Marriage of the Ghost Chapter 2

At midnight the next day, he arrived as promised. He was wearing a clean light grey Taoist robe, his long hair was neatly combed up with a lotus crown, and a small widow's peak was revealed between his eyebrows.

"Master, are you really unwilling to agree to my request?" Just like the last two nights, he stood outside the door politely, with a look of helplessness on his face. "My little sister is really sincere to you. I beg you to show me mercy and let me go and meet her."

"Evil creature, stop talking nonsense and misleading people." The cold-faced Taoist refused. His sleeves fluttered without wind, and he raised the sword in his hand. Lightning and fire flashed between his left palm. Before he finished speaking, he swung his palm and struck, "Tao is Tao, and demon is demon. Humans and ghosts have different paths, and demons fight each other. How can we confuse good and evil?"

"It turns out that in the eyes of the Taoist priest, all humans are good and all ghosts are demons." After taking his palm and sword attack, Han Zhi did not escape like the previous two times. Instead, he forced his way in front of Lucas Fu.

The Taoist's eyes were frost-covered, and a ball of fire rose from his palm. The lone ghost pursed his lips and looked back stubbornly, his face becoming even paler under the flickering lightning and fire: "What if I say that there are good ghosts?"

"Why not?" Alexander Qin asked in disbelief.

Lucas Fu sat upright and spoke without hesitation: "Tao is Tao, and demon is demon. Tao promotes good, and demons do evil."

"Since there can be evil people among humans, why can't there be good ghosts among ghosts?" He is the emperor star who appears in the world, with a benevolent heart and benefits the world.

The stubborn Taoist tasted the bland steamed bun bite by bite and remained silent.

The ghost said the same thing.

"There are countless creatures in the universe. Have they all devoted themselves to the Way and never hurt an ant, never done a wrong thing, never said a word to defame someone? Then, where do the great thieves come from? Where do the traitors come from? Where do the villains come from? Who caused this chaotic world? Who created it? Ghosts? Monsters? Demons? Demons come from the heart. Since ghosts and monsters have no heart, then whose heart does the demon come from?"

He raised his chin high, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain: "Punish evil and promote good, exorcise evil and correct the wrongs? Humph, ordinary people kill people and set fires, R@p3 other people's wives and daughters, and you keep silent and watch coldly. I, Han Zhi, am no more than a lonely ghost. I have practiced with all my heart, never frightened the elderly and the weak, never deceived the children, and sincerely invited you to be the objective ceremony. It's fine if you refuse, but why do you draw your sword against me again and again? Is this really good as you say? Or, as I say, evil!"

The ghost was severely injured, his body was swaying, and blood was flowing from the corners of his lips. Only a pair of eyes were burning with anger, staring at him fearlessly, reading his name word by word: "Lucas Fu, you killed demons and evil spirits and collected all the ghosts in the world. Have you really never killed anyone by mistake?"

Wrongful killing? The universe is clear and the justice is obvious. How can it be wrong to use justice to fight evil?

With his brows knitted, the Taoist lit up lightning and fire as if to strike. Han Zhi said nothing, staring at him fiercely with his eyes wide open. Lucas Fu suddenly realized that the ghost's pupils were actually clear and transparent, and there was not a trace of foul smell in the vast ghost fog that filled the room.

Could it be... With his palm suspended in mid-air, wrapped in the power of thunder and lightning, Lucas Fu hesitated, allowing the ghost shadow in front of him to slowly fade away, and finally dissipate before his eyes like smoke.

Standing in front of the door, the Taoist's eyes were filled with the complicated look when he left. Disappointment, frustration, and a little sadness...

Outside the West City Gate was an endless wide official road. The setting sun was like blood, shining on the wild grass on the roadside. After years of fighting, such dilapidated scenes could be seen everywhere. If it weren't for the soldiers on the city walls patrolling back and forth in shining armor, the entire Qujiang City would be as silent as a dead city.

Gabriel Helian glanced at the garrison at the edge of the city and whispered to Alexander Qin, "Based on the size of the garrison and our observations over the past few days, it doesn't look like there is a large army stationed here."

