The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 19 Acting Like a Hero and courting death.
A muffled thunderclap resounded.

The ancient well trembled violently, and a terrifying column of water surged and erupted once again from the depths of the well.

A violent tremor came from the ground. Zhang Dan and the others looked horrified and hurriedly retreated dozens of meters. They had been tricked twice before, so this time they were more careful!
"Pfft!!" The sound of water splashing spread everywhere, and dozens of drenched chickens stood there dumbfounded...

Zhang Dan and the others, their hair dripping wet, exchanged glances, shaking their heads and secretly smiling bitterly: "There's really no escaping it!"

Although the frustrated crowd was terrified, many villagers were still very curious. Some even leaned over the well and looked down, only to see that the water in the well, which was slowly swirling and churning, was murky.

Coincidentally, once one person boldly stepped forward, more people suppressed their fear and, out of curiosity, mustered their courage to join the crowd.

Ordinary people are simple and kind, living a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Perhaps they are meant to enjoy some excitement in life.

"You thieving old Taoist!"

At the bottom of the well, Xu Banxian cried out in shock. Taking advantage of the moment when the water ghost was knocked back by Feng Ling, he hurriedly withdrew and retreated. He did not expect that the other party had not actually run away!

The silt surged up, lowering visibility to an unprecedented level.

Feng Ling clenched his fists, frowning as he searched for the hidden, blood-red ghostly figure.

"Seven hundred and forty-eight meters... It's an ominous number!" Feng Ling exclaimed in shock as if he had been electrocuted. The moment his feet gently touched the bottom of the well, a sense of dread seemed to strike him, and a faint feeling flashed through his mind.

According to taboos regarding the selection of numbers, floors generally do not have the number eighteen, which means "eighteen levels of hell," and the depth of ancient wells is also taboo, as it is similar to the number seven, four, or eight, which means "go to hell."

"The inauspicious number of the Lesser Heavenly Cycle..."

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest with the ox-nose nose panicked and did some quick calculations with his fingers, then uttered a horrifying statement in a trembling voice.

"I'm injured! No, no..."

Xu Banxian was terrified. Now he had received terrible news. His blood had accidentally stained the body of that vengeful ghost. If the vengeful ghost didn't come after him, who else would it come after?
Xu Banxian felt a chill run down his spine. He slowly raised his head, his eyelids drooping as he looked upwards. He had already vaguely sensed the source of the danger.

Feng Ling also looked up, and then his pupils shrank. He saw a deathly figure dressed entirely in red with wildly dancing ghost hair floating in the water above Xu Banxian's head. Beneath the twisting ghost head, there were a pair of dark and shiny ghost claws, which were quite an eyesore!

"Get out of the way! She's right above you..."

“Cheer…”

The vengeful ghost roared, and its body moved almost simultaneously with Feng Ling, who shouted in surprise!
"Ghost Control Technique... Get out!" In extreme terror, Xu Banxian shouted loudly, looking up.

A powerful repulsive force came, and seeing the pair of alluring claws blocked twenty centimeters from his face, Xu Banxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the fierce ghost, he sneered inwardly.

With a loud "bang," Feng Ling punched the ghost's body, but unexpectedly, he was powerless to continue. The corrosive ghost energy surged back, forcing Feng Ling, whose heart skipped a beat, to retreat.

"What a pity!" A hint of annoyance flashed in Feng Ling's eyes as he cursed the old Taoist priest for causing trouble.

If it weren't for his Ghost Control Technique causing his attack to deviate, this punch would have been enough to severely injure the water ghost that had already suffered some minor injuries at his hands!
"Ah!" Just as Feng Ling retreated to disperse the ghostly aura and was about to rush forward again, Xu Banxian let out a terrified scream, his blood spraying out and mixing with the clear well water, staining it red.

The ghostly claw, which had previously been unable to penetrate even an inch, surged forward with unstoppable force, piercing through the repulsive force and reaching Xu Banxian's face. Fortunately, the old Taoist priest with the ox-nose reacted quickly enough, turning his head to narrowly avoid a headshot. However, his momentary carelessness cost him the painful price of losing an ear!

