Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 907 Mo Yan's Strange Tales
After the listeners stood up, the teahouse suddenly became eerily quiet, with a striking deep purple strangulation mark appearing on the neck of each listener.

Wu Xian immediately tensed up.

But he soon realized that these hanging ghosts were not targeting them.

All the hanged ghosts stared intently at the storyteller, their gazes seemingly able to see through his flesh and reach his very marrow.

The pale-faced scholar, half-covering his mouth with his sleeve, asked in a gentle voice:

"What happens next?"

"What happens to us after we die? Tell me!" The butcher with a long beard slammed his pig-slaughtering knife into the table and demanded loudly.

The storyteller had never seen anything like this before.
He was trembling all over, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, and his usually nimble mouth couldn't utter a single word.

The silence wore down the ghosts' patience. The less the storyteller spoke, the more impatient the hanged ghosts became. One by one, they rose from their seats and surrounded the storyteller, pressing him for the next part of the story.

The storyteller looked around in panic, but all he could see were pale faces and empty eyes. He had nowhere to turn and could only close his eyes helplessly, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Finally, the hanged ghosts grew impatient, and their cold, shrill voices rose and fell.

Where did you hide all the stories?

"Put your brain inside my skull, and I'll know!"

"If I eat your eyes, will I be able to see the story?"

"If you tear your throat open, will you stop being silent?"

Countless pale, cold ghostly hands reached out from all directions to grab at the storyteller, squeezing and tearing at each other, vying for every piece of his flesh.

A moment later, the ghosts dispersed, leaving only a few strips of cloth and a pool of blood on the ground.

The scholar cradled half a face with an ear attached, gently nibbling the earlobe with his blood-stained red lips, whispering tenderly:

"Next time, don't tell us our stories."

“The living are listening.”

"We...are listening too."

……

Wu Xian and the others were unaware of the storyteller's plight.

As soon as the storyteller was spotted, they followed Manager Wang upstairs.

The second floor was quite spacious, a square hall, with many tables and chairs. Manager Wang seemed not to see Wu Xian and the others, and walked to the end of the corridor, turned the mechanism of a vase on the shelf, and opened a secret room.

The secret room was quite small. On the wall hung a portrait of a black-faced Taoist priest. Below the portrait was a tea tray fixed to a box, containing some tea canisters, four teapots, and two kettles. One of the kettles was steaming, indicating that the water had just been boiled.

Wu Xian and Shi Yan approached Manager Wang from behind and saw that the tea tray was quite complicated.

The tea tray has four indentations, and around each indentation are four smaller indentations. These indentations are for holding the teapot, and the spout can face different directions. Above the four indentations are the words 'black, red, green, and white' respectively.

Furthermore, both the teapot and the tea tray have a consistent pattern.

Clearly, this is a rather complex mechanism lock.

After entering the secret room, Manager Wang began his operation. First, he found tea leaves and put them into the teapot. Then, he poured in hot water and cold water respectively. As the water temperature changed, different colored patterns began to appear on the teapot...

Just as Wu Xian was engrossed in watching, Hao Ze suddenly warned him in alarm from behind, "They're coming up!"

The "they" here naturally refers to the hanged ghosts on the first floor. At this point, the hanged ghosts had already killed the storyteller, and their next target was them.

Wu Xian did not turn around, but remained in place, quickly considering and weighing his options.

He confirmed that the treasure was hidden behind the lock, but he was unsure whether he could retrieve it in the current situation.

This lock is designed to be so intricate that it would be difficult to open without Manager Wang. Therefore, the steps to unlock it cannot be missed, and Manager Wang must not be allowed to die.

Therefore, Wu Xian instructed Shi Yan, who was standing beside him:
"Next, you need to remember the steps to unlock it. We'll take care of the evil spirits."

Shi Yan nodded vigorously, her eyes fixed on the lock, memorizing every move of Manager Wang.

Seeing Shi Yan observing intently, Wu Xiancai turned around.

He turned around and saw a pale, bluish-white woman's face!

This was a hanged peasant woman, her toes barely off the ground, her arms outstretched like a zombie, staring in the direction of the secret room, silently drifting towards Manager Wang.

Wu Xian exerted force with his toes, his body shooting out like an arrow, reaching the peasant woman hanging herself in two steps, his iron fist carrying a strong wind as it struck her face.

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The fist, along with its entire body, actually passed right through the body of the hanged peasant woman!
Wu Xian stopped abruptly, turned around, drew the Burning Dream Dagger from his waist, and slashed hard, unleashing a cherry-red flame blade light!
The peasant woman's hanging ghost was instantly cut in two, her body burning like yellow paper before turning into ashes that fluttered down.

The moment his body passed through the hanging ghost, Wu Xian realized that the hanging ghost was a traditional type of evil spirit. It had no physical form and was not afraid of pure physical attacks, but anything with a little magic power could hit its seemingly ethereal body.

After this strike, the first hanged ghost died.

One of the flame marks on the Burning Dream Dagger went out.

Wu Xian's expression changed slightly.

This means that the hanged ghost is different from the half-body evil spirit; they are both independent evil spirits, and he can no longer wreak havoc like he did with the half-body evil spirit!
You should know that there are dozens of hanged ghosts on the first floor!
Wu Xian immediately issued a loud order to the newcomers:

"Hao Ze, go protect Shi Yan from behind. If there's any danger, shield her!"

"Yang Lin, Wang Wei, you two work with me to stop these hanging ghosts and try your best to prevent them from disturbing Manager Wang in unlocking the door!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than strange noises came from the stairwell.

Wu Xian rushed over and saw a scene that looked like a painting of hell.

All that could be seen were pale-faced, hanging ghosts wriggling, shouting, and crowding together as they floated up the stairs. Just standing at the top of the stairs, one could feel gusts of cold wind blowing in. If it weren't for the flames around his neck, Wu Xian would probably be shivering.

However, Wu Xian did not take immediate action.

Just as the last hanging ghost was about to touch the stairs, Wu Xian kicked the stairs several times with lightning speed!

The stairs in ancient teahouses were not sturdy to begin with, and Wu Xian's strength was terrifying. As a result, after a few kicks, the entire staircase collapsed and fell down, and the hanged ghosts also fell down with the stairs.

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt his feet were ice cold.

Looking down, he saw two cold, ghostly hands grabbing his ankles through the floor!
"Ouch, something's wrong!"

These hanged ghosts have no physical form; the broken staircase only temporarily slows their movements.

Moreover, those hanged ghosts who had fallen were now clinging to the wall and climbing upwards like geckos, a scene that was even more chilling and filled with an eerie sense of oppression!

(End of this chapter)