Chapter 1 A Formidable Evil

Not only was the Zhou family completely unaware, but Hu Ma himself was also in the dark when he first entered the Yin realm.

Originally, he was just a standard New Year's Eve watcher, albeit with profound methods and a solid foundation. Yet, in just a few days, he had already defeated the Zhou family's Fourth Miss, swallowed the jade bottle in her hand, and his confidence had soared.

Then, under the guidance of Senior Longjing, he enjoyed so much Zi Taisui (purple spiritual fungus). The benefits were immense.

These Zi Taisui were genuine; the Zhang family wouldn't dare to use fake ones to deceive Longjing-xiansheng, lest he refuse to cooperate with them in luring other evil entities.

Of course, another reason was that the Zi Taisui came from the Meng family, so the Zhang family didn't care.

After consuming so much Zi Taisui, could he be considered to have ascended the bridge?

Hu Ma didn't really care anymore. With the blessing of so much Zi Taisui, his two and a half incense sticks of life had turned purple. His natal spiritual temple was more powerful than ever before. He felt that the gap between entering the Yin realm and ascending the bridge had become seriously blurred.

With such a foundation, plus this solid ground beneath his feet, how powerful could he be now? Hu Ma couldn't say, but he felt that even if there were twice as many ant-like little ghosts, they wouldn't be a match.

"What a fiend!"

At the same moment, seeing Hu Ma facing the rolling Yin souls without taking a step back, his Dharma form blocking thousands of evil ghosts, the leaders of the Meng and Zhang families wore grave expressions. "Only an evil spirit grown in hell could possess such abilities!"

"Fortunately, he's using cheap little ghosts..."

The Meng family's master narrowed his eyes, staring at the ground beneath Hu Ma's feet. He said grimly, "His abilities are certainly not weak, but he's not difficult to deal with. The tricky part is the ground beneath his feet."

"Evil spirits are indeed fiendish. My Meng family has painstakingly spent so many years, and used so much Zi Taisui, to create such a blessed land in this City of Wrongful Deaths. Yet, after just a few steps, that evil spirit has turned it into their own."

"Third Master, make your move and break his spell. As long as that watcher leaves that ground, I'll capture that child for you with a wave of my hand."

"..."

"This..."

At this point, the Zhang family master hesitated. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "He's been in my Zhang family for too long. Although we've always been wary, he's learned a lot of things..."

"When it comes to the Ten Gates of Fate Determination, there are few who are more skilled than him!"

"..."

The Meng family's master was somewhat surprised. "Even you can't do it?"

The Zhang family's Third Master looked even more embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "The Zhang family rarely learns spells personally."

Seeing the Meng family's master looking at him strangely, he suddenly sneered and said, "But my Zhang family guards the earth's veins and suppresses the world's fortune. No matter how many capable people there are in the Harm-Head Sect, without the ability to borrow power from the earth's veins, what waves can they make?"

"Your Meng family has many capable people. Since they are already trapped here, what's so difficult about capturing the two of them?"

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At the same time that Hu Ma was single-handedly blocking the invasion of thousands of evil ghosts, Longjing-xiansheng arrived at the altar for summoning deities, and slowly took out three incense sticks, a straw doll, a packet of incense ash, and seven talismans covered with sharp lines from his sleeve.

They were all very ordinary things. For the past twenty years, the Zhang family had been watching him closely, so he probably couldn't get his hands on too many good things.

He raised his head, looked around, and understood everything.

A faint sneer appeared on his face. "So, in order to guard against me, you didn't truly connect to the earth's veins, so you can't borrow the power of the earth's veins on this altar?"

He looked up at the Dharma boat in the dim void ahead, seemingly seeing the shadow of the Zhang family's Third Master. A disdainful sneer appeared on his face. "Nobles, nobles. So-called nobles, that's all you're capable of."

"Coming to this world, all I see are foolish and wicked people, but the skills of this world are admirable. The Harm-Head Sect, understanding heaven and earth, knowing Yin and Yang, is originally a heaven-defying art, an extraordinary skill."

"But in the end, because the ten earth veins are in the hands of the Zhang family, all the harm-heads in the world have to call this group of laymen their ancestors. It's simply the biggest joke in the world..."

"..."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve, and the straw doll on his body suddenly grew bigger and stood up.

Then, he held the three incense sticks, turned around and bowed to the four directions, and inserted them into the altar for summoning deities. With a wave of his hand, he attached a talisman to the straw doll.

"Today, I will show you, Zhang family, the skills of the Harm-Head Sect!"

"..."

As he spoke, he turned around, held the incense ash, and quickly sprinkled a talisman shape on the ground. Then, he faced the straw doll in front of him, or rather, the talisman on the straw doll, raised his hands high, and bowed deeply.

In an instant, countless stones and patterns on the altar for summoning deities began to rotate, releasing wisps of purple energy, faintly spreading in all directions.

"Something's not right!"

Although the Meng and Zhang families above saw that Hu Ma was fierce, actually preventing the rolling Yin ghosts from approaching, they were not flustered. They all knew that the altar for summoning deities was just an empty shell.