"But there is clearly a tip-off..." Alexander Qin was puzzled.

Gabriel Helian took another look and said with certainty: "If there were a large army here, it would not be like this."

"Where will those rumored armies go?" Seeing Gabriel Helian remained silent, Alexander Qin turned to look at the Taoist beside him, "Lucas Fu?"

The Taoist kept a stern face from beginning to end, standing far away under a big locust tree not far from the city gate.

Alexander Qin suddenly had an idea and said he wanted to see the big locust tree outside the west city gate. At this time, his intention was finally revealed. He grinned and asked Lucas Fu curiously: "Do ghosts also get married? Is it the same as in the human world?"

Before Lucas Fu could answer, he was dragged away by Gabriel Helian, who looked nervous.

Watching the two of them playfully pulling forward and the other backward, the Taoist couldn't help but smile. How could this be the general with brilliant military achievements and the prince who was about to ascend the throne as rumored?

After thinking for a while, Lucas Fu shook his head, put his two fingers together, and muttered something, drawing an invisible barrier under the tree. If he gathered all the righteousness in his body, the ghost would not be able to detect him.

There is no moon tonight, the night is as dark as ink. A red lantern slowly floats in the distance. It sways and trembles. But there is no one holding the lantern. Behind the strange red light, there is a faint sound of music, and a series of strange black shadows jump out of the tightly closed city gate. A monkey playing the suona, a black bear beating the flower drum, two wild boars holding a big gong, and in the middle there is a brown-haired fox wearing an oversized robe, holding up a mallet and shaking his head to beat happily.

The evil spirit was overwhelming. The soldiers on both sides of the city gate stood straight, but they seemed to have lost their souls, ignoring the strange scene in front of them. On their stiff and stunned faces, they didn't even blink.

"Come in, bride." The red sedan chair carried by four headless ghosts was dazzling. A deer spirit with a red flower in its hair walked out crookedly from the front of the sedan chair.

Two figures, one red and one dark, appeared out of thin air. Han Zhiwei was no longer dressed as a Taoist priest. He wore a dark robe, with his long hair pulled back and tied loosely with a hairband of the same color. The bride was wearing a veil, and was covered in a striking red outfit from head to toe.

On a night like this, surrounded by a group of beautiful ladies, both the wedding dress and the sedan chair were extremely bright red.

Lucas Fu saw Han Zhi holding the bride's hand and giving her some instructions. The bride nodded and immediately walked towards the wedding procession.

"The auspicious time has come, get on the bridal sedan!" the deer demon hurriedly shouted again.

"Milimala", the music started loudly, and the out-of-tune joy was blown into a twisted and confusing shape.

Suddenly, the bride, who had already lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, turned around. Lucas Fu's expression tensed, but he saw her raise her hand to half-open the veil, revealing her snow-white chin and bright red lips. She smiled brightly, facing the locust tree here, facing Lucas Fu under the tree.

Lucas Fu was shocked and turned to look at Damien Han. The ghost in black clothes still had a dignified and elegant face. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to him.

When he stood up, the upright Taoist clearly saw the smile that flashed across his lips, which was proud and cunning.

"What happened next?" Alexander Qin asked curiously, fanning herself.

People were coming and going in the teahouse, and someone mentioned anxiously that he had seen a strange black shadow outside the west city gate at night.

"Gone." Lucas Fu answered simply while drinking tea.

"Why did you just leave like that?" Alexander Qin was disappointed while holding half a piece of mung bean cake. "Didn't you come over to say something to me? Didn't you say anything? You only saw half of my face. How could that be?"

Words of regret came out of his mouth one after another, and the young prince's face was full of frustration.

The Taoist priest, who was completely clueless, said with a blank face: "She is a demon."

Gabriel Helian looked at him with eyes full of pity.

Alexander Qin frowned painfully, and her voice unconsciously rose a few notches: "That is also a girl, a girl who has admired you for a long time."

"So what?" The Taoist didn't even tremble, his tone was steady and his words were ruthless, "A monster is a monster, what's the difference?"

