I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

Ximen Qing lifted the stone pagoda beside him with one hand, shouted loudly, and with immense force, the pagoda flew out.

This magic weapon allows Ximen Qing's sixth-level magical power to unleash tens of thousands of catties of force!

At that moment, the sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

The weasel, which was running away headlong, suddenly stopped.

Because Zhou Chun had been waiting for a long time with his sword in hand.

"You fiend, you've got some nerve, daring to challenge the righteous path and block my way? Today, I'll make sure you're annihilated!"

As Zhou Chun finished speaking, sword light emerged from behind him, and a phantom image of a Yin God burst forth from the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows, exuding boundless power that swept across the surroundings.

The stench was completely gone, replaced by a refreshing and fragrant light.

"First...innate?!"

Upon seeing Zhou Chun reveal his Yin spirit, the weasel was so frightened that its legs went weak.

You should have said so earlier if you had such cultivation!

Even if he had a hundred lives, he wouldn't dare block the path of the Innate True Man!

Furthermore, don't most cultivators who have attained Yin Spirit usually fly on swords, or at the very least use magical artifacts for transportation? Why are you being so simple, even taking a carriage!

It's easy for us lowly demons to misunderstand!

He roared inwardly! But his actions were swift.

The weasel assumed a fighting stance, but its legs buckled, and it knelt down with a thud.

Shouting:

"This little demon has lost his mind! He has offended a True Immortal, and I beg your forgiveness! He was truly forced into this situation! He was being hunted by demons and suffered severe injuries, which is why he had the idea of ​​using the technique of seeking a seal to forcibly break through in order to save himself! Please, True Immortal, see the truth!"

He spoke quickly and clearly!

The three-story bluestone tower that was about to hit the back of his head suddenly stopped.

At the same time, Zhou Chun's sword light stopped.

"You just said—demons? Where did demons come from?"

Ximen Qing held the blue stone pagoda in his palm, as if it were a mountain, looking down at the weasel on the ground.

The weasel came from the south. Regardless of whether it passed through Guobei County, this talk of evil spirits is definitely problematic.

Zhou Chun thought so too, so the two of them stared at the kneeling weasel.

Seeing that he had actually survived, the weasel was overjoyed. He kowtowed three times to the two men before speaking, "My lords, you have no idea!"

"Who's your grandpa? Don't try to get close to me! Keep talking!" Zhou Chun patted the weasel's head with the blade of his sword.

Ximen Qing glanced helplessly at his surroundings. How could such a rigid mind have raised such a reckless girl as Zhou Qingyun? Isn't it said that daughters resemble their fathers?

"Yes, yes, yes! This little demon has overstepped its bounds. This little demon originally cultivated in the Baituqiu cemetery in Guobei County, and for hundreds of years has lived a life of purity and abstinence, never harming anyone! Who would have thought that a few days ago, a mourning ghost came and snatched my grave! He even wanted to take me as a servant! If it weren't for the many juniors in my clan who risked their lives to protect me, I'm afraid I would have already met a terrible end!"

As the weasel spoke, a deep sorrow welled up within him, and a few tears actually welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Ximen Qing glanced at him; the man looked sorrowful, so he was probably telling the truth.

But can such a coincidence really happen? Didn't his divination say that his fortune would be average today?

"Are you really a demon from Guobei County?"

Ximen Qing asked again.

"It's absolutely genuine, little immortal master! If you don't believe me, you can ask my servants; they can all testify!"

The weasel pointed to the little yellow weasels in the distance, cowering and afraid to go forward.

"I'll believe you for now. Where did that wailing ghost you mentioned come from, and what does it look like?"

Ximen Qing glanced at Zhou Chun and, seeing that he was thinking, simply asked the question directly.

"Reporting to the Little Immortal Master, that wailing ghost had an enormous mouth and a deafening wail that killed over thirty of my young men with a single cry! He was incredibly fierce! Oh, right, he claimed to be the Night Wanderer of Guo Bei County, saying he was ordered by the City God to cleanse the county of all demons and ghosts. He even said he wanted to recruit me into his ranks and make me a high-ranking official in the underworld! Little Immortal Master, isn't that ridiculous! There are still people in the world pretending to be gods? That's so ancient..."

The weasel chuckled as it spoke.

It seemed that he was stunned by the image of the mournful ghost in his memory.

However, no laughter or response came from Ximen Qing and Zhou Chun.

Instead, Zhou Chun sheathed the Six Harmonies Sword and approached Ximen Qing, saying, "Those ghost kings who have carved out their own territories in the underworld are indeed bestowing official titles upon them!"

"Does Senior Zhou mean that Guo Bei County has likely fallen into the hands of the Netherworld?"

Ximen Qing was a little unsure. Logically speaking, he had only been away from Guobei County for half a month, so how could he have fallen so quickly?

Moreover, before he left, he burned the hill where Lanruo Temple was located to the ground!

They even sent Qing Songzi to inform Daoist Gu Yun!

"I've examined the branch you gave me. It's indeed imbued with the yin energy of the underworld. Mortal fire from the mortal realm is probably no match for it. Perhaps there are other variables in the situation that allowed Yuantong from the Wutai Sect to survive against all odds!"

On the way, Ximen Qing had already given a general account of what had happened in Guobei County.

Therefore, Zhou Chun now knew that there were too many irrationalities in this matter.

Seeing the solemn expressions of the two people in front of him, even the weasel that had just told the story as a joke lowered its head, its huge yellow fur head trembling in the night sky.

Oh no, I've upset these two. Are they going to kill me after I've done their bidding? No way!

The weasel was filled with unease.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when his heart sank to the bottom.

A voice as beautiful as heavenly music rang out:

"You look quite robust. Since you say that wailing ghost is chasing you, do you want revenge?"

Ximen Qing bent down, looked at the weasel in front of him, and asked with a smile.

"revenge?"

The weasel's ears folded up, its tail began to spin wildly, and its face wore a ferocious expression.

Of course he wanted revenge!

That wailing ghost killed hundreds of his descendants and even severely injured him.

Otherwise, how could he have fallen to such a desperate state, resorting to risky measures to obtain official recognition?

What people may not know is that the most perfect path for the weasel spirit is to transform into a human in a step-by-step manner.

While obtaining a title through such means can be done quickly, the risk factor is too high, and it is generally only attempted when one is truly desperate.

"Yes! Revenge!" Ximen Qing's voice carried a hint of seduction.

"Of course! Little Immortal Master! I'll take you to him! Find him, and then kill him!"

A ruthless glint appeared on the weasel's face.

"Haha! You're in good spirits, then go pull the cart!"

Ximen Qing smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Huh? Pulling a cart?" ʕ(ⓛ–ⓛ)ʔ

The weasel looked at the overturned vehicle frame in the distance.

"Yes, you killed two of our horses to pull our cart for a while. Did you really do that to us?"

"No, no, no, I'll go right now!"