kvmb Chapter 471 Ghost Catcher 32
Chapter 471 Ghost Catcher 32
The attack failed, and Fang Jie became even more ferocious. He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, "Puff!"
A mouthful of heart essence and blood containing strong evil power and extremely foul odor mixed with the blood on the tip of the tongue sprayed into the air, instantly turning into a large rolling filthy blood mist, as thick as a living thing, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound.
"The underworld of Tibet, the blood corpse master! Command!" He inserted his hands into the floor like claws!
Accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other and the surging sound of earth, seven hideous monsters with their skins peeled off and their flesh and blood blurred actually crawled out from under the concrete ground!
Their muscles are knotted, their blood vessels are exposed, pale bone spurs grow on their joints, their empty eye sockets are burning with ghostly green fire, and they emit a disgusting smell of decayed corpses and a deep bloody resentment!
It is the secret blood corpse magic from Nanyang!
"Roar!" The seven blood corpses roared inhumanly at the same time, accompanied by a fierce bloody wind. They were like seven red blood shadows, pouncing, grabbing, and bumping, and came to attack Yun Chu from all directions with a crushing force!
The rotten corpse claws grabbed her head and heart, and the fangs dripping with blood bit her limbs. The air was filled with suffocating despair!
"You dare show off your mere tricks in front of an expert?" Yun Chu scoffed coldly at this hellish scene. The rage in his eyes transformed into utter focus and majesty.
"My feet are on the nine stars, and my sword draws the power of heaven!" She shouted!
In an instant, her steps became extremely mysterious, as if she was stepping on the invisible Big Dipper. Her figure suddenly became blurred, as if she was flashing and moving in a small space!
The strong wind created a fierce cyclone in the basement!
With every step he took, a faint starlight mark bloomed on the soles of his feet, just enough to avoid the blood corpse's fatal attack and guide their movements to interfere with each other.
At the same time, she raised the peach wood sword in her hand high above her head!
The purple energy on the sword body surged wildly, humming and vibrating, making a clear sound like the roar of a dragon and a tiger!
A vast, majestic, and dignified aura rose from her body and briefly broke through the evil and filth in the basement!
"Thunder Spirit, obey my command - kill the evil!" Yun Chu pointed his sword at the dome, his voice like the law of heaven!
“Crack! Crack!!!!”
There was a loud bang that shook the earth, as if the void was torn apart!
A dazzling purple lightning column, ignoring the obstacles of layers of steel and concrete, fell from the sky!
It instantly pierced through the ceiling of the morgue and slammed into the center of the encirclement of blood corpses with incredible precision!
That lightning flash was bright enough to blind a human! It was blazing, violent, and contained the most masculine and masculine power in the universe to destroy evil! Wherever it passed, tainted blood evaporated, and evil spirits were annihilated!
The lightning column suddenly exploded among the group of bloody corpses!
"Boom——!!!"
The dazzling electric light completely engulfed the basement!
The seven bloody corpses, like wax figures thrown into a steel furnace, let out horrifying howls. Their flesh and blood instantly carbonized, charred, and exploded under the thunder! Bone fragments and blood mist splattered all over the sky!
The powerful shock wave swept through the entire morgue like a hurricane. The remaining tiles on the wall cracked and peeled off, and the morgue beds that had been covered in dust for many years were overturned and twisted!
The huge evil formation that carried all of Fang Jie's hopes for survival was ruthlessly crushed by the aftermath of this overbearing divine power!
The scarlet light wailed in despair, and the array patterns broke and disintegrated inch by inch! The black talismans surrounding the unconscious girl at the center of the array quickly dimmed and dissipated.
Fang Jie, who was kneeling at the center of the explosion, felt like he was hit head-on by a battering ram!
His withered body was like a tattered doll, screaming as it was blown away by the violent impact, and slammed heavily into the concrete wall behind it in a twisted posture!
He smashed a radiating spider-web-like crack in the wall, and his whole body was embedded in it. Blood gushed out of his mouth, his chest collapsed, and there were charred electric marks on his body. He slid to the ground twitching, and his breath instantly became extremely weak.