But this thought changed abruptly with the changes on the altar for summoning deities. They cried out in alarm, "How can he cast spells?"

"Impossible..."

The Zhang family's Third Master was also shocked at first sight. "The earth's veins haven't been drawn down..."

But before he could finish his sentence, he saw Longjing-xiansheng stand up after bowing, suddenly stepping on the Gang Bu (a Taoist way of walking), writing in the void with his hand. A wisp of purple intent at his fingertips attracted the surrounding resentment and evil energy, which rolled in. The entire City of Wrongful Deaths was shaking.

The City of Wrongful Deaths had no shortage of wronged souls and fierce ghosts. Accumulated over hundreds of years, they were indescribably numerous.

Even if the Meng family borrowed the power of their ancestors, they only managed to open up a living area for themselves to enjoy the blessings here, but they could not truly take the City of Wrongful Deaths as their own.

However, grievances have their source, and debts have their debtors. The wronged ghosts in this City of Wrongful Deaths were usually honest, but now, inexplicably, as Longjing-xiansheng wrote in the void, they gradually awakened.

The unimaginable resentment rolled and surged, instantly gathering towards the altar for summoning deities from all directions.

At the peak of this, Longjing-xiansheng also revealed a sinister look on his face. "The resentful ghosts guard the City of Wrongful Deaths in vain, and their grievances cannot be relieved without dispersing or dying. I am also a wronged ghost, a wronged ghost who has lived for twenty extra years. I will borrow your resentment to open a gap for the resentful ghosts of this City of Wrongful Deaths!"

His voice grew deeper and deeper, and his face was gloomy. When he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve.

The talisman pasted on the head of the straw doll in front of him suddenly burned. It was clearly just a yellow talisman a foot long, but it burned brighter and brighter, with black smoke rolling. The talisman paper gradually burned away, but the sharp lines on it remained.

As he performed spells and incantations on the altar for summoning deities, more and more unwilling resentful ghosts in the entire City of Wrongful Deaths awakened, as if they were all affected by Longjing-xiansheng's spells on the altar, and the repressed pain and grievances within them exploded.

Rumble!

Deep in the City of Wrongful Deaths, countless huge black shadows and evil ghosts were awakened one after another. In the depths of the misty Yin fog, towering ghost shadows bowed to the altar for summoning deities from afar.

Even Hu Ma, who was now being forced to protect him, could not help but turn his head, his face changing greatly for a moment, with a feeling of palpitations.

He also understood that the seven arrows Longjing-xiansheng spoke of were not real arrows, but evil arrows, General's Evil.

Borrowing evil to form arrows, harming people's fate.

But this level of General's Evil was unimaginable. In the world of the living, the more evil a place, the easier it was to form this evil arrow, but in the heavens and on earth, where could there be a place more evil than the City of Wrongful Deaths?

Whoever it shoots dies, no question about it.

"Ah..."

Even the Zhang family's Third Master, who had just been talking harshly on the wooden boat, suddenly turned pale, raised his sleeve to cover his face, fearing that the arrow would come towards him.

But this block was just a futile gesture. On the altar for summoning deities, Longjing-xiansheng waved his sleeve amidst the worship of ten thousand ghosts and the generation of evil energy. In an instant, the black smoke on the talisman, carrying endless resentment, turned into a vague arrow and flew out from the altar for summoning deities.

It flew faster and faster, and an extremely terrifying aura shot straight through the Yin realm, like a sharp arrow, shooting towards the Yang realm.

In this land of the living, in broad daylight, at the intersection of three paths, the Dragon Eye of Bing Province, there was a Zhang family mansion with auspicious atmosphere, ancient and fragrant, surrounded by thousands of acres of land and countless cities and villages.

The lintel hanging above the copper-nailed gate, which had been熏陶by countless incense offerings, suddenly shattered as if it had been impacted by some invisible force. Wood chips flew and fell into the mud.

As if all tangible and intangible forces were gathered at one point, influencing each other.

What appeared to be just a broken lintel also caused the ancestral hall in this ancient mansion, which enshrined countless ancestral tablets, to suddenly shake. The tablets fell one after another, each cracking. Inside the house, water tanks and porcelain all cracked at the same time.

During the daytime, the sound of ghosts crying suddenly rang out. Children under the age of six in the clan, cats, dogs, and livestock all cried and scurried around, becoming fierce, hissing, biting, scratching.

The Zhang family members, no matter what they were doing, all felt a pain in their foreheads, and their expressions were instantly dazed.

When they opened their eyes again, they saw a layer of blood covering the sky and the earth, faintly swaying. They felt that everything had become strange, and the sky seemed to have become lower, about to press down on their faces.

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"Not good..."

At this moment, when ten thousand ghosts were prostrating and an arrow was shot into the Yang realm, and everything was silent, the Zhang family's Third Master in the City of Wrongful Deaths, who had not yet taken his sleeve from his face, suddenly sensed something and cried out in alarm, "He wants to open the sky for the Yin realm!"