"Pah---" Alexander Qin put away the fan and stood up suddenly, "Helian, let's go!"

Lucas Fu looked up at him in confusion, not understanding why this prince, who usually greeted people with a smile, suddenly got angry? Gabriel Helian was an honest man. The honest man shook his head, looked at the innocent Taoist, and finally couldn't bear it. He patted him on the shoulder and followed Alexander Qin out of the teahouse.

I have been in Qujiang for several days now. Although people are talking about strange things from time to time, everything is peaceful inside and outside the city. I have not heard of any children missing from any family, nor have I seen any suspicious people.

In fact, apart from the ghost who called himself "Damien Han" and the strange wedding procession at the west gate that night, there was not even a single monster in the city. Only a trace of strange aura was still wandering freely in the streets and alleys. In addition to the evil spirit and ghost aura, Lucas Fu also smelled a faint smell of death, which was not strong, but full of sorrow and resentment.

During the war years, the business in the inn was quiet. The old shopkeeper and his wife did not dare to be careless and only allowed their grandson Toby to play in the inner courtyard. The little child was very sensible, did not cry or make a fuss, and often sat on the steps with his knees hugged in a daze.

Alexander Qin felt sorry for him and carried him into the room. The child was very reserved and sat on his lap, not daring to move. However, he was very smart in learning to read, and in a short while he could fluently recite the simple poems that Alexander Qin had taught him.

Alexander Qin smiled and praised him to the old shopkeeper: "This child is very talented. He will be able to take the exam and become an official in the future."

The old shopkeeper smiled from ear to ear and reached out to touch his grandson's shaved head: "Thanks for your good words. How can a child be so kind? He even stole the white rice cake made by his grandmother yesterday."

"I didn't!" the child, who had been quiet until then, unexpectedly retorted loudly.

"Why not? It's been several times. There are only so many people here, who else could it be except you, a greedy little cat?" The old shopkeeper couldn't hold back his face, tapped his forehead, and blamed him, "How many times have I told you? This is food for guests. If you want to eat it, ask grandma to make it for you later. This child just won't listen."

"I don't have it! I don't have it!" The child was anxious and his little face turned red.

The old shopkeeper was embarrassed. He took his hand and dragged him out forcefully: "Let's go. Let your grandmother tell you to go. This kid..."

"If I cried like this when I was a child, I would be punished to kneel in the ancestral hall." Looking at the backs of the grandfather and grandson, Alexander Qin was moved.

The old prince was famous for his ruthlessness on the battlefield. There was a rumor that when he led his troops to suppress bandits, he slaughtered an entire village, not even sparing the elderly with white hair and crying babies. It was just because someone in the village was hiding the bandit leader. He was so harsh to the outside world, and he was also harsh to his own son.

"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. But he never showed me any mercy. I hated him so much back then, but now when I think about it, I miss him a little bit." Three years ago, the old prince died on the battlefield, and Alexander Qin inherited the title. Half of a person's life is wasted in the flames of war, and the last glance before death is still blood red, without any trace of peace and prosperity.

"You always say that you envy me for having a father. Haha, who knows who is suffering?" Glancing at the silent Gabriel Helian, Alexander Qin lowered her head and laughed at herself, "But he said the same thing to you. This prince is too weak. With this prince's temperament, I can't do anything big."

Gabriel Helian hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "I dare not."

Alexander Qin waved her hand and turned to ask Lucas Fu: "Where is the Taoist priest? Do you still remember your parents?"

"Master said that I came here to save the world and defeat the devil."

After a long time, someone else asked him the same question. The cold-faced Taoist confessed everything. The man couldn't help sighing, turned away, and complained angrily: "You wooden Taoist! Did you come out of a stone? You can't even say a single kind word to me."

Of course, that was a long, long, long time later.

Toby has no friends and is always alone. Alexander Qin couldn't help but ask him, "Toby, aren't you lonely?"

The young child may not even know what loneliness is, but he shook his head seriously: "Amo, play with me."

