After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

The dark mass instantly filled the already cramped courtyard, with blades and spears gleaming coldly in the torchlight.

"Since there's no way out..." Zhou Xian retreated behind the soldiers, a desperate, ruthless grin spreading across his face. "Then kill everyone here, leave no one alive! I'll handle the aftermath!"

He pointed at Xie Jinchen, Jiang Dusheng, and the guards, and roared hysterically:

"Mountain bandits and outlaws attacked Pingqiao Town, and Prince Xie tragically died while saving the people!"

Upon hearing this, the team leader's expression changed slightly, but he seemed to already be deeply bound to Zhou Xian. After only a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth and gave a stern order:

"Brothers, kill the bandits! Charge!"

The soldiers hesitated for a moment, but under Zhou Xianhe's repeated urging and the imposing presence of the squad leader, they slowly raised their weapons and, in a semi-encircling formation, slowly approached.

Although Xie Jinchen's bodyguards were strong, there were only a dozen or so of them, including himself and Jiang Dusheng.

Surrounded by dozens of soldiers, and having to keep an eye on the captured men in black, the situation suddenly reversed.

at this time,

"Mother! Help me!!!"

A terrified scream came from the direction of the backyard.

Everyone was taken aback and instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

A chubby boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in fine clothes but trembling with fear and tears streaming down his face, appears in a bizarre way.

His feet were several feet off the ground, and he looked like a tattered garment suspended by invisible ropes, swaying and floating towards the front yard.

He flailed and struggled wildly, his fat face trembling with fear, tears streaming down his face.

Her once fair face was now deathly pale, her lips trembling, and she could only scream repeatedly.

"A ghost! There's a ghost! Mother! Help me! Tell it to put me down! Put me down!"

In Zhou Mama's eyes, the scene before her was so terrifying that she almost fainted on the spot.

Where did her precious son Zhou Feng come from?

It was clearly a disheveled ghost who used its translucent hands to grab the back of his collar and forcefully pull him over!

The ghost was none other than Wang Dazhuang, who had just been sent to the backyard.

However... Wang Dazhuang at this moment was no longer the dashing and debonair man he once was.

His soul was noticeably thinner and dimmer than before, clearly indicating that he had encountered considerable trouble in the backyard.

Jiang Dusheng frowned slightly and his lips twitched slightly as he looked at Wang Dazhuang's miserable state: "Dazhuang, what happened to you?"

Although she had anticipated that there might be protection in the backyard, the fact that it could damage Wang Dazhuang's soul was clearly beyond her expectations.

Wang Dazhuang, carrying the struggling Zhou Feng, quickly floated closer. His soul was unstable, and even his voice was filled with lingering fear and a tearful grievance:

"Master! You must do me justice! This kid has two protective ghost puppets hidden in his room!"

"It's chilling! The moment I stepped inside, my handsome, paper-thin body was corroded with several holes! They almost tore my soul out and chewed it up!"

He shuddered, still shaken: "There was no other way. I had to act decisively, abandon the physical body, and use my soul to tough it out. It took all my strength to pull this chubby kid out of bed! You can see I'm completely out of my mind!"

It seems that Granny Zhou truly loves this son as much as her own life, sparing no expense to set up a higher level of evil magic protection around him than the black-clad men in the front yard.

Jiang Dusheng's eyes turned cold, and before the soldiers who were directing the group could make a move, his figure had already swept past like a ghost.

Xie Jinchen tacitly stepped aside, and Jiang Dusheng instantly cut in, a chilling short blade appearing in his hand at some point.

With a flick of her wrist, the blade was firmly pressed against Zhou Feng's throat, drawing out a line of blood with a slight pressure.

"Stop it, all of you!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "Otherwise..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Zhou Xian and Granny Zhou, whose faces had instantly turned deathly pale. "Your only son in the Zhou family will be killed on the spot!"

"Stop! Stop now! Put down your weapons! Back off! Back off!!!"

Zhou Xian and Granny Zhou screamed almost simultaneously, their eyes wide with rage.

Granny Zhou abruptly turned her head and, facing the two puppets who had already reached the courtyard gate and were about to continue their pursuit of Wang Dazhuang's soul, shouted in a shrill voice with a peculiar rhythm:

"Stop! Don't move!"

The two puppets froze on the spot upon receiving the order.

The sudden turn of events stunned even the approaching soldiers.

They looked at the county magistrate and Granny Zhou, who were pale and completely flustered, and exchanged bewildered glances.

He was frozen in place, unsure whether to raise or lower his weapon, and dared not make any further moves.

Wang Dazhuang's soul finally breathed a sigh of relief and floated leisurely behind Jiang Dusheng.

He glared fearfully at the two culprits who had ruined his handsome body, and, relying on Jiang Dusheng's support, he kicked them a few times in the air, muttering under his breath:

"Pah! You two clueless idiots! Give me back my handsome body! Once I have a new shell, I'll definitely... Humph!"