Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Mentioning the Bloodthirst, the Ghost General couldn't contain his anger; even his expressionless mask vibrated with the breath he exhaled from his nostrils.

"He's bald! He looks like a monk, but he's dressed as a Taoist priest. He tricked me!"

A large knife was plunged into the ground, splitting a long gash.

Jing Li quickly moved away from that position.

"Bald? What does he look like?"

"A seductive pretty boy." He couldn't quite describe him; he just didn't look like a good person.

Alluring? Pretty boy?

Jing Li thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with such a person.

Jingli asked, "Was anything left behind?"

Without hesitation, the ghost general replied, "No."

Jing Li glanced at him, stopped arguing with him, and said, "I can take you to see your wife, but you have to follow my orders. After all, because of you, this blood-dampness has absorbed the yang energy of all the male infants in this village, which is extremely harmful to people in the mortal world."

The long-standing curse on Hehuan Village is nothing more than the result of a Yang-Devouring Array. No male babies can be born here because all the yang energy is devoured by the array. The Blood Glue, which serves as the array's core, absorbs the yang energy of male infants to suppress the ghost general.

That bald guy is quite interesting; despite the heinous nature of this formation, karma hasn't been able to find him.

He might be dead, but Jingli's keen senses reminded her that this person was definitely still alive.

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The sudden change in the weather startled Gao Yao and the others, leaving them drenched in cold sweat.

"Brother Yao, is this a ghost wall?" He Xiaochen asked, wary of his surroundings and trembling with fear.

He had never experienced such a scene before.

It felt like stepping into a battlefield of carnage; the chilling atmosphere alone made it hard to breathe.

"No."

Gao Yao had seen ghost walls before. As long as you memorized the marks and walked through them a few times, you would eventually find your way out. Or you could walk with your eyes closed and you would likely find your way out as well. But here, the surrounding environment was different, and every place was filled with yin energy.

It is truly unknown.

His solemn expression made He Xiaochen even more nervous. She shrank her neck and moved closer to the group.

They had never seen so many vengeful spirits appear at the same time before, which meant that there must be something even bigger hiding here.

Nangong Qinghe also felt something was strange; he had never encountered this aura before.

In all the paranormal cases he had dealt with in the past, he had never felt this intense unease. This was unlike him; he was always calm and composed. It was this aura that aggravated everyone's negative emotions.

He was worried about his sister and Qiao Feng.

Just then, two figures rushed out from the dark corner.

"Who?" Nangong Qinghe stopped and looked in that direction with vigilance and caution.

When the others heard him speak, they all stopped and stared in that direction.

"Who's playing tricks? If I catch you, I'll beat you to death!" Qianrui roared, his fists ready to strike.

A strong sense of tension hung in the air.

Exhausted, Chu Xia ignored the threat and ran out of the darkness with Zhao Yanchen. She had almost exhausted all her spiritual power to save Zhao Yanchen, and the murderous aura on her body was about to be overwhelmed. Fortunately, Zhao Yanchen woke up halfway through, otherwise... she wouldn't have been able to carry him.

Zhao Yanchen's blood was churning, his head was still spinning, and his eyes were bloodshot from the flying pebbles, making him look quite frightening.

Fortunately, he can still see clearly for now, but if he doesn't receive timely treatment, he will probably go blind.

Among the group at the head, Nangong Qinghe possessed a unique aura that immediately caught the attention of the two.

There is no doubt that they know each other.

"Qinghe, it's me." Zhao Yanchen saw Nangong Qinghe speak first, breaking the tense atmosphere. He endured the sharp pain in his chest and stepped forward with difficulty, wanting to tell her about his predicament.

But Nangong Qinghe stopped her sharply, "Stop!"

As he finished speaking, the people behind him also picked up their guns.

Qianrui was puzzled. The others didn't recognize Zhao Yanchen, but he did. He remembered that this was the young master of the Zhao family and had some connection with the eldest brother. Why did he look so disheveled, while the eldest brother... had a look of vigilance in his eyes?

Zhao Yanchen thought that Nangong Qinghe would treat him with some courtesy because of the friendship between their two families, but he didn't expect her to be so impolite! His face turned ugly, and he looked at Nangong Qinghe with cold eyes.

"what do you mean?"

His voice was so deep it seemed to drip with moisture.

"Tell me where Qianqian went first?" When Nangong Qinghe only saw Zhao Yanchen and Chu Xia, he thought of all sorts of possibilities. His only intuition was that the two of them had abandoned Qianqian. If Qiao Feng was also there, it could only be said to be Qianqian's misfortune, but since neither of them was there, it must be related to these two.

He held a gun, his sinister appearance suggesting he might kill the two men at any moment.

Seeing this, Chu Xia felt hatred, anger, and resentment welling up in her chest. She retorted, her tone full of sarcasm, "You are Nangong Qinghe? Nangong Qian is your sister? Truly, no good can come out of this family."

She didn't know Nangong Qinghe, but she had heard of his reputation—the living Yama of the Xuanshu world, who often disregarded the lives of others.

Even if such a person solves numerous paranormal cases, he is still a complete madman.

"Where did this wild girl come from, daring to call herself the boss?"

Qianrui was tall and strong, and his fiery temper made him unable to hold back immediately.

When his fiery temper flared up, it seemed he wanted nothing more than to kill this unknown wild girl.

In contrast, Nangong Qinghe remained much calmer, speaking with a composed yet firm tone: "Qianqian's disappearance is related to you!"

His voice was extremely cold, and his sharp eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.

Zhao Yanchen tugged at Chu Xia, blocking Nangong Qinghe's view with his entire body, and reminded her in a voice with a hint of warning, "Nangong Qinghe, Xiao Chu's disappearance has nothing to do with your sister's, and don't forget the status of your Nangong family in the capital!"

The threat in his words was clear to anyone.

In the capital, the Zhao family was considered a top-tier aristocratic family, while the Nangong family could only be considered wealthy, but not quite at the level of extravagance.

But Nangong Qinghe was clearly not afraid of this threat, and said nonchalantly, "If you explain clearly and it is truly none of your business, I will choose to let you go."

These words were spoken to early summer.

Zhao Yanchen's eyes turned cold instantly. This was a complete disregard for him. He was about to speak when Chu Xia's voice stopped him.

"What does her disappearance have to do with me? Let me tell you, as the captain of the Xuanling Group, the person you should be arresting the most is your sister. Nangong Qian colluded with the female Taoist priest who raises ghosts and killed many people in the village."

Early summer was very assertive, and thinking of Jingli filled her with resentment and bitterness.

Blood Vessel! She had finally learned that a magical artifact capable of suppressing the formation had slipped through her fingers, and the more she thought about it, the uglier her face became.