"Whose child is that? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Toby shook his head again: "Amo is just Amo."

Thin bamboo pieces of varying lengths were scattered on the ground, and underneath them was a piece of thin paper with a picture on it. The lines on the paper were scribbled, and it looked like a fish. The handwriting was crooked, and it was obviously a child's. Alexander Qin leaned over to pick it up: "Making a kite? Brother will help you make a big and beautiful eagle."

When he stretched out his hand halfway, the child suddenly stood up and stood in front of him with a stern face: "With Ah Mo, it's agreed."

His expression was serious and solemn, and there was no room for doubt. Alexander Qin was frustrated for no reason, and she withdrew her hand in dismay, lowered her mouth, and smiled helplessly at Gabriel Helian and Lucas Fu.

Gabriel Helian laughed in silence. Lucas Fu's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He found something emerald green between the bamboo pieces. It was a jade pendant made in the shape of a lotus leaf. On the leaf was a lotus flower, half open and half closed, lifelike.

Noticing Lucas Fu's gaze, the child grabbed the pendant, put his hands behind his back, and stared at him warily.

The Taoist withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and followed Alexander Qin back to the room.

That pendant...is not something that ordinary people can have.

A few days later, Toby disappeared. The shopkeeper went to the front to get a bowl of soup, and when she came back, the child who was alone in the inner courtyard was gone.

Neighbors all helped to search everywhere. By the time lights were turned on, they still could not find even a hair. Toby had disappeared, along with the unfinished kite and the jade pendant.

"Lucas Fu?" After comforting the heartbroken shopkeeper and his wife, Alexander Qin's expression was solemn.

He was not a brave warrior who had fought bravely on the battlefield, nor was he a selfless immortal who had no desires or ambitions. He had seen too many tragic things in the world, and he no longer wanted to hear any more crying.

The Taoist priest, who had no emotions at all, stood under the crabapple tree beside the stone steps. He was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe with a blue edge, as clean as frost. The night wind blew the pink petals from the branches onto his shoulders. Lucas Fu stood there in silence, his eyes fixed on the void ahead, not noticing the fallen flowers on his shoulders, nor caring about the faint cries: "Monster."

There is an evil spirit in the inn, which is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and appears frequently every two or three days.

"Is there a monster?" With a long sword in hand, Gabriel Helian instantly became nervous.

Monster, there is only one person in the world who can enslave monsters and ghosts.

"According to a tip-off, Oliver hasn't shown up for several days." Alexander Qin frowned and pondered, then looked at Lucas Fu again and asked, "Master, what do you think?"

The moonlight was bright, casting a layer of silver light on the serious man's face. Lucas Fu withdrew his gaze, already confident: "It will come again."

The faint smile only stayed at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were still calm.

There are two places in the inn where the evil spirit is the strongest. One is under the crabapple tree next to the stone steps in the inner courtyard, where Toby usually plays. The other is the kitchen behind the inn.

At night, dark clouds covered the moon. A strange wind blew in the deserted courtyard. The grass rustled and a fishy smell passed through the tips of the leaves. If you look closely, you will find a black shadow in the wind pushing open the door and quickly sneaking into the kitchen behind the store.

The kitchen was tidy and the big, shiny iron pot on the stove was silently emitting a faint glow.

The shadow came prepared, and jumped straight to the closet. He skillfully opened the door covered with green gauze. A plate of neatly arranged white rice cakes was quietly placed in the middle, fine, white and clean, with a fragrant rice aroma.

"Good...really good..." It chuckled and looked at the scene in front of it with satisfaction.

Just when I was about to reach out---

"Clang---" The sound of metal clashing and the cold air blowing in the face. The lights in the room suddenly came on, and the famous General Helian suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes wide open, like a Vajra Arhat with thick eyebrows raised in the temple.

"Oh no!" The black shadow cried out inwardly, and rolled over on the ground to avoid the long knife coming towards him, then ran out the door.

"Monster!" The Taoist with a cold face was like the Lord of Demon Subjugation, holding a lightning bolt in his hand and blocking the way. Blue light shone from his palm, and thunder rumbled in the sky.

