Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 842 Thunder and Light Kill Evil
The night was as dark as ink, with only a few rays of moonlight shining through.

In the abandoned old village, on the only intact table, a tape recorder is playing nostalgic music.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked slowly, making an eerie sound, as if keeping time for music.

Beneath the collapsed earthen wall, weeds grew in abundance, and something seemed to be hidden among them. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, and a paper figure in red clothes with a white face rolled out of the weeds!

This is one of the props that Lao Chen prepared for the show's effect.

An orange kitten darted out, seemingly mistaking the paper figure for a cardboard box, and crawled inside, running around the village with the paper figure on its head.

Wu Xian, who had just arrived at the old village, said with a bored expression, "This should be the center of the old village. As long as we find out what's hiding here and take it out, the problem should be solved."

The three family members, panting, looked around warily, wary of Li Qiuhong who might appear at any moment.

Looking at Wu Xian's calm expression, Wang Chunyan couldn't help but feel admiration.

"Is this the composure of a seasoned member of the family? There is a powerful evil spirit hiding somewhere, ready to ambush us at any moment, yet you can remain calm and show no sign of tension."

Wu Xian yawned and said:
"First of all, I know that we will win tonight without a doubt."

"Secondly, the place where Li Qiuhong is hiding is also easy to find."

Wang Chunyan was taken aback, He Qiao frowned, and Yang Xingxing was very relieved. If Du Ya Sangbiao were here, he might have cursed Wu Xian after hearing his words.

Are all the relatives from the city this arrogant?

Although they don't have many familiars here, they know that underestimating the enemy and being careless is a major taboo for familiars. Even with an absolute advantage in strength, familiars may still die in a sneak attack by evil spirits.

By this time, the three had already exhausted their abilities, and their blessings were no longer as effective as thunder and lightning. Whether they could survive the night depended entirely on whether Wu Xian could defeat Li Qiuhong. Under these circumstances, Wu Xian's negligence was tantamount to playing with their lives.

Wu Xian noticed the distrustful looks from the three men, but did not argue; he simply snapped his fingers.

Boom!

Golden lightning struck again, carrying the power to intimidate evil spirits, and hit a nearby house.

As the thunder roared, Wu Xian skillfully took out a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it through the window of the house.

After the explosion.

The woman screamed as she jumped out of the room, then quickly disappeared into another house, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.

Wu Xian tilted his head.

"I advise you to save your energy and just walk out confidently. I can find you anytime."

"For every five shots I hit you, I can send down a lightning bolt. And how many shots did I just fire at you? Two magazines, a total of thirty bullets!"

"Therefore, no matter where you hide, I can find you through lightning strikes, and you have no chance of winning."

From the house behind them, Li Qiuhong's weak voice could be heard:
"Thank you for telling me about your abilities. Now I just need to withstand one more bolt of lightning, and you won't be able to find me..."

Wu Xian smiled.

Boom!

Another bolt of lightning struck.

Wu Xian then threw the last grenade into the room.

"I forgot to tell you earlier, not only pistol bullets can trigger lightning strikes, but hand grenades can too."

The grenade explosion collapsed the already dilapidated house. Li Qiuhong crawled out of the rubble in a disheveled state. Before she could even stand up, she was hit on the head by two more grenades.

This time, Li Qiuhong could barely stand.

She looked up to the sky and let out a piercing scream:

"Ugh! Ahh!"

"You won this time, but you were wrong. My resentment will not disappear..."

At this moment, Li Qiuhong's eyes were bloodshot, and almost no part of her skin was intact. Even her antlers were broken off and held in her hand. She was panting heavily, and her aura was more ferocious than in her normal state, which made Wang Yanchun and the other two feel scared involuntarily. The little fox even shrank its head.

Just as Wang Chunyan and the other two thought Li Qiuhong was about to fight desperately, she suddenly plunged the deer antlers into her own throat. Blood gushed from her throat, resembling a crimson rainbow in the moonlight.

Li Qiuhong, who called herself the Six-Colored Deer, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

……

The scene fell silent.

He Qiao and the others, along with their pets, looked at each other in disbelief. No one had expected the battle to end like this.

"that's it?"

"The culprit committed suicide?"

He Qiao and Yang Xingxing were happy for a short while, but then they remembered the villagers down the mountain who had become evil spirits, and their expressions turned ugly again.

Wu Xian, who won the victory, was not happy at all.

He walked to Li Qiuhong's body, squatted down, tore off a piece of clothing, and covered her eyes, which no longer had eyelids.

"I'm sorry."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chunyan's oval face softened into a gentle expression.

“Mr. Wu, I thought you were heartless, but I didn’t expect you to still feel sad because of what humans did to the six-colored deer.”

“I don’t think you need to feel sorry. When the six-colored deer became an evil spirit, it was already an enemy of mankind.”

Wu Xian was stunned for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat tense. He stood up and said, "Who said I was apologizing for the Six-Colored Deer incident?"

A question mark appeared on Wang Chunyan's face.

If not for the six-colored deer, then for whom?

Wu Xian thought for a moment and decided to explain briefly, so he deliberately raised his voice:

"Do you remember when I came out of the room, I glared at Li Qiuhong and lost sight in one eye because of it?"

Yang Xingxing, a teenager with delusions of grandeur, excitedly raised his hand:

"I remember! Your movements were so cool back then, exactly like the eye techniques in the anime 'Mizukage Assassin'!"

"I just didn't expect that even though you've lost an eye, it wouldn't have any effect whatsoever."

Wu Xiangang wanted to give a detailed explanation, but then he remembered that Uncle Ge had asked him to give some pointers to the three family members, so he decided to keep them in suspense for a bit.

"What I used at the time was a rare demonic power. Releasing it required the price of temporary blindness. It could plant a demon in the enemy's heart, driving them to commit self-destructive acts. Theoretically speaking, it is impossible to completely resist a great evil spirit."

"In addition, my technique that can summon lightning can also enrage enemies, causing them to lose their minds and act recklessly."

"So, think about it, what exactly did I apologize for just now?"

Wang Chunyan, the most intelligent of the three, lowered her head and pondered for a while. Suddenly, her body trembled, cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her body shook with fear.

"Both of your abilities can directly interfere with the mind, but they haven't worked on Li Qiuhong at all."

There's only one possibility!

"Li Qiuhong, who calls herself the Six-Colored Deer, was merely a mindless puppet for most of the time during our battles. Because she had no mind, she was unaffected by interference with mental abilities!"

"Li Qiuhong's consciousness only returned when the puppet was about to break down, which is why she showed extreme anger at the end, and committed suicide in her rage!"

"In other words, the dead Li Qiuhong was just a pitiful person who was being manipulated; the real Six-Colored Deer was not her."

So... the six-colored deer is still alive!

Yang Xingxing and He Qiao only understood after hearing Wang Chunyan's words, and then realized that the danger was not over.

Wu Xian pointed behind them and said, "That's right, that thing is staring at us!"

The three turned to look at the well in the center of the village, and saw a skinned deer head slowly rising, its murky eyes devoid of any emotion.

(End of this chapter)