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Chapter 459 Flying Needle Subdues Hungry Ghosts

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Something seemed to flit by in the empty living room.

The curtains moved automatically without any wind, rising in a slight arc.

In the darkness, the marble floor tiles reflected the moonlight from the window, like a frosted mirror.

"Ho...ho..."

A very faint breathing sound arose, its origin unknown.

The sound echoed in the empty living room, carried by an invisible current.

Wherever they went, the temperature seemed to drop slightly.

In a dimension imperceptible to ordinary people, a terrifying "thing" is wandering.

Its field of vision was devoid of color, only a sea of ​​blood.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into hell, soaked in blood mist.

Walls, furniture, floors...

All the dead objects were a dull grayish-red, like dried blood, exuding a putrid, deathly aura.

Only living beings capable of movement, in its perception, will transform into bright orbs radiating heat.

There used to be many such orbs of light in this big house.

In the cold, dark world, it is like a flickering candle flame, bringing it a long-lost warmth.

But now, most of them have disappeared, locked up in a place they instinctively loathe.

It drifted in the darkness, as if surveying its own territory.

The crimson gaze pierced through the walls, able to "see" the faint lights in the servants' quarters, flickering in their sleep.

An instinctive urge was driving it to pounce and devour all the orbs of light.

But it was suppressed by another, deeper thought, which made it resist the temptation to pounce.

Its gaze was fixed on those orbs of light, filled with greedy longing.

Finally, it changed direction and silently drifted down the stairs to the second-floor guest room area.

It seemed to be searching for a specific target, passing through the closed doors one by one, circling and wandering in the empty rooms.

Suddenly, it stopped.

It seemed to sense an aura that made it uneasy, yet was also deadly alluring.

Through several walls, it suddenly "saw" a light it had never seen before.

The core of the ball of light was an intense crimson, while the edges faintly revealed a layer of pale gold.

Like the rising sun hidden below the horizon at dawn, about to pierce the endless darkness.

The light seemed to contain boundless vitality.

Just from a distance, the mere sight of it evoked a near-tangible longing and trembling in its ethereal body.

"Ho...ho...ho..."

Its breathing suddenly became heavy, as if a dying beast had seen a life-saving elixir.

But at the same time, an instinctive fear made it hesitate.

The light was too intense, making it uneasy and even causing it some pain.

But the temptation was simply too great.

In the end, hunger triumphed over fear.

Without further hesitation, it transformed into a gust of cold wind, swept across the corridor, pierced straight through the wall in front of it, and entered the room where the ball of light was located.

The first thing it saw upon entering was the man sitting cross-legged on the floor.

The man's face was calm, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was long and deep, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

It was the vigorous blood energy emanating from its body that created the unusually bright red light.

To it, the light that burst into the room was like a traveler who had been without water for three days in the desert seeing a clear oasis.

The darkness dissipated slightly, and its form began to vaguely emerge in the air.

It was clearly a twisted shadow made of countless black smoke, floating in mid-air, greedily observing its prey.

As long as this man is devoured...

As long as I can possess his flesh and blood...

Perhaps it will grow a new body on its own...

Even... break free from that devil's control!

This vague yet intense thought instantly filled its consciousness.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The dark figure let out a silent shriek, transformed into a gust of cold wind, and pounced fiercely towards the sleeping man!

Just as it was about to touch the other's body.

A layer of pale golden flame suddenly erupted from the man's body, instantly enveloping his entire body.

Shila-

It's like pouring boiling oil onto ice and snow.

The moment the shadowy figure touched the golden flames, the point of contact was scorched and vaporized by the terrifying heat, sending up plumes of blue smoke.

"what--"

A piercing scream, filled with resentment and pain, suddenly echoed in the room.

Fang Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

Deep within those dark pupils, it seemed as if flames were burning.

He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his voice cold yet mocking.

"Got you!"

The black shadow, scorched by the golden flames, let out mournful cries, its ethereal form twisting violently as if it had encountered its natural enemy in terror.

It no longer harbored any thoughts of greed; all that remained was the purest fear.

The dark figure suddenly shrank back, like a piece of charred charcoal being thrown into the air, instantly piercing through the thick wall and flying out of the house.

Inside the room, the ear-piercing shriek abruptly stopped.

On the bed, Lin Chuqiao and Bailing were breathing evenly and still fast asleep.

Clearly, the sounds emitted by the shadowy figure earlier existed only on a mental level and did not disturb them.