"Master, please spare my life!" The black shadow hurriedly held his head and begged for mercy.

He could not tell, thunder roared, lightning flashed. Lucas Fu's handsome face was more terrifying than Yama in the Senluo Palace.

"Is this the monster that took away the beans?" Alexander Qin squatted down and looked at the monster that was locked in the corner by Lucas Fu with a barrier in surprise, "It looks like..."

This is an extremely large civet cat. It has a round body and a round face. Someone plucked out a whole patch of hair from its head, revealing its green scalp. It was dressed in human clothes, but unfortunately the clothes were damaged by lightning, leaving only a few rags wrapped around its fat paws. The most conspicuous thing was its bulging belly. The monster imitated a human and sat slumped against the wall. Its belly, which was like a small mountain, piled on the ground, not only covered its fat and short lower limbs, but also blocked its furry face so that it was almost invisible.

"Where is Toby?" Alexander Qin asked anxiously.

Gabriel Helian hesitated, and Lucas Fu's face was colder than ice.

"Hungry..." A faint groan came from the foot. The fat bald raccoon opened its watery eyes, closed its front paws, and pitifully stuffed the cloth strips on its paws into its mouth, "So hungry..."

The Taoist's face darkened again, and the apricot-yellow Taoist talisman painted with cinnabar flew out of his hand and hit the monster's forehead. The raccoon cat trembled all over, and after a whine, it shrank into the corner as if it was fixed, its eyes flashing, and two lines of aggrieved tears flowed down.

Alexander Qin couldn't bear it: "If it's not this, then let it go."

Lucas Fu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the falling petals in front of the house, and said in a tone that did not dare to be stubborn: "If he is not the main culprit, then he is an accomplice."

There was no wind or waves for two days.

The raccoon cat trapped by magic covered its eyes and sobbed every day.

The heartless Taoist priest ignored him and asked coldly, holding the Qingshuang sword in his hand: "Where are the children in the city?"

"Wow... I don't know..."

The Taoist priest stared at its huge belly with a cold and sharp gaze. He had no patience and turned his palm over, and lightning and thunder flashed: "Really don't know?"

"Wu... No, I don't know..." The raccoon cat was extremely scared. He lowered his head and buried his face in the white belly, crying, "I really don't know. I just want to eat a piece of white rice cake... Wuwuwu... Master, master..."

There was no wind outside, but the tightly closed windows were blown open with a bang. The pale pink petals all over the sky and ground poured into the house like snow, making the whole day and the ground blurry.

There were several crabapple trees planted in the inn's inner courtyard. Although the flowering period had long passed, they were strangely still in full bloom. The trees were covered with layers of heavy flowers.

Following the fluttering petals, a snow-white name card fell steadily on the table. Alexander Qin picked it up and looked at it. There was no word on the paper, only a lifelike cicada was drawn at the signature.

His eyebrows jumped, and Lucas Fu waved his hand and a sword energy shot out. As his long sleeves passed, the door of the room opened, and the three-foot-long sword pierced the night sky, splitting the mountains and seas.

Where the sword pointed, a young man stood with his hands clasped, "My name is Damien Han, and I'm here to look for my lost slave."

He slowly raised his head, and there was no trace of fear under the Qingshuang sword. He took a step forward, seemingly unintentionally, but also provocatively, and his chest was facing the tip of Lucas Fu's sword. The ghost smiled, and his voice was pleasant and melodious: "It is said in the world that the King of Langya respects teachers and respects the wise and humbles himself, and he has none of the arrogance and unruliness of the children of nobles. It turns out that fighting with swords is the way the prince treats guests."

"How dare you!" the Taoist shouted angrily.

"No problem." Alexander Qin walked out slowly, ordered Lucas Fu and Gabriel Helian to put away their weapons, and clasped his fists towards the ghosts in the courtyard, saying, "I am rude and neglectful to the guests. I hope you will forgive me, young master."

