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Chapter 165 Returning
The villagers of Huangya Village also don’t remember that this “village temple” in the village was left behind by that generation.

In everyone's memory, it seems that since they can remember, this temple has been at the foot of the earth cliff.

It was just a bit dilapidated originally, but in recent years, under the protection of the village temple, life in the village has become better.

Only then was the village temple rebuilt and became its present magnificent appearance.

The headman's father died, and the villagers didn't know what tricks those ghosts had used. Huang Achuan's ghost has been in the temple ever since, becoming a ghost temple priest.

All I do is serve the ghosts.

That stage is actually not used for performing plays.

When the ghosts want to eat people, the villagers will find a way to knock out some merchants and send them to the temple.

This place is very close to Xiaoyu Mountain, and merchants going to Xiaoyu Mountain often pass through the village.

Among the ghosts, there are those who like to watch people being executed alive. Huang Achuan, the ghost temple priest, would skin people alive on the stage for the ghosts to enjoy.

Then distribute the flesh and blood to the ghosts.

Over the years, the number of merchants killed by them must be at least three hundred, if not five hundred!
There were many merchants who died while traveling in foreign lands, and no one came to investigate.

Later, when the ghosts didn't want to eat people, the villagers would pick out some merchants who looked easy to deal with, confuse them and kill them directly.

All the money and goods that the merchant carried on him would belong to the person who stole them!
There are also ghosts who like women, but it is not easy to find them outside, so the wives and girls in the village, led by Huang Achuan, walked past the stage.

Whoever Guiye took a fancy to, Huang Achuan would take him to the private room next door.

The hair that Xu Yuan saw on the bed in the next room were left behind when these women had sex with Gui Ye.

All the men in the village, young and old, are used to it.

Moreover, they no longer feel humiliated, but rather honored.

Because the Ghost Lord has taken a fancy to your woman, he will definitely give your family some benefits in the future.

Those who are not selected may have to beat their wives when they return home:
Who made you so ugly? Does the ghost look down on our family?

Who told you to eat so much every day? Your waist is thicker than a bucket, how can the ghost master look down on you?
Huang Achuan, the ghost temple priest, told everything he knew, spilling the beans from a bamboo tube and revealing all the ugly deeds of the entire Huangya Village!

I heard a man from the Extermination Bureau shaking his head.

These crimes can never be covered up with the excuse of "wanting to survive here".

Shi Ba Ding roared, drew the big sword from behind and struck hard.

The temple priest Huang Achuan was instantly shaken to ashes by the strong blood and evil spirit!
He was not worthy of going to the underworld.

This time, both body and soul were completely destroyed, leaving no trace in the underworld or the world of the living.

The headman Huang Chengwei stood aside with his mouth wide open. It was ridiculous that he had only witnessed the incredible methods of the ghosts, but he didn't know that the practitioners of the seven major sects also had even better methods!

The ghost temple priest completely disappeared, and he suddenly shook his whole body and screamed miserably: "Dad——"

Shi Bading glared at Huang Chengwei. If it weren't for the fact that Inspector Xu seemed to intend to keep this man, he would have been unable to resist chopping this man in half with a sword!

Xu Yuan sneered, looked towards the temple gate, and said sarcastically: "Stop shouting, your father has been destroyed, but the other father has arrived!"

"Here they come?!" Shi Ba Ding gripped his sword tightly, his fighting spirit blazing: "Those evil spirits are back?"

Outside the village temple, dark shadows suddenly appeared.

The face cannot be seen clearly, standing there in a gloomy manner.

The door gods blocking the temple gate made them realize that something had happened in the temple!

But they wouldn't have walked in through the door.

……

In the temple, the eyes of the headman Huang Chengwei flashed with intense hatred!
"The ghost man is back!"

"The time for you black dogs to die has come!"

In Huang Chengwei's eyes, these ghosts are invincible and are the most terrifying evil spirits in the world.

But Xu Yuan was too lazy to take action.

I was so exhausted from the fierce battle with the Pingtianhui in the temple during the day that I haven't fully recovered yet.

Xu Yuan pulled up a stool and sat down, then ordered, "Di Youzhi, you take charge."

"I obey your command." "If one escapes, you will be punished by guarding the yamen for three days. If two escape, six days. Do you understand?"

It would be a great loss of face for a dignified inspector to be punished to stand at the gate of the yamen.

Colleagues who know each other will always make some jokes every time they go in and out.

Especially with a "good brother" like Qin Ze, he would definitely go in and out of the government gate a few times even if he had nothing to do...

"Don't worry, sir, I won't let any of them escape!" Di Youzhi promised, patting his chest.

Di Youzhi began to deploy personnel.

Just as the arrangements were made, a gust of cold wind blew through the temple with a whoosh.

All the lights were extinguished and the temple was plunged into darkness.

Immediately afterwards, ghost fire lanterns appeared out of thin air and slowly rose up.

The lamp was covered with white paper, and a pale green light was emitted from inside!
The layout of the temple also changed, and the middle became a stage made of bones!

The eight-immortal table was set up.

The bowls, chopsticks and teapots were placed in their respective places.

The doors of the four boxes creaked open a crack.

Twenty tablets were supported by ghost-fire lanterns, each floating to its position, flipping over to become a name card, and falling down.

Huang Chengwei, the village chief, raised his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The masters have returned to the temple—"

"Please return to your seats, sirs!"

"From now on, I will take over my father's position and continue to serve you masters!"

"I still hope for your support, sir!"

These ghosts also come in different sizes, strengths and weaknesses.

The tablets on the top level of the altar in the temple are located in the private room.

The rest were on the eight-immortals table.

As the village chief Huang Chengwei finished his "Mingtang" with his exhausted voice, gusts of cold wind followed the name cards and took their seats.

In the four private rooms, a gust of cold wind blew in through the cracks in the doors.

There are two on each bench around the Eight Immortals Table.

But two of the old ghosts sat on empty space and fell to the ground with their butts.

Their stool was pulled away by Lord Xu.

Ghosts don't like to be on the ground, so the stools and tables are one foot higher than those for humans.

When you sit on it, your legs will hang in the air.

Huang Chengwei's ghost men were all in position, and Di Youzhi shouted, "Get started!"

He personally dealt with an old ghost in one of the four boxes.

He suddenly spat through the crack in the door.

Spit flew into the house like raindrops and hail, and burst into flames when it hit the ground.

Each one is a ball of fire!
This is a method taught by the Department of Eliminating Filth. For alchemists whose level is not high enough, it can expand the scope of the fire in the abdomen to the maximum.

Di Youzhi didn't know where the old ghost was hiding after entering the box, but hundreds of spitting particles flew in, which turned into hundreds of fireballs.

Enough to cover the entire house.

At the same time, the golden ball rises. If the flame burns and the old ghost escapes, he will be hit hard again.

"Ow—"

Suddenly, a shrill ghostly cry was heard in the box.

The old ghost was hit by seven or eight spitting stars, and the fire in his stomach suddenly raged, burning him in great pain, but he could not put it out or suppress it.

It was about to be burned into a wisp of green smoke!
(End of this chapter)