Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

"Uncle Zhou!" Lu Yu was sweating profusely with anxiety, instinctively clenching the ancient coin in his palm. A series of vivid images flashed through his mind—

Lin Xi's painting of the old alleyway street, so detailed that you can see the moss, with the sunlight filtering through the leaves and creating dappled patterns, conveys a quiet and warm reality that should not be silently swallowed up.

The sweet and sour pork ribs under the warm yellow light at home, the careful selection of lean meat by his mother, the warm milk handed to him by his father—this comforting warmth must never be disturbed by monsters.

The fruit candies that Lao Zhou used to give him when he was little were sickeningly sweet, and his grandmother's words before she disappeared, "Xiao Yu has grown up and will soon be able to take care of your parents," these memories etched deep in his mind cannot just disappear like this!

A strong sense of determination suddenly welled up within him; it wasn't fear, but an inexplicable conviction.

The ancient coin in his palm suddenly felt slightly warm, and a pale golden light flowed from his fingertips, warm and gentle, not dazzling, yet carrying an unshakable and firm power.

"Lu Yu, to the left! There's a tentacle trying to entangle you!" Su Wan suddenly shouted. She crouched in the corner, trembling all over, her knees hitting the ground, but she stared intently at the hole in the doorway, not blinking. "Zhang Hao's chest was injured by Grandpa Zhou earlier, maybe we should find something to attack there!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu immediately dodged the approaching tentacles, gripped the scalding ancient coin tightly, and rushed towards Zhang Hao's protruding chest area.

The moment the ancient coin touched the strange texture, it burst forth with dazzling golden light. With a "sizzle," the golden light spread instantly. Zhang Hao let out a shrill roar, his body convulsing violently. Thick white smoke rose from the spot touched by the golden light, and viscous liquid flowed down the hole.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Old Zhou broke free of his restraints and swung the wrench, slamming it hard into Zhang Hao's chest. A pale golden light mingled with the golden light, and he muttered, "You little brat, you think you can swallow me whole? I'll stand right here, and you couldn't swallow me even if you tried all day!"

Zhang Hao's body began to become transparent, the eerie texture gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a wisp of mist and disappeared completely.

"Well done! That's right!" Old Zhou, panting, wiped his sweat and looked at Su Wan with a gentler gaze. "Little girl, you're quite clever."

As soon as he finished speaking, more tentacles reached in through the holes in the door. The ethereal spirits outside seemed to be enraged, and the crashing sounds became more and more violent. Two more holes appeared in the door, and viscous liquid dripped down from the holes, corroding small pits on the ground.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die!" Old Zhou frowned and quickly devised a plan. "Lu Yu, try to use the power of the ancient coins to protect the door and block them as much as possible; little girl, keep an eye on things, and shout if any tentacles reach in; I'll reinforce the door and deal with any that slip through!"

"Okay!" The two nodded at the same time.

Lu Yu gripped the ancient coin tightly, concentrated his mind, and repeatedly chanted in his heart, "Guard this place, don't let them in." The golden light of the ancient coin instantly surged, forming a semi-circular barrier that enveloped the outside of the door. The ethereal tentacles that touched the golden light let out mournful roars and instinctively retreated, the impact sound instantly diminishing.

Su Wan squatted beside the door panel, staring intently at the holes, holding a handful of nails in her hands, occasionally handing them to Old Zhou: "The hole on the right! Two tentacles have reached in together!"

Lu Yu immediately adjusted the direction of the golden light, burning the two tentacles until they curled up and retracted. However, he felt a tingling numbness in his body, realizing that maintaining the golden light was more energy-consuming than he had imagined.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Old Zhou picked up a wooden board, aimed it at the hole, and hammered it in. His movements were so nimble that he didn't seem like an old man. Occasionally, when he had a moment to spare, he would swing a wrench to knock back the tentacles that were trying to break through the barrier. Every blow was precise and ruthless. He kept muttering, "Let me show you what an old man can do!"

The three worked together surprisingly well.

Sweat streamed down Lu Yu's face, his arms trembling slightly, yet he couldn't loosen his grip on the ancient coins; Old Zhou swung his wrench with great force, a faint golden light flashing, the severed tentacles piled up at the doorway, wisps of white smoke rising; Su Wan's reminders were always timely, even able to predict the direction of attack based on the movement trajectory of the tentacles, helping the two avoid several sneak attacks.

After an unknown amount of time, the roars outside the door gradually weakened, and the crashing sounds completely disappeared. Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief. The golden light gradually faded, and he sat on the ground, completely exhausted. His back was soaked with cold sweat, and the ancient coin returned to its cool touch, lying quietly in his palm.

Old Zhou leaned against the door, panting heavily. His gaze towards Su Wan was no longer wary, but rather showed more approval: "Little girl, thank you for earlier. Although you smelled strange, your heart is genuine; you're a good girl."

Su Wan smiled shyly and didn't say anything. She just quietly moved closer to Lu Yu. The two were about an arm's length apart, but there was a sense of trust between them as temporary allies.

Just then, a strange sound suddenly came from outside—not the roar of an ethereal being, but the sizzling sound of some kind of viscous substance sliding on the ground, slow and muffled, yet carrying a sense of oppression that made one's scalp tingle.

The surrounding air seemed to cool down instantly, and even the dust in the repair shop stopped floating. The ancient coin in Lu Yu's palm suddenly became extremely hot, hotter than ever before, as if issuing a strong warning.

The smile on Old Zhou's face vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely grave expression. The veins on his hand gripping the wrench bulged, and his voice dropped eight octaves: "Damn it, the 'Executors' are here."

"Executor?" Lu Yu and Su Wan looked up at the same time, their eyes full of confusion.

"It's a ruthless character among the Void Spirits, specializing in eliminating people like us who can harm them." Old Zhou lowered his voice, his tone losing its previous magnanimity and replaced by caution. "It's ten times more powerful than an ordinary Void Spirit, and it's not afraid of our weak real power."

"The power of truth?" Su Wan muttered softly, her eyes full of confusion, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The gliding sound stopped in front of the repair shop.

There was no impact, no roar, only deathly silence. Yet, a chilling cold, penetrating to the bone, seeped through the door panels and walls, permeating the entire repair shop and sending shivers down one's spine.

Lu Yu could clearly sense that something was "watching" inside from the doorway. That cold, emotionless gaze was even more despairing than the tentacles that had wrapped around his neck earlier.

The ancient coin in his palm was getting hotter and hotter, almost burning through his skin, and Lu Yu subconsciously gripped it tighter.

Su Wan quietly moved closer to him, trembling violently, but bit her lip tightly to keep quiet, her eyes fixed on the doorway, never looking away. She couldn't tell if it was the moonlight or something else, but a faint, silvery-white shadow flickered around her.

Old Zhou's body tensed, and the patterns on the wrench glowed faintly again, like an old beast poised to pounce, staring intently at the doorway. His earlier carefree spirit had vanished without a trace, leaving only a solemn expression of facing deadly danger.

Inside the repair shop, the three held their breath, their heartbeats audible.

Lu Yu didn't know what the invisible "executor" outside the door looked like, nor did he know if he could survive this time.

The real danger has only just begun.