"No problem." He was so gentle again, and his every frown and smile were those of a good guest on earth. However, there was a hint of scheming in his eyes as he glanced at Lucas Fu inadvertently. "My servant has been lost for two days. I heard that he was stranded here, and Your Majesty kindly rescued him. I am asking for an audience so suddenly, first to thank you, and second to take that greedy beast back. The wild monster is ugly, I hope I didn't scare Your Majesty."

"No. The young master's servant is very cute and lovable." But the crying sound is too annoying. While smiling, Alexander Qin's face slowly fell, and her expression was quite embarrassed, "But there is something I want to ask it right now. I am afraid I can't let it go home yet."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Han Zhao asked with concern, as if he had no idea what was going on.

"As I traveled along the way, I heard that people have repeatedly disappeared in Yingzhou. Such horrific things are probably not done by ordinary people, so..."

"Your Highness, are you saying that those people were eaten by my servants?" Gui Mei spoke directly before Alexander Qin finished speaking. His eyes flickered as he silently looked at Gabriel Helian and Alexander Qin, who was still smiling. Finally, his gaze stopped at Lucas Fu's face, "Master, do you have any evidence?"

"There's a demon in the courtyard."

"Oh. Besides that? Is there any physical evidence? Is there any witness? Has an arm or half a finger been cut out of its stomach? Or, did the Taoist see it with his own eyes?"

... After being interrupted by him, Lucas Fu's eyes became even colder.

The two stood opposite each other, staring at each other, full of resentment towards each other.

Seeing this, Alexander Qin hurriedly persuaded: "This... Sir, don't be angry. I am just asking, not doubting..."

"In the eyes of the Taoist priest, being born a demon is a capital crime. Moreover, kidnapping mortals and sucking their marrow out of them is even more deserving of being struck by lightning and eternal damnation." Staring closely at Lucas Fu's eyes, he spoke slowly, word by word, "Since there is no physical or human evidence, the Taoist priest still insists that it is my slave. Then let me take action and collect some solid evidence for the Taoist priest."

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up and rushed into the room like a gust of wind while the three were not paying attention. Lucas Fu was shocked and turned around and ran into the wing room.

"Wuwuwuwuwu... Master..." Inside the room, the big bald raccoon cat hugged Han Zhi's legs and cried bitterly, "I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, wuwuwu..."

Glancing at the ground, Lucas Fu's face darkened. This ghost technique was very advanced. In a flash, he broke the barrier he had cast on the ground and the confinement technique on the raccoon cat.

"Since the Taoist priest has pointed out that my servant is suspicious, as a master, I cannot be partial to him. Now I will ask him about this matter, and ask the prince to be a witness." Han Zhao looked indifferent, letting the raccoon cat at his feet cry for mercy, "Shanzha, why did you come here for no reason?"

"Wow... I..." The fat and big-eared raccoon cried sadly, "The white rice cakes at this restaurant are delicious... I often come here... um, take a piece. The owner said not to... but, but the smell is too good, I... I really can't help it... just... wow... I won't dare to do it again."

"Are you serious?"

"Really! It's truer than a needle tip!" Shanzha knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

The ghost in flowing clothes only looked at him from the corner of his eyes, his eyes never blinking as he stared at Lucas Fu, who looked disdainful: "What about the kidnapping of children? Tell me! Did you eat them all?"

"No! Nonsense! That's nonsense!"

"You greedy beast, who else could it be but you?" Different from his gentleness when they first met and his cleverness when his sister married at the city gate, his face was cold and his voice was harsh.

"Really, it really wasn't me." Seeing that his master didn't believe him, the raccoon cat hugged Han Zhao's legs and cried heartbreakingly.

"This is a serious matter. How can you just say no and it will disappear? Besides, what can I do if I believe you? Even if the Taoist priest doesn't believe you, you will still be burned by lightning." Han Zhi bent down, grabbed the hair on its neck, turned his palm over, and stuffed a black medicine bowl into its mouth. "Empty words are not enough. First, empty your stomach and show it to the prince and the Taoist priest to see if you really have never eaten a human."

