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Chapter 439 Ghost Hand 7's Scheme

Jia Youcai slammed the electric switch all the way down.

The pink old man's car disappeared at the end of the street, accompanied by a violent crackling sound of electricity.

Look at the rear of that car.

Yang Guang looked up in despair at the rising sun.

"What a tragedy!"

"Dad screwed over his comrades, and then he screwed them over too!"

"Our comrade tricked this fatso and now he's trying to freeload!"

"I can't live like this anymore!"

Er Lengzi squatted down beside it, waiting until the car was completely out of sight and confirming that there was no one else around.

Only then did it dare to open its mouth.

Yang Guang looked down and lightly kicked Er Lengzi's dog butt.

"You actually decided to come back?"

"Walk!"

"Go in!"

Er Lengzi flicked its tail and rubbed against Yang Guang's calf.

The man and the dog bickered as they walked into the dark old street.

We arrived at the entrance of the agency's detached courtyard.

Following the rules, Yang Guang removed the red cloth covering the eyes of the stone kylin at the entrance and blew out the two large white lanterns hanging at the entrance.

They don't open during the day; they only accept customers at night.

This is an unshakeable rule of the agency.

After closing the door, Yang Guang rushed into the house without even washing his face.

He collapsed onto the armchair and started catching up on sleep.

He was so busy every day that his mortal body really couldn't keep up.

Although I made a lot of money.

……

at the same time.

On the mountain opposite the cemetery outside Fengdu City.

There is a natural cave here that never sees sunlight.

The entrance to the cave was surrounded by blackish-purple poisonous vines.

A chilling, bone-piercing aura, like a living thing, swirled and churned at the cave entrance.

The deepest part of the cave.

There was no light source, only a dozen or so eerie green will-o'-the-wisps drifting in mid-air.

By the faint light of the will-o'-the-wisp, one could clearly see that the cave was filled with countless pale white skeletons.

There are human bones, as well as bones from various wild animals.

In the very center of the pile of bones stood an altar made of pure black coffin boards.

A dozen or so black skulls, each about the size of a baby's fist, were neatly arranged on the altar.

The top of the skull was flattened and filled with dark red corpse oil, with a lamp wick inserted inside.

This is the soul lamp used by the heretical cultivators to prolong their lives and sense life and death.

suddenly!

At the very edge of the altar, the three soul lamps began to flicker violently with their ghastly green flames at the wicks.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The first soul lamp exploded, the skull shattered into a pile of fragments, and corpse oil spilled all over the ground.

Followed by.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two more crisp explosions followed.

The remaining two soul lamps followed suit, exploding into pieces.

Not even a tiny spark remained.

The moment those three soul lamps went out.

Behind the altar, in that pitch-black depths.

A chilling sound of bones grinding together could be heard.

"Glala..."

A hunched, disheveled figure leaned on a strange cane made of several human leg bones pieced together.

He stood up shakily from the darkness.

This is an old woman.

Her clothes were tattered and covered in blackened blood and dirt.

His head of white hair was draped haphazardly over his shoulders like withered grass.

The most terrifying thing is her face.

His face was covered with deep, crisscrossing wrinkles, like dried tree bark.

Those eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, had an extremely sickly grayish-white color, devoid of any life.

This is Ghost Hand Seven!

No one knew that Ghost Hand Seven was actually an old woman, and no one knew how old she was.

Leaning on her bone cane, she walked step by step to the altar.

Its grayish-white eyes were fixed on the three shattered soul lamps.

"San'er..."

Ghost Hand Seven opened his withered lips, revealing a set of broken, blackened teeth.

Her voice was like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other violently, extremely harsh.

"The soul lamps of the eldest, second, and third brothers have all gone out."

"Not even a trace of a remnant soul remained."

"His soul was completely annihilated, leaving him no chance even to become a ghost."

Ghost Hand Seven stretched out his withered left hand, with nails several inches long, and gently rubbed the crumbs.

There was no sadness in his eyes.

Instead, it erupted with a chilling madness and resentment.

"What a fine successor to the agency for handling matters related to the deceased!"

"What a fine last Celestial Master!"

Ghost Hand Seven suddenly raised his head and let out a shrill and unpleasant laugh.

"Gagaga gagaga!"

"No wonder he's from the Yang family!"

"Just like your old, immortal ancestors, every generation is like a rock in a latrine, stinking and hard to handle!"

"That was ruthless!"

"That's brilliant!"

Laughter echoed through the empty cave, causing the will-o'-the-wisps around them to flicker uncertainly.

I've laughed enough.

Ghost Hand Seven abruptly composed himself.

She picked up the bone cane and slammed it hard against the ground!

"boom!"

A jet-black aura erupted from the bottom of the cane, instantly shattering the bones on the ground into powder.

She cursed at the air through gritted teeth.

"Yang Guang!"

"Back then, your short-lived father burned down our sect's secret manual of evil arts, which had been passed down for hundreds of years!"

"It's made me, an old woman, live like a rat in a sewer, hiding in the mountains, barely surviving as a human being or a ghost, for so many years!"

"I haven't forgotten this blood debt for a single day!"

Ghost Hand Seven's empty right sleeve swayed violently in the cold wind.

She turned her head.

Its grayish-white eyes stared into the depths of the cave.

There were also seven or eight figures sitting cross-legged in the darkness, their bodies reeking of a putrid, corpse-like stench.

Those were her core disciples whom she had secretly cultivated over the years.

"You think you can scare me off by killing my three scout disciples?"

"dream!"

Ghost Hand Seven's face was contorted with wrinkles, his expression extremely ferocious.

"That place in the old city of Fengdu."

"The City God and the Earth God mysteriously disappeared decades ago!"

"That place is now a no-man's-land, an extremely dark and deadly place!"

"It's practically a natural array core tailor-made for us heretical cultivators!"

She raised her withered left hand and clenched her fist tightly in mid-air.

It was as if he already held the entire city of Fengdu in the palm of his hand: "Little brat of the Yang family, you won't be able to struggle for much longer."

"Wait until I've gathered the rest of the men!"

"Let's go break the seal left by that old bald monk!"

"At that time."

"The entire city of Fengdu will be transformed into a terrifying ghost realm where even the living are forbidden!"

"And your Yang family's agency."

"I'm going to personally skin you alive and burn you like a sky lantern!"

"I will make sure your Yang family line is completely wiped out!"

"Gagagagagagaga!"

A chilling, sinister laugh pierced through the thick rock walls and lingered in the cave.

At this time.

In the main hall of the Office for the Dispensation of the Dead in the old city of Fengdu.

Yang Guang, who was lying sprawled on the armchair snoring, suddenly felt a tickle in his nose.