I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

The moment Gu Yi's voice came from behind, Xu Lindong noticed that the Kitchen God sedan chair hanging at his waist had begun to shake, and even the bamboo chopsticks were turning black.

A chilling aura crept up from behind, and the Tower of Babel at my neck began to stir restlessly.

The protection he had previously cast with the Kitchen God had long since vanished as the stove lamp burned out.

With the approaching yin energy from behind, he didn't hesitate, and flames instantly rose around him.

Almost at that time.

A cold hand was already on his shoulder, and Gu Yi's question, tinged with doubt, rang in his ears:

"Xu Lindong, why are you standing here without moving?"

The voice rose almost simultaneously with the fire in the stove.

It was as if Gu Yicai had just spoken when the cold hand that was resting on his shoulder was covered by the golden-red stove fire.

laugh! !

In an instant, the skin and flesh began to smoke from the burning sensation, and the chilling power in his palm subsided slightly.

But the hand didn't loosen its grip; instead, it tightened its hold on his shoulder even more.

"raging!"

Xu Lindong, his body glowing with golden-red flames, slowly turned his head.

Almost simultaneously, Gu Yi's face pressed against his from behind.

The middle-aged man's face appeared unusually stiff at this moment, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and his gray-black pupils were even dilating, exuding a sinister and eerie inhuman feeling.

He stared intently at Xu Lindong, who had turned his face into the firelight, his lips moving mechanically, his voice dry and hoarse:

Why...are you ignoring me?

In response, Xu Lindong suddenly reached out a hand.

The hand was wreathed in golden-red flames, yet it also exuded a chilling aura of death. Its skin was bluish-black, faintly emitting the stench of decay, causing the golden-red flames to even tend to turn pale green, like will-o'-the-wisps.

He grabbed the cold hand that was resting on his shoulder.

What's so scary about wandering spirits?

He's a poor wretch, why would he be afraid of a dead man?

"I'll talk to you right now!"

The moment their hands touched, the combined suppressive force of the ghostly hand and the blazing stove fire suddenly erupted.

The wandering Yin energy that was trying to invade Gu Yi's hand was immediately intercepted.

But at that moment, the last trace of life disappeared completely from Gu Yi's empty eyes.

An extremely cold and sinister power suddenly burst forth from his body.

It was a faint, twisted gray ghostly shadow that pierced through his body, ignoring the blazing fire in the stove, and rushed straight toward Xu Lindong's face!

Gu Yi's body went limp at that moment, his fate unknown.

Xu Lindong snorted coldly.

The moment the ghostly hand and the stove fire worked together to suppress the possessed hand, the weight lifted from his heart.

With the power of the Kitchen God and the earth's corpse energy combined in one body, he is a rare cultivator of both the ways of heaven and earth.

He was both the official in charge of the stove and an undecomposed corpse.

They are living corpses in the fire that cannot be burned out!

What is there to fear from wandering spirits!

The moment the gray shadow struck, Xu Lindong's arm shot up like lightning and slashed out!

Between his fingers, a cold, menacing, and sinister-looking straight scraper had appeared.

The blade is short.

It's like a short knife a hairdresser uses to shave a customer's face, yet its sharp edge gleams with a cold light capable of slicing through the soul.

Swish! !

A flash of light!

A cut that ignores defense!

A piercing scream that pierced the soul exploded in the air—the wail of a ghost on the verge of destruction!

The approaching wandering spirits were struck head-on by the flash of the blade.

The pale gray ghostly figure tore apart with a sound, turning into two halves that fell to the ground, stirring up a chilling wind that lingered and refused to dissipate.

Xu Lindong immediately bent down and extended his ghostly hand.

The moment his palm touched the ground, a chill, like an ice pick, pierced his very bones, as if it had pierced into a layer of ice.

But the next moment!

The Tower of Babel on his neck trembled slightly.

The ninth-floor tower gate quietly opened.

The two lingering shadows of wandering spirits on the ground vanished without a trace in an instant.

[Merit +350]

So far, anything that has been briefly suppressed or controlled by him.

Even if it is an evil artifact directly facing the scraper, it can be imprisoned in the Tower of Babel by consuming merit.

Therefore, as long as he can suppress it and has enough merit to support Grandpa Tower's consumption, Grandpa Tower will naturally not feel any pressure.

The wandering soul was severely injured by the direct scraping blade, and was easily imprisoned after consuming less than 50 merit points.

"Although that strike didn't kill the wandering spirit outright, the slicing and dismembering that ignored its defenses did cut it in two, severely injuring it. Recovery won't be easy!"

"Unfortunately, the wandering soul is not a sequence transcendent and is not easy to kill, so it will not trigger the second function of the sub-device."

Xu Lindong looked at the empty ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at that moment, the straight scraper in his hand suddenly trembled, and a cold aura emanated from the blade.

Almost simultaneously, the sounds of fighting inside the ancient house across the street suddenly intensified, accompanied by the muffled thuds of doors and windows shaking.

"What?"

Xu Lindong felt a chill run down his spine, instantly recalling the strange events that had occurred at Qinglong Temple when it directly confronted the appearance of the Scraper Mother.

"Could it be... that this old house also contains components of the same evil origin?"

He was horrified, as if he had touched upon some obscure connection.

He immediately flicked his wrist, the short sword vanished instantly, and he was imprisoned back inside the Tower of Babel.

Almost at the same time the blade disappeared, the noise inside the old house noticeably subsided.

"fine......"

Xu Lindong slowly exhaled, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Fortunately, this instrument is now under the control of the Tower of Babel, and its use requires consuming merit.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He spent 150 merit points to use this strike.

It can be described as a "pay-to-win sword with immeasurable merit"!

However, even including the 50 merits from imprisoning the wandering souls, the 350 merits just received are more than enough to make it a worthwhile deal.

The fire around Xu Lindong had not gone out. He glanced at the unconscious Gu Yi on the ground, then looked back at the dark alleyway where the mist was billowing.

"It's been more than ten seconds... Ji Huaisheng and Pang Jia are probably not going to get out."

His heart sank; he already understood.

There may still be wandering spirits lurking in the thick fog during the evacuation.

I was lucky that I didn't run into it.

Lei Chong and Gu Yi were clearly not so lucky.

The two behind them are probably also in grave danger.

"We can't wait any longer..."

Without hesitation, Xu Lindong instantly dispelled the state of the Kitchen God's descent.

He grabbed Gu Yi with one hand and then retreated quickly towards the other side of the stone bridge, following the route marked by the recorder.

Gu Yishao said it weighed 160 pounds, but in his hands it felt as light as a baseball bat.

He sped up and glanced back at the old house along the way.

The commotion inside the courtyard was gradually subsiding.

"Is the battle inside... coming to an end?"

He felt somewhat relieved.

As long as the guardians of Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 can suppress the anomaly, the sinkhole field should gradually stabilize within the sealing array set up by the former high-sequence guardians of Xia Kingdom.

The situation is improving.

The danger is receding.

However, he still could not linger in the old house, which was so close to the core of the sinkhole.

We must leave quickly; there may be more than one wandering ghost here.

He quickly crossed the stone bridge, slapping Gu Yi twice hard along the way, finally waking the idiot up, and then threw him on the ground.

"Wh...what's wrong? Why do I feel so weak? My feet are ice cold, my kidneys hurt, I feel weaker than after my middle-aged wife had sex with me for a week straight?"

Gu Yi sat on the ground, looking bewildered, clutching his waist, his face deathly pale...

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