"This medicine is coated with sugar and contains a worm inside, called the satiety worm. Once it enters the stomach, no matter how many things are hidden inside, they will all pour out. If there is no antidote, the disease will last until death." As if telling a legend that had nothing to do with him, the ghost with a clear appearance explained to Alexander Qin and others in a light manner.

"This is too much..." Alexander Qin's face turned pale as she looked at the raccoon cat rolling on the ground in pain.

"Ugh---" The stench was overwhelming, and countless filth that could not be identified poured out of the civet cat's mouth covered with mucus.

Grabbing Gabriel Helian's arm, Alexander Qin couldn't help but cover her nose and step back.

"What do you think? Is there any evidence inside?" In the stench that filled the air, only one ghost remained unmoved. Han Zhai looked directly at Lucas Fu and asked coldly.

The stubborn Taoist frowned slightly, looking at Damien Han with a look that was hard to tell whether it was disgust or contempt.

"Hmm..." Under the force of the gluttonous worms drilling into its intestines and stomach, the raccoon cat almost vomited out all the food in its stomach. After a while, there was nothing left to vomit. However, the gluttonous worms continued to cause trouble in its stomach. The raccoon cat collapsed to the ground, in so much pain that it could not even vomit bile. It kept begging, "Master, it's not me, it's really not me... Taoist priest... wuwuwuwu..."

"Bear with it!" Gui Sensen, with a gloomy face, stared at Lucas Fu, "Master, have you said you are innocent? Master, you haven't even spoken yet, how can I forgive you?"

Changing the subject, he suddenly smiled and murmured, "I'm afraid the Taoist priest still has doubts? How about I cut him open for you to see?"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared from his sleeves. Regardless of the mess on the ground, Han Zhao half-knelt on the ground, the dagger penetrated three inches into the flesh, and blood immediately oozed from the civet cat's neck.

"Master!" The raccoon cat was so frightened that it screamed and fainted.

"Stop!" Alexander Qin's cheeks turned pale, and he looked away, unable to bear to watch any longer. "It was just a misunderstanding, and I was too reckless."

Han Zhi remained motionless, raised the corner of his mouth, and slowly scanned the Taoist's face inch by inch: "What do you think, Taoist?"

... With his wrist tightly grasped by Gabriel Helian, Lucas Fu pursed his lips helplessly and glared at the bold and presumptuous ghost.

"Xingren." Han Zhi stood up leisurely and slowly put away the dagger, "Take this glutton back."

"Okay!" A yellow rabbit jumped out from the door. Compared to the fat civet cat, this rabbit was strangely thin, and the two golden teeth sticking out of its mouth were very eye-catching, shining brightly and extremely large.

The rabbit jumped in front of the civet cat, looked left and right, sighed, muttered something, picked up the civet cat and walked towards Han Di with three shaky steps.

"Wait!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Lucas Fu drew his sword without thinking and stopped him.

"Master, are you suspicious of me?" He turned around, his eyes as clear as glass, sparkling like lake water, rippling with light, hiding countless tricks, "Then I will prove my innocence."

Before he finished speaking, Han Zhai raised his palm in front of Lucas Fu's eyes, and between his slender fingers there was another black pill.

Seeing him raise his head and about to swallow the pill, Alexander Qin hurriedly dissuaded him: "Sir, don't do this!"

Damien Han withdrew his hand and looked at Lucas Fu with raised eyebrows.

After a long stalemate, the Taoist finally lowered his sword, took a step sideways, and let him leave.

"Hmph!" With a low hum, Han Zhai lifted up his skirt and calmly walked out of the room. As if he was teaching Shanzha a lesson, or as if he was talking to someone else, his sharp words struck the heart of the Taoist, "Born as a non-human, you and I have an evil bone that cannot be washed away. Don't blame the Taoist for arresting you, because you are a non-human! Do you know what is the most unbearable thing in the world? The word "injustice" is enough to suppress you from turning over in your life, and even if you are skinned and boned in the eighteen levels of hell, your stigma cannot be removed! Oh, ordinary people still know the word reputation, but who knows that even if you are a demon, you must be innocent."

