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"Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu..."

Looking at the hideous and terrifying head, the little boy was frightened, but he also recognized the person as an acquaintance from the village.

"You know him? Who is he?"

Without any hesitation, Zhou Sheng leaned forward, reached out and grabbed the other person's hair, lifting their head up so that they were facing each other directly.

At this moment, his gaze became exceptionally sharp, as if trying to see through those unseeing eyes to the deepest obsession of the departed soul.

Ghostly practitioners deal with ghosts and spirits year-round. Such scenes would give ordinary people nightmares, but for them, it's just a normal occurrence.

"His soul was torn to shreds, leaving only a hazy remnant, which was sealed in the space between his eyebrows and in his mind. It was not a sign of kindness, but more like a punishment."

"Let him be imprisoned inside the idol, slowly experiencing the decay of his flesh and the gnawing of maggots..."

"Wait, what is this..."

Zhou Sheng pondered silently, and at the same time seemed to have discovered something. He used his other hand to brush aside the hair on his forehead that was congealed with blood, and then his gaze sharpened.

It was vaguely a swastika shape smeared with blood.

This is a clear Buddhist symbol.

Zhou Sheng's heart stirred, and his interest in this matter grew even stronger. If he wasn't mistaken, it was probably related to the Medicine Buddha Temple.

He lowered his head and looked at the little boy.

The little boy was clearly terrified, standing there as if he had lost his soul, and did not answer Zhou Sheng's question.

At this moment, Jinse walked over, her voice seemingly possessing a wondrous rhythm that could soothe the soul.

"Don't be afraid, we specialize in handling these kinds of things. If you know him, tell us everything you know."

Its sound is like the melody of a zither, soothing and delightful.

The effect was almost immediate; the fear on the little boy's face dissipated considerably, and he developed a strange sense of closeness and trust towards Zhou Sheng and the others.

He composed himself and said, "He is Uncle Liu Si in the village, and also the only doctor. He often goes to the mountains to collect herbs, and sometimes he will take them to the city to sell."

Zhou Sheng nodded. This Uncle Liu was probably one of the few people in the village who still had contact with the outside world.

"Then he must have been missing for a long time. Did he go into the mountains to gather herbs?"

Based on the extent of the skull's decay, the person must have been dead for a long time, hence Zhou Sheng's conjecture.

However, upon hearing this, the little boy trembled violently, and his face, which had just recovered somewhat, turned deathly pale again, as if he had thought of something extremely terrifying.

"But I just saw... Uncle Liu Si this morning..."

His voice trembled.

Zhou Sheng was taken aback, then stared intently into his eyes and asked, word by word, "Are you sure?"

"It's confirmed. Uncle Liu also said... he dug up some old ginseng in the mountains and plans to make it into Baoshen Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine), and give one pill to everyone in the village to help them recover."

"At the time, I found it strange because Uncle Liu was not usually generous, and his wife was even more stingy, splitting every penny in half. But at that time, she just stood there blankly, not saying a word."

A chill ran through Zhou Sheng's heart.

A man who had long since died appeared in public in the morning and, contrary to his usual behavior, promised to give elixirs to the entire village.

There is only one possibility.

That person was not the real Uncle Liu.

"Take me to Uncle Liu's house, right now!"

Zhou Sheng's face was serious and his words were resolute. For some reason, upon hearing the other party's command, the little boy's body automatically ran towards Uncle Liu's house, as if he were being manipulated by an invisible force.

Recalling the little girl's heroic act of uprooting the willow tree and Zhou Sheng's careful examination of the dead man's head, he couldn't help but wonder again if he had encountered a monster.

White Snake Village wasn't very big, and soon the little boy stopped outside a house that looked much more impressive. He panted and said, "This is it."

"However, the gate is locked, so Xing is probably not home."

Zhou Sheng's ears twitched; he had already heard the noise. A cold smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Red Thread, go straight in."

"Order!"

Red Line charged towards the tightly closed door, its head turning to stone the instant it hit. With a deafening roar, the door shattered as if smashed by a charging rhinoceros.

"Jinse, protect this child and stay here. Don't let the murderer get away."

Zhou Sheng gave a word of advice, then stepped into the courtyard. Although his steps were not fast, he disappeared in an instant.

With his eyes and ears open, he quickly detected a hidden evil aura. Upon entering the room, the scene he witnessed made him frown.

A corpse was kneeling on the ground. Judging from its shape, it was a woman. She was kneeling and worshipping in front of the Buddhist shrine, and her skull was broken into pieces.

It looked as if she kept bowing and praying, and finally smashed her own head.

The red and white items were scattered all over the place.

Even more bizarrely, the altar did not contain a Buddha statue, but rather a Buddha head—the head of the Medicine Buddha.

call!
A cold wind howled, slamming the door shut and plunging the room into darkness. It was broad daylight, yet almost no light could penetrate.

The next moment, the head of the Medicine Buddha suddenly opened its blood-dripping eyes and uttered chants.

"Those who do not bow before the Buddha will be eternally condemned to hell!"

"Those who do not bow before the Buddha will be eternally condemned to hell!!"

"Those who do not bow to the Buddha will be condemned to eternal damnation!!!"

The sound was like a resounding bell, like the chanting of a great angel, carrying a kind of bewitching magic that aroused people's impulse to worship and even make them want to kneel down and kowtow repeatedly.

They would not hesitate to smash their heads in.

Zhou Sheng finally learned how that woman died.

"Noisy!"

When his dantian stirred with thunderous energy, it resembled the spring thunder at the time of the Awakening of Insects, harmonizing the five internal organs to correct the thunderous sound, and then combined it with the dragon and tiger sounds in the Yin Opera, as well as the supernatural power of the tongue orifice.

This gentle shout was like a thunderclap, reverberating throughout the heavens, causing the entire roof beam to tremble violently and leaving faint charred marks, as if it had been burned by lightning.

The seemingly mighty chanting was completely suppressed after only a moment in the face of Zhou Sheng's thunderous chanting.

Click!

A tiny crack appeared on the Buddha's head.

A phantom flew out; it was a middle-aged monk with a fierce face. He raised the Buddha's head, glared at Zhou Sheng with resentment, and then turned and fled out the window.

Without any hesitation or lingering in the battle.

In the brief exchange, he sensed the unfathomable depth of his opponent's cultivation, and even his excessively youthful face seemed to be shrouded in a celestial aura.

As a vengeful ghost, he could even see the radiant light emanating from the other party's body, a manifestation of having cultivated to a high level and possessing boundless magical power.

It must be some old monster!

"Did I let you go?"

Zhou Sheng's voice carried a hint of murderous intent as he said, "Stop!"

The vengeful ghost holding the Buddha's head froze abruptly, its fleeing soul halting in mid-air, as if bound by an invisible spiderweb.

The footsteps drew closer, neither hurried nor slow.

The vengeful ghost turned to look at Zhou Sheng, about to utter a threat, but its pupils suddenly constricted as if struck by lightning.

As the man continued forward, a majestic and awe-inspiring image of Guan Yu appeared faintly behind him, growing taller and taller, as if it were the embodiment of heaven and earth.

As Zhou Sheng pointed his sword, Guan Yu's crescent-shaped halberd was also raised.

A murderous aura emanated from him, and his long beard billowed like a banner.

Before the Azure Dragon even struck, he already felt a tearing sensation as if his soul were being torn apart.

"Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer."

"If you mispronounce a single word, I'll send you to see Buddha."

...(End of this chapter)