghosts are different; today I will act on behalf of Heaven!"

Qiu Sheng sat on the ground, completely dumbfounded as he listened to Uncle Jiu's words.

He glanced at his master, then at Xiaoyu in mid-air. Although he knew she was a ghost, his infatuation still lingered in his heart.

"Master, don't kill her!"

Qiu Sheng actually dared to plead for mercy.

"Xiaoyu has never harmed me; she's been very good to me."

Uncle Nine was so angry that he kicked Qiu Sheng to the ground.

"Shut up! You lustful idiot!"

Master Simu shook his head beside him.

"Senior brother, your disciple is beyond saving. You might as well make him become this female ghost's son-in-law."

Lin Chen took a step forward, carrying the lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand.

Looking at the female ghost in mid-air, there was no bloodthirsty aura on her body, which meant that she had not killed anyone, but was just a lonely soul with heavy resentment.

However, evil spirits are evil spirits. They dare to act presumptuously in front of the Maoshan disciples and must be dealt with.

"Uncle-Master, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

Lin Chen spoke calmly.

"I just broke through to a higher realm, so I'll use her as a practice subject."

Uncle Nine glanced at Lin Chen and took a half step back.

"Be careful, this female ghost is quite powerful and knows illusionary bewitching techniques."

Lin Chen nodded.

There's no need to shake the Heavenly Court to deal with a female ghost of this level.

Lin Chen used the Seven Star Steps to head straight for Dong Xiaoyu. The Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture within his body circulated rapidly, and his magic power was poured into the lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand.

The black blade crackled with blue lightning and emitted a faint rumble of thunder.

Seeing Lin Chen rushing over, Dong Xiaoyu dared not be careless.

With a wave of his hands, two long white ribbons flew out from his sleeves and wrapped around Lin Chen's neck.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Chen shouted and swung his lightning-struck wooden sword horizontally.

The first move of the Maoshan Demon-Slaying Sword Technique: Parting the Clouds to See the Sun, a wooden sword imbued with the righteous energy of heavenly thunder strikes the white silk.

"Sizzle!"

The white silk ribbon caught fire upon contact with the righteous energy of heavenly thunder, turning into black ash.

Dong Xiaoyu exclaimed in surprise and stepped back, not expecting the wooden sword in the young Taoist's hand to be so powerful.

Heavenly Thunder's righteous energy is specifically designed to suppress evil spirits; a mere graze will cause injury, and a direct contact will result in death.

Seeing that she couldn't win by fighting head-on, Dong Xiaoyu immediately used illusion magic, her eyes turned red, and she cried out.