The Demonic Taoist Priest Emerges from the Mountain

"this!"

I frowned as I looked at the pointer on the compass.

This pointer is supposed to lead us to my father's body, right? Why is it pointing at the mute monk now?

"Is this thing of yours effective?"

I looked at Yan Jingxia and asked.

Now, instead of finding my father's body, we've found the mute monk's corpse.

Yan Jingxia also frowned.

He carefully examined the pointer on the compass, then flipped it over and took out the watch embedded in the slot.

"The Yin-Seeking Compass never makes a mistake."

"Could this watch belong to the mute monk?"

Yan Jingxia touched her chin.

"This watch must belong to my dad."

I said with certainty.

In my dream, I saw my father always wearing this watch.

Moreover, although this watch looks old, it is very well maintained.

When I found this watch, it was wrapped up very tightly.

This watch must be very important to my dad.

Upon hearing what I said, Yan Jingxia suddenly fell silent.

He walked to the big tree.

The mute monk was murdered and then hanged from a tree.

So Yan Jingxia untied the rope and put the mute monk's body down.

The mute monk's body was covered in knife wounds.

Moreover, each cut was extremely ruthless, appearing as if it were made to vent anger.

Yan Jingxia carefully examined the mute monk's corpse.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he reached out and touched the mute monk's face.

Just as I was wondering what he was doing, I saw Yan Jingxia stick out two fingers and dig them hard into the mute monk's jawbone.

Before long, he tore off a piece of skin!

I was completely shocked when I saw this.

It turns out the mute monk had been wearing a human skin mask all along!

After Yan Jingxia tore off the human skin that the mute monk was wearing, we finally saw the mute monk's true face.

The mute monk's face was covered with burn marks.

Only a small portion of the skin on the left side is intact.

It looks terrifying.

I paused for a moment when I saw the mute monk's half-face.

In a daze, I felt that this face was somewhat familiar.

Ning Jinrou, who was standing to the side, also frowned.

"Why does he look so much like your father?"

These words were like a wake-up call, and my eyes widened instantly.

Yes, the mute monk looks eighty percent like my father!

What... what exactly is going on?

Yan Jingxia immediately realized that something was wrong.

"The Yin-Seeking Compass can't possibly be wrong. Could this be your father?"

He began to speak.

I stood there, completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

The mute monk is my father?

impossible!

This afternoon, he even tried to kill me!

If he were my father, why would he use a knife on me?

Moreover, if the mute monk is my father, then who is the person in my family?

All day long, the care and concern my family member showed me didn't seem fake.

Moreover, he even took a blow from the monk Shanjie for my sake.

My brain went blank.

What exactly is going on?

I just can't understand it.

"Why bother? We're warlocks, you know. If we can't figure it out, we can just drag him out and ask him, right?"

Ning Jinrou is an impatient person; she's too lazy to use her brain.

However, neither Yan Jingxia nor I objected this time.

This matter is indeed too bizarre. To find out what happened, we can only ask in person.

Seeing that I had no objections, Ning Jinrou took action.

Although it is said that a person's three souls will leave the body seven days after death.

However, as warlocks, we have a way to speak directly with the dead.

This method is called "Spirit Inquiry"!

Ning Jinrou, who specializes in dealing with ghosts, is an expert in this area.

She took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from her bag, placed it in the southeast direction, secured it, and then turned back to take out two small incense burners.

The two incense burners are different sizes; the larger one is no bigger than a fist, while the smaller one is only the size of a bottle cap.

Ning Jinrou placed the two incense burners on the chest of the corpse, with the large incense burner on the left and the small incense burner on the right.

After making sure both incense burners were in place, Ning Jinrou took out a small bag of glutinous rice and poured it into the large incense burner.

She didn't stop until the glutinous rice was completely poured in.

Finally, Ning Jinrou took out four long incense sticks and one candle. She put the long incense sticks into the large incense burner and the candle into the small incense burner.

As the flames rose, Ning Jinrou casually took out a piece of talisman paper without any runes and a brush stained with gold paint, and covered the corpse's face with them.

"The spirits of the underworld, the essence of the spirits, communicate with the mysterious netherworld. Wrongfully deceased souls, heed my command. May your three souls find peace, and your seven spirits disperse slowly. This message descends to the netherworld, swiftly reveal your form."

As Ning Jinrou chanted, her hands continued to move. By the time she finished the last sentence, the "Spirit Communication Talisman" had already been drawn on the black talisman.

Slowly, the candle began to sway gently.

Then, a human face appeared on the bronze mirror placed in the southeast corner.

This face clearly belongs to the mute monk.

Since we did not intend to harm the mute monk's soul.

Therefore, unlike the monk Shanjie, whose three souls were forcibly extracted and transformed into a ghost, he was not like that monk.

The mute monk still looked bewildered.

When he saw me, the expression on his face changed instantly.

It was a feeling of sadness, completely different from the ferocity he displayed during the day.

A bad feeling started to creep into my heart.

"I ask, you answer; I'll tell you everything I know."

Ning Jinrou said seriously.

In the bronze mirror, the mute monk slowly nodded.

Ning Jinrou didn't waste any time, pointed at me, and asked, "Are you his father?"

Once this problem is resolved...

A struggle suddenly appeared on the face of the mute monk reflected in the bronze mirror.

After a moment, he nodded stiffly.

Upon seeing this scene, I froze on the spot.

The mute monk was actually my father!!!

I was dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.

This result greatly shocked Ning Jinrou and Yan Jingxia.

As expected, the [Soul-Seeking Compass] never makes a mistake.

That mute monk is my father!

But if the mute monk is my father, then who is the person I've been calling "father" all day?

I eagerly stepped forward and asked, "And who was the person who showed up at home today?"

If you don't understand something, just ask.

My father stared intently at me with his one eye, and I could feel his fear.

He kept shaking his head, pointing at me, then at himself, trying to say something, but he was mute and couldn't speak at all.

However, I could understand what he meant.

He was telling me, "Don't ask, don't inquire!"

But the more this is the case, the more curious I become.

"How did you become like this? What happened?"

I spoke anxiously.

But as soon as I asked that question, the image in the bronze mirror began to distort.

Finally, I saw him urgently and silently say one word to me.

I thought about that word carefully, and it means "escape"!