The Undying Immortals of the Terrifying Heavens

"Young master...do you want more?" Suddenly, Shen Yue asked weakly from the side.

Chen Xing looked up and saw that the villagers around him were all staring blankly at his side, or more precisely, at the dishes next to him.

Chen Xing: "Eat up! Why are you looking at me? Do I have vegetables on my face?"

After Chen Xing finished speaking, the people around him seemed to come back to their senses and start eating, but some still whispered among themselves and glanced at him from time to time.

Seriously, haven't you ever seen a mukbang (eating broadcast) before?

Chen Xing was speechless.

Just then, a shifty-eyed, smiling figure walked over carrying a plate of poached chicken.

Chen Xing looked up and saw that the person who came was none other than Captain Awei.

With a fawning smile on his face, Awei bowed and said, "Big brother, what else would you like to eat? Just tell me, and I, Awei, will bring it to you personally."

Seeing Awei's deliberate attempt to please him, Chen Xing smiled slightly and casually said, "Okay, let's eat together then."

Awei's eyes lit up with surprise, his smile almost overflowing: "Really?"

As he spoke, he carefully reached out, grabbed a glistening chicken leg, and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Hehe, eat."

The next second, Chen Xing's leisurely voice suddenly rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery: "Oh dear, you actually ate it when I told you to?"

In an instant, Awei's movements froze completely in place.

The chicken leg in his hand trembled slightly; he didn't know whether to hold it up or put it down, feeling extremely awkward.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Chen Xing waved his hand casually: "Alright, let's go, let's go, go do what you need to do."

Just as Awei retreated dejectedly, a stern rebuke suddenly came from not far away.

Chen Xing looked in the direction of the sound and saw Uncle Nine scolding someone.

He listened intently and vaguely heard words like "fooling around".

His gaze shifted and landed on Qiu Sheng, who was standing to the side.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng's eyelids were drooping, he looked listless, and his two dark circles were particularly glaring.

Almost instantly, Chen Xing guessed the reason.

Good heavens, he's definitely been haunted by the female ghost Xiaoyu.

He thought that Qiu Sheng could escape this time and wouldn't have to go to buy glutinous rice in the middle of the night, but he didn't expect that he would still get into trouble in the end.

Chen Xing's heart stirred slightly.

Since he transmigrated here, he has never personally fought a ghost.

Having made up his mind, he picked up the wine glass on the table and walked towards Uncle Nine.

The closer they got, the clearer Uncle Nine's scolding became. Judging from his tone, he was extremely disappointed and angry.

When Uncle Nine saw Chen Xing approaching, he immediately suppressed his anger, sighed helplessly, and stopped scolding Qiu Sheng.

Chen Xing spoke directly, hitting the nail on the head: "Ninth Uncle, Qiu Sheng looks very strange, like he's possessed by a ghost."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine sighed wearily, "I don't know what sins I've committed. One of them is possessed by a ghost, and the other is poisoned by a corpse. Neither of them is easy to deal with."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wen Cai, who was engrossed in eating and drinking, immediately retorted, "Master, my corpse poison wasn't severe; I'm completely fine now!"

Seeing this, Uncle Nine raised his hand and slapped Wen Cai on the back of the head, both angry and helpless: "You still dare to talk back! If Xing hadn't intervened in time to remove the corpse poison from you, you would have become a walking corpse by now!"

Unlike the original plot, this time Wen Cai received timely treatment and was left without any aftereffects of the zombie transformation.

His mind went blank. He scratched the back of his head, chuckled twice, and then continued to bury his head in the chicken, duck, fish, and meat on the table, not paying any attention to it.

Chen Xing leaned closer to Uncle Jiu and said in a low voice, "Uncle Jiu, why don't we lend Qiu Sheng a hand and get rid of that female ghost so she won't come back to harm people in the future?"

Uncle Nine looked at Chen Xing, his eyes full of approval, and nodded repeatedly: "What you said is exactly what I was thinking."

The two immediately huddled together and whispered their plan to exorcise the ghost.

Interestingly, Qiu Sheng was paralyzed right next to them, listening to the two plotting how to get rid of Dong Xiaoyu, yet he showed no reaction whatsoever.

My eyelids drooped, and I drifted off to sleep.

……

It was late at night, inside the mortuary.

Chen Xing changed into Qiu Sheng's clothes and stood quietly inside the room.

