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However, the head was moving extremely fast, drawing strange arcs in the air, leaving Chen Yile no chance to breathe.

Each attack was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as sharp as a blade.

When Li Yaoyao heard Chen Yile's shout, although she was terrified, she immediately hid behind the house.

She held her breath and only dared to secretly observe the situation in the front hall through the gap.

Chen Yile gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly, his mind racing as he thought of a countermeasure.

At this moment, he already understood that this head must have been cursed with an extremely vicious curse, and it looked so fierce that it seemed to have some kind of immortality.

"It must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise there will be trouble." He reminded himself secretly.

At this moment, the head suddenly accelerated, its speed almost too fast to be seen, and rushed straight towards Chen Yile's neck.

Chen Yile's eyes flashed, and he instantly injected his true energy into the demon-subduing pestle. He swung it out with a golden light, hitting the man's head and knocking him back fiercely.

The man's head was knocked over in the air, but was not completely destroyed by this powerful force.

After pausing in the air for a moment, it resumed its attack, seemingly even more ferocious than before.

"He is indeed a tough guy." Chen Yile snorted coldly, holding the demon-subduing pestle tightly in both hands, and the true energy in his body surged wildly.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he had already decided in his heart to completely get rid of this strange existence.

As Chen Yile injected a large amount of true energy again, the golden light on the demon-subduing pestle suddenly surged, and the entire room was instantly filled with dazzling light.

The head seemed to feel threatened and let out a shrill scream in the air. The sound waves cut through the air like a blade and headed straight for Chen Yile's eardrum.

Chen Yile did not retreat at all. He growled and swung the demon-subduing pestle straight at the man's head.

This strike contained all his strength and will, and carried unparalleled power.

The head seemed to want to dodge, but this time there was nowhere to escape.

Golden light poured out like a torrent, directly enveloping the person's head.

The head struggled violently in the light, emitting bursts of terrifying screams, and the expression on its face changed from the initial weird smile to extreme pain and fear.

However, all this was of no avail as the powerful golden light completely blocked it.

Finally, the human head turned into a wisp of green smoke in the strong light and disappeared without a trace.

The whole room returned to silence, with only a faint smell of burning lingering in the air.

Chen Yile breathed a sigh of relief.

I felt all the strength in my body being drained away in an instant, and I leaned weakly against the table.

The light of the demon-subduing pestle gradually dimmed and returned to its original appearance.

"Brother Chen, are you...are you okay?" Li Yaoyao walked out cautiously from behind, with panic still on her face.

Chen Yile looked up at her and forced a smile: "It's okay, it's been resolved."

Li Yaoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But her eyes were still filled with confusion and uneasiness: "Brother Chen, what...what exactly is that thing?"

Chen Yile shook his head.

A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes: "It seems that some things are more complicated than I thought."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the night with a serious expression.

The night breeze was cool, causing the curtains to flutter gently.

But there seemed to be a trace of evil spirit lingering in the air.

Then, the doorbell outside suddenly rang.

Li Yaoyao ran out from the back and said, "Maybe Sister Jiajia and Lin Qingyao are back. They left in a hurry and forgot to bring their keys."

"I'll go open the door now."

Chen Yile grabbed Li Yaoyao's wrist, his eyes revealing a hint of alertness and calmness.

"Don't go, I'll go." His tone was full of unquestionable firmness, as if he had sensed some ominous sign.

Li Yaoyao was startled by his sudden reaction and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

But when she saw Chen Yile's calm yet somewhat solemn face, she nodded involuntarily and silently retreated to the corner of the room.

She knew that Chen Yile never did anything unnecessary. Since he was so cautious, there must be something wrong.

Chen Yile walked slowly towards the door, his movements light and steady.

His fingers rested lightly on the door handle, but he did not rush to open the door. Instead, he moved closer to the peephole and looked through it carefully.

Through the narrow perspective, he saw that it was indeed Lin Qingyao and Wang Jiajia standing outside the door.

Both of them looked a little anxious, as if waiting for the door to open.

Chen Yile breathed a sigh of relief, then unlocked the door and slowly opened it.

Lin Qingyao, who was standing outside the door, looked up with some confusion and asked, "Brother Chen, why did you take so long to open the door?"

Wang Jiajia, who was standing by, smiled and said, "Do you think we are bad people?"

Chen Yile nodded, his expression slightly serious: "Yeah, what if you really are bad guys?"

Wang Jiajia couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and shook her head and said, "We two are your best friends, how could we be bad people?"

Lin Qingyao also smiled, her smile tinged with helplessness, "We just visited some museums. Take me to learn about modern history and culture."

"Even though I've been dead for three hundred years, I feel like I'm slowly adapting to this new world."

"Yes," Wang Jiajia nodded in agreement.

"Sister Qingyao is becoming more and more familiar with modern society. I think she's about to catch up with us."

When Chen Yile heard this, the tension on his face eased a little, but he still didn't completely relax.

He looked at Lin Qingyao and said seriously, "Being alive is a rare thing, so you should cherish it."

Lin Qingyao nodded and smiled firmly: "I will. Since God has given me this opportunity, I will definitely seize it."

At this moment, Chen Yile suddenly felt a cold breath approaching from outside, and his originally relaxed expression became tense again.

He narrowed his eyes, glanced outside the door, and then whispered to Lin Qingyao and Wang Jiajia, "You go upstairs first."

Lin Qingyao and Wang Jiajia were startled by his sudden serious tone.

They sensed something was amiss, but didn't ask any questions. They simply nodded quickly and headed for the stairs.

After watching them disappear at the end of the stairs, Chen Yile slowly walked out the door and looked up at the night sky.

The sky had become completely dark at this time, the moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, and an unsettling atmosphere filled the air.

He stood in front of the door, his back to the house, his eyes sharp as a knife, and said coldly: "Since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail? Get out!"

As his words fell, the air around him seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, a vague black shadow slowly condensed in front of Chen Yile.