Fang Cheng glanced at the two women, and without the slightest hesitation, he appeared by the window in a flash.

With a gentle push of one hand, the window slid open silently, letting in the cool, damp night air carrying the scent of grass and trees.

The next moment, he leaped out of the second-floor window like a raccoon dog.

My feet sank into the soft grass without making a sound.

The Chen family manor is extremely large, with a private garden connecting to the backyard.

Pavilions, terraces, rockeries, and flowing water are only vague outlines in the night, like an ink wash painting.

It was so quiet that you could hear the soft rustling of grass in the wind, and even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

Only the moonlight, shrouded in mist, made the surrounding environment appear even more eerie and terrifying.

In the darkness, a fireball floated in mid-air like a will-o'-the-wisp, skimming rapidly along the ground.

It bypassed a rockery, darted into a bamboo forest, and moved at an astonishing speed, desperately fleeing into the depths of the manor.

It was as if some ferocious beast that feeds on ghosts and monsters was baring its fangs and relentlessly pursuing them.

Dozens of meters behind it, a figure followed at a leisurely pace.

His steps appear leisurely, but in reality, they conceal an extremely strong explosive force. With each step, his figure moves forward by tens of meters in an instant, like a ghost.

It always maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the fireball.

Fang Cheng looked up and stared at the fireball fleeing in panic dozens of meters away.

Once the golden flames clung to the shadow, they clung to it like a maggot, impossible to extinguish.

In the pitch-black night, it formed a particularly prominent mark.

Fang Cheng was not in a hurry to kill the thing.

It was clearly just a manipulated pawn, a tool used to plot and commit murder.

Destroying it directly is pointless; only by following this clue can we uncover the true identity of the mastermind behind it.

The two shadows chased and fled, darting swiftly through the garden. The fireball struck, causing the bamboo leaves to wither and fall, yet they dared not linger for even a moment.

Fang Cheng followed closely behind, stepping in the moonlight with unhurried steps, not even the hem of his clothes swaying.

The shadowy figure finally realized it couldn't shake off the person chasing it from behind, and suddenly froze in mid-air, its distorted form trembling violently.

It was as if it was receiving an invisible command from afar, yet struggling to resist it.

Suddenly, it let out an even sharper screech, completely giving up on escaping, and turned to pounce viciously at Fang Cheng.

This is being driven to a dead end, and they're willing to perish together with themselves.
Fang Cheng's eyes turned cold, and he no longer held back.

Without even making a dodging motion, the shadow was about to pounce on his face.

His right hand shot out with lightning speed, fingers spread wide, precisely catching the plume of black smoke enveloped by flames.

"Boom!"

A soft popping sound, like squeezing a bubble.

The phantom formed from twisted black smoke didn't even have a chance to struggle before it was completely annihilated in Fang Cheng's palm.

Then, it turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated in the night wind.

The clue ends here.

Fang Cheng stood there, his face showing no sign of regret.

He slowly closed his eyes and focused his mind on meditation.

The blazing sun in the inner world suddenly burst forth with boundless light.

Invisible golden threads, composed of pure spiritual power, spread outwards from him in all directions.

It's like spreading out an invisible giant net, gradually establishing connections with believers and worshippers in various parts of the world.

At the same time, individuals who harbor strong, directed emotions toward him, such as fear, hatred, and resentment, will also leave their mark on this network.

Fang Cheng resided at the core of the entire network, focusing all his consciousness on carefully sensing the movements transmitted through each thread.

In fact, when he was attacked by the shadowy figure earlier, he had already secretly attached a wisp of the true essence of the sun to the spiritual energy that controlled the shadowy figure.

That wisp of true meaning, along with the receding spiritual power, will inevitably return to its source.

The other party clearly did not expect that he had such a trick up his sleeve.

Almost the instant the "Sun's Heart Network" opened, a faint, unusual fluctuation suddenly came from the end of one of the golden threads.

Judging from the fleeting glimpse of the ripples, the enemy is not far away, located in the northwest corner of the manor.

"found it!"

Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, his figure blurred and turned into a blurry afterimage as he sped off in that direction.

The night wind whistled in his ears, and the lawn beneath his feet rushed past. In just a few breaths, he had crossed the heart of the manor and was approaching the edge of the northwest corner.

Ahead lies a meticulously maintained flowerbed, with a dense camphor tree grove obscuring the view.

This area is on the edge of the manor, with tall trees and lush foliage.

The fog seemed to grow even thicker, and the moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, creating an exceptionally hazy effect.