Uncle Nine held a talisman brush and drew obscure and difficult-to-understand talismans on his body with a solemn expression.

After finishing the incantation, Uncle Nine solemnly instructed, "If the female ghost can't find Qiu Sheng tonight, she will surely come looking for him by following his presence and scent."

"Put on Qiu Sheng's clothes and stay in this room. I'll have Qiu Sheng hide next door. She'll definitely mistake you for Qiu Sheng, and the moment she gets close enough to attack..."

At this point, a sharp, cold glint flashed in Uncle Nine's eyes, and he nodded firmly.

He had already mastered this scheme of luring the devil into the trap.

After explaining all the details, Uncle Nine quietly withdrew, instructing Chen Xing to stay put and wait for the female ghost to come.

Not long after, a soft, melodious female voice slowly rose in the dark night sky, both tender and poignant.

"Qiusheng...Qiusheng..."

It was the voice of the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu, sounding like a lovelorn woman longing for her lover, concealing endless sorrow.

Inside the room, Chen Xing had his hair down and his head slightly bowed.

He peered through his disheveled hair at the open space ahead.

A gust of cold wind, carrying white mist, swept in, and a tall woman dressed in plain clothes appeared out of thin air.

The cold evening wind lashed against his body, instantly raising goosebumps on Chen Xing's skin; the chill was biting.

The person who came was none other than the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu.

She saw the figure sitting inside the room and was immediately overjoyed, thinking that she had found Qiu Sheng, whom she had been longing for.

Seeing that the figure remained motionless, Dong Xiaoyu felt anxious and rushed into the house.

The moment she stepped into the area, a large net suddenly fell from above, blocking her escape route and trapping her on the spot.

Dong Xiaoyu disregarded the danger of the trap and was about to break free of her restraints when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The person before him had a similar aura and build to Qiu Sheng, yet seemed different.

At this moment, Chen Xing slowly raised his head.

Eyes facing each other.

Dong Xiaoyu's already pale face instantly turned completely bloodless, turning deathly white.

This is a trap!

She screamed in terror, "Who are you?! Where did you hide Sheng-ge?"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Xing's eyes, his murderous aura surging. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Dong Xiaoyu's neck tightly.

"May I ask about Qiu Sheng's whereabouts?"

"That wretched female ghost dares to bewitch the disciples of Maoshan? She's courting death!"

Dong Xiaoyu had no intention of arguing. Her body suddenly became weak, and she tried to turn into a gust of wind to escape.

But the next second, she froze completely.

She was shocked to discover that a red rope ornament hanging around Chen Xing's neck was emitting a purer and more domineering yin energy than that emanating from her body, suppressing her ghostly form and preventing her from escaping.

This is precisely the flesh lotus of the Great Black Buddha Mother.

What horrified her even more was that this mortal, who clearly had no magical powers, was able to touch and imprison her ghostly body with his bare hands.

A wicked, cold smile curled at the corners of Chen Xing's lips.

"Trying to run? Do you think you can escape?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted force with his arm and slammed Dong Xiaoyu's ghost body hard onto the ground.

Like tossing a sandbag, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a ghost that bewitches the living and disturbs people's hearts.

In the critical moment, Dong Xiaoyu suddenly stuck out a long, thin, scarlet tongue, like a sharp arrow that had been waiting for a long time, and stabbed fiercely at Chen Xing's forehead!

It moves with lightning speed, arriving in the blink of an eye.

With a soft "pfft".

Chen Xing's forehead was instantly pierced, leaving a hideous bloody hole.

Upon seeing this, Dong Xiaoyu immediately burst into triumphant laughter.

She shook the long hair in her hand, her tone dripping with sarcasm: "You scumbag, you think you can kill me? You can't stop me from finding Brother Sheng!"

In her view, Chen Xing, whose head had been pierced, was already dead and posed no further threat.

She then noticed a slight noise coming from the hut next door, and immediately transformed into a gust of cold wind, ready to pounce and find Qiu Sheng.

But the next second, a tremendous force pulled her down tightly.

Chen Xing's hand remained as still as an iron clamp, firmly gripping her head.

A mocking, cold voice slowly rang out: "Female ghost, is this all the tricks you have?"

"If that's all there is to it, then you might as well die."

Dong Xiaoyu froze, thinking it was her imagination, and turned around abruptly.

The hideous blood hole on Chen Xing's forehead was rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant it was completely restored, without leaving a trace of injury.