Under the night sky, the crabapple blossomed ostentatiously, and the petals flew all over the sky. The thin and tiny petals flew through Han Zhai's sleeves, and were blown by the wind and stained Lucas Fu's collar.

Ghostly aura, along with the fragrance of flowers, lingered in his nose. The sweet fragrance was from the flowers. What about the bitter and sad one? Whose heart was it?

"Even humans can hardly be so crazy and paranoid." Alexander Qin shook her head and sighed.

Lucas Fu suddenly came to his senses and brushed off the petals on his clothes. When he looked up again, he still saw the handsome but cold Taoist.

If they were not paranoid, how could they not want to reincarnate, but instead wander around and struggle to stick to the human world? Ghosts always have a certain persistence.

Two days later, Toby, covered in blood, appeared at the East City Gate.

The child kept talking nonsense in his sleep, crying "Amo, Amo" and calling the name of his playmate. I asked all the neighbors, but no one had a child named "Amo".

At night, Toby woke up and kept crying and shouting, "Save him, save him! Amo, Amo is still there!"

People half believed and half doubted, holding lanterns and torches, and groped their way to a reed bush three miles away from the city gate. Except for a large pool of blood and a small toad with its belly bitten in the blood, there was no trace of the child.

"What's going on?" Alexander Qin asked.

"Monster." Glancing at the toad with broken limbs, Lucas Fu said calmly, "An ordinary little monster that has just cultivated into a human form. When encountering a fellow monster with advanced Taoism, it is no different from an unarmed child."

Alexander Qin's expression suddenly became heavy.

The same kind of people kill each other, not only humans, but also monsters. The world is cold and indifferent, a quarrel, half a copper coin can lead to a dispute, not to mention the world is so big, every inch of the mountains and rivers.

People followed the blood trail into the depths of the mountains. The inky black blood drops meandered and extended into a cave that emitted a foul stench.

Lucas Fu, holding a long sword in his hand, stepped into the cave first. Several brave young men hesitated for a while, and together with Alexander Qin and Gabriel Helian, they bravely followed him. When they entered the cave, they were immediately shocked. They saw a thick and huge snake coiled inside. It was covered with scales, and its body was thick and long. Blood was gushing out from under the hard black scales, which made it furious. A pair of dark yellow eyes hung above like lanterns, revealing a fierce light.

This is not a snake at all, it is clearly a little dragon with a strange shape! The young man who was traveling with him was so scared that he rolled and crawled out to escape.

The cold light of the Qingshuang Sword aroused the thunder and fire in the sky. Lucas Fu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and frost formed in his eyes. The wind and clouds were angry, the sky was thundering, and the earth was shaking. He stood in a sea of   blue fire, with a lotus crown towering and sleeves fluttering. He watched coldly as the ugly monster tossed and cried in the thunder and fire, from shouting angry curses to begging for mercy, and finally to silence.

"Tianshi, Tianshi will not let you go!" It was still unwilling and roared angrily before vomiting out its last breath of resentment.

The fire was dazzling, and the snow-white Taoist robe with pale blue piping was stained with a faint blue glow due to the blazing thunder and fire. Lucas Fu stood tall, muttering the magic formula, with silence in his eyes.

Later, people picked out the fragments of children's clothes and the remains of toys from the ashes in the cave. It turned out that the missing children were eaten by the snake demon. People said.

"This is truly a strange thing that has never happened in our city."

"Of course not. I heard from my grandfather's grandfather that this place was not clean in the past. There were many ghost stories here!"

"Go ahead and brag as much as you can. Who would believe it?"

The teahouse was much more lively than usual, perhaps because in addition to the monster, there were also a lot more pedestrians on the roadside than before.

Alexander Qin put down the teacup and sighed sadly: "It seems that the raccoon cat was really wronged."

The tea in the bowl was clear and transparent like jade, just like the ghost's eyes when it looked at him. Lucas Fu closed the lid of the bowl, and the ghost's eyes disappeared, but the ghost's figure lingered in his mind, lingering.