His hunched body was like a pile of burnt rags piled in the corner, with only his heavy breathing and extremely resentful eyes staring at the figure standing with a sword.
The life-extending formation completely collapsed!
"I will destroy your cultivation and make you atone for your sins for the rest of your life." Yun Chu pointed his sword at his dantian, and the purple light crushed the evil meridians.
Fang Jie curled up like a defeated dog, and even as the police put shackles on him, he was still cursing: "Evil ghost... I will tear you to pieces..."
Two days later, the guards discovered something unusual: the temperature in cell No. 4 had plummeted to freezing point.
In the surveillance video, Fang Jie huddled in the corner, his pupils widening: "Don't come over! Lin Chao! The three hundred people in Chenjia Village—Ah!!!"
Seven dark shadows seeped out from the wall—
A pregnant woman with an empty abdomen, a child with a charred body... Resentment condensed into a black hand, dissecting Fang Jie's heart alive! When the body fell to the ground, blood words snaked on the wall:
"The hatred is only resolved when a sharp knife is pierced through the throat, and only when it is cooked in oil and burned in fire does it subside."
The final report read "acute myocardial infarction." Yun Chu gathered a trace of ghost energy in the morgue and sighed softly, "Master, the debt is paid."
New buds suddenly sprouted from the dead tree outside the window, and thirteen years of heavy snow finally melted into spring mud.
In the chilly February of spring, Yun Chu burned her last stack of paper money in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple on the southern slopes. As the mountain wind blew the ashes skyward, she reached up and split the rusted copper lock, revealing the mottled characters "Xuanqing Temple" on the plaque.
"From today on, this place will be called Tianchao Gate." With a lingering ghostly aura, she carved the new name on the plaque. Stone chips rustled down, startling a nest of young swallows from beneath the eaves.
The first person to enter the mountain gate was Liu Qingyan.
The second person to enter the mountain gate was a young girl in a blue cloth shirt. It was a rainy day, and Zhong Qianqiu knelt on the bluestone steps, the white velvet flower in his hair soaked and rotten by the rain—exactly like Yun Chu kneeling before his master's spirit thirteen years ago.
"Why are you looking for me?" Yun Chu leaned over with an umbrella.
"The night you cut open Fang Jie's heart, I saw it through the morgue window." The girl looked up, a dark fire burning in her pupils. "My mother also jumped from a building because of him. The case report said... depression."
Yun Chu's umbrella was tilted three inches, shielding her from the wind and rain.
Tianchaomen doesn't enshrine the Three Pure Ones. Instead, a rusty scalpel hangs in the main hall, beneath which lies Fang Jie's case report. On the first day of every month, Yun Chu leads his disciples in polishing this "treasure of the sect," recounting how, back in the day, the forensic doctor's office used silver needles to extract ghost energy from myocardial biopsies.
Zhong Qianqiu was the fastest learner. She was gifted with a pair of "yin-yang hands," capable of grasping the vital points of vengeful spirits through the flesh of living people. Once, while helping to liberate the spirit of a woman who had died in childbirth, she even hummed the summoning tune, uninstructed—the very same Xiangxi Nuo opera that Master Yunchu had often sung during his lifetime.
On the winter solstice of 2004, Yun Chu threw the master's jade seal to Liu Qingyan. The jade seal was missing a corner, where the master was hit by the baton of Fang Jie's men when he tried to protect her.
"Big Sister!" The newly recruited apprentice just cried out when Liu Qingyan put a scalpel to his throat. "The rules of the Tianchao Sect—" She lightly raised the tip of the knife and cut open the recorder hidden in his collar. "The living are better at lying than the dead."
Snow was falling outside the window again. Yun Chu leaned against the withered plum tree and chuckled softly. New branches had already sprouted from within the trunk, but outsiders could not see them.
Yun Chu lived to be ninety-six years old in this world.
Yun Chu spent his entire life catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, and saved many lives.
When she died, all the people she had saved (her descendants) came to pay tribute to her.