Just a few steps after Fang Cheng rushed into the forest, a foul stench suddenly swept over him.

In the darkness, several dark figures darted out from the bushes on both sides like lightning, rushing straight at his face.

Fang Cheng reacted extremely quickly.

With a sudden twist as the body lunges forward at high speed, the waist and abdomen exert force, causing the whole person to spin half a circle like a top.

Without even looking, he reached out with his left hand and precisely caught an approaching dark figure.

It felt cool and slippery to the touch; it was actually a venomous snake that was completely black!
The snake's head thrashed wildly, trying to bite his wrist with its venomous fangs.

Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

"Crack!"

With a crisp cracking sound, he crushed the snake's head, splattering foul-smelling blood all over the ground.

However, this is just the beginning.

"Hiss—hiss—"

A dense cacophony of hisses rose from all directions, as if the entire forest had come alive.

Hundreds of brightly colored venomous snakes shot out like arrows from the branches, grass, and mud, instantly sealing off all his escape routes.

The other party had clearly set up an ambush here long ago, and their methods were extremely strange and vicious.

Fang Cheng's eyes turned slightly cold as he took a deep breath.

A branch of true qi instantly split off from the ocean of true qi within the dantian, surging to the ten fingers of both hands.

A thin, azure light, as thin as a cicada's wing, then shone on the edge of the palm, as if turning the hands into two indestructible blades.

The next second, his body began to spin rapidly like a top.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!
The palm strike moved swiftly, creating a sharp, piercing sound as it cut through the air.

Like lightning flashing across the night, it burst forth in deadly arcs through the woods.

Those venomous snakes that flew towards them, whether with hard skulls or flexible bodies, were as fragile as paper before the sharp palm blade.

They were all cut in two without the slightest hesitation!

Fang Cheng spun around among the snakes, cutting through everything in his path as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

The snake carcasses, severed in two, fell like rain, and the strong stench of blood instantly filled the entire forest.

In just a few seconds, he had slaughtered hundreds of venomous snakes.

However, just as Fang Cheng finished dealing with all the venomous snakes and was preparing to pursue them again, his heart sank.

The "thread" connecting him to the mastermind behind the scenes was quietly severed just now when he was surrounded by the snakes.

It felt as if the connection had been forcibly severed by the other party using even stronger mental power.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone brightly as he suddenly swept across the deep night around him, his mind clear as day.

The other party is likely hiding nearby.

This snake formation wasn't meant to kill him.

Rather, it was to buy time and create an opportunity for that person, to shield themselves from tracking sensors, and to erase their own traces.

Fang Cheng's gaze sharpened, and he quickly made up his mind.

Since the person is nearby, where else can they hide?
If we keep searching, we'll eventually find some clues.

Just as he took a step, preparing to explore a small building behind the woods.

A few faint exclamations suddenly came from the direction of the mansion in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the lights in several windows came on one after another, standing out starkly in the dark night.

Fang Cheng looked in the direction of the sound, paused slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

Could this be... a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain?
Is the other party's real target Lin Chuqiao and Bailing in the house?
Upon realizing this, Fang Cheng's heart sank, and without further hesitation, he suddenly exerted force with his feet.

boom!
With a muffled thud, a shallow pit was trampled into the ground.

He sped off like a cannonball, retracing his steps.

The once quiet and empty Chen family mansion is now brightly lit.

The servants' calls created an unusually noisy atmosphere.

Fang Cheng flipped over and jumped into his room through the window. He glanced at the empty bed and quickly walked out the door.

He quickly went upstairs, following the direction from which the sound was coming from.

Upon reaching the third floor, I saw a crowd of more than a dozen people gathered outside the master bedroom.

The servants, who had seemed so well-trained during the day, were now all pale-faced and whispering amongst themselves.

Amidst the chaos, painful groans could still be heard from the room.

Fang Cheng's gaze pierced through the gaps in the crowd and quickly locked onto two figures.

Lin Chuqiao stood there, her expression calm, but her clasped hands betrayed a hint of tension.

Bailing hid behind her, her face pale, peeking out from time to time to look into the doorway.

Seeing that the two were safe and sound, Fang Cheng's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He quickly walked to their side and asked in a low voice:

"what happened?"

When Lin Chuqiao saw Fang Cheng appear, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, which was then replaced by anxiety.

Without even asking where Fang Cheng had just gone, she immediately explained:
"It seems that Old Madam Chen has been cursed, and... it's a very vicious needle curse!"

(End of this chapter)