The water ghost glanced at Feng Ling, who was rushing up again, in a panic. A trace of unwillingness flashed in its blood-red pupils. Then, its whole body rushed towards the well opening at high speed.

This unexpected turn of events caught Feng and Ling completely off guard!
It turns out that the water ghost was gathering its strength to guard against Feng Ling, which is why it failed to break through Xu Banxian's defense immediately!

"Run! The villagers are in danger!" Feng Ling shouted, rushing towards the well opening at top speed. He was truly in a hurry this time.

How could I possibly live with myself if the escaped vengeful ghost harmed innocent villagers?
As for Master Xu, he didn't have so many thoughts. The old man first covered his ears, then picked up the demon-slaying sword that had fallen to the ground. Then, unrepentantly, he fixed his burning gaze on the cold corpse with two rubies on it!
"If you don't want your two disciples to be bitten to death by ghosts, then hurry up!" Feng Ling gritted his teeth, wishing he could strangle the old Taoist priest.

He had already crossed a hundred meters, but he was still slowly dawdling at the bottom of the well!

"Damn it! They're here, they're here..." Upon hearing this, Xu Banxian was annoyed by the urging. Before leaving, he looked at the two rubies so close to his eyes, his struggling old eyes filled with reluctance.

Fuck, how can there be such a person?
Feng Ling cursed inwardly, thinking that he should increase his speed even more and close the distance with the red figure.

The reason why Xu Banxian was called upon was not because Feng Ling was unable to subdue the evil spirit, but because there were so many ordinary villagers by the well. If he were to fight it with all his might, who would protect them?
Zhang Dan and his companion?

They can't even protect themselves!

"Boom!" Seven hundred meters passed in the blink of an eye, and another huge column of water gushed out with tremendous force, knocking down the onlookers and filling them with a bellyful of cold water!

Violent coughing was everywhere, nearly choking the horrified crowd to death.

"Bang!" The water column roared and exploded, revealing a bewitching figure in flowing red robes. The coughing stopped abruptly.

The entire room was completely silent. In the oppressive atmosphere, only rapid breathing and the clear pounding of heartbeats could be heard!
Achoo!

No one knows which unscrupulous person messed up at this critical moment, but a loud sneeze rang out, echoing for a long time. Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and their eyes trembled.

"Cancan...!" A chilling scream rang out, and the vengeful ghost suddenly pounced on Zhang Dan and the other person who was closest to it, shattering the eerie balance!

"Ah! A ghost..."

Dozens of villagers were terrified and fled in panic, dragging their trembling legs. Some elderly people even fell to the ground.

What's touching is that some of the young men who had already run away actually gritted their teeth, turned back, and carried several elderly people away with them.

It's truly touching!
"You evil spirit, cease your arrogance! Take this!"

A figure with an arrogant tone wielded a wooden sword and slashed directly at the vengeful ghost, his conceited expression exactly the same as that of the old Taoist priest with the bull's nose!
Hey buddy! Don't you know your own limitations? Why are you trying to act like a hero? Losing face is one thing, but don't lose your life!

"Ah!" Hot blood splattered everywhere, and Zhang Dan, his face covered in blood, let out a terrified scream, his body trembling as he retreated.

"Oops! I'm too late!"

Feng Ling sighed with regret. As soon as he emerged from the well, he saw a large, blood-soaked head, as fragile as a watermelon, suddenly smashed into three large pieces by the right ghost claw.

The left demonic claw pierced through the chest where the heart was located, and drops of viscous blood slid down the dark nail that pierced through the back...

"Ghost Crossing Technique!" A holy golden light descended, enveloping the terrifying figure that was tearing and devouring the blood corpse.

Instantly, wisps of black smoke rose up, and eerie, chilling screams filled the air, making the hearts of those watching from afar tremble violently!
Feng Ling had made a drastic decision. He hadn't wanted to use the Ghost-Crossing Technique, fearing it would offend the natural order. However, this water ghost had reached such a ruthless level, committing such heinous and bloody acts!
An extra chapter today; the outcome of the bet will be revealed tomorrow.

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