Chapter 11 Is Evil Just a Wisp of Yin Qi?

Of course not.

There were far too many kinds of evil to begin with, including spirits, wandering souls, and all sorts of malevolent entities, each with its own origins.

The saying that evil was just a wisp of yin qi only referred to the lowest forms of uncleanliness. These were indeed just wisps of yin qi, unable to cause trouble if they encountered a strong presence of yang qi.

Some might even exist from beginning to end without attracting attention, merely a part of the cycle of yin and yang.

But did this prevent Hu Ma from saying so?

It did not.

Hu Ma was now borrowing this saying, which he had heard from Second Master, to bolster the people's courage.

Since he could not avoid it anyway, instead of letting the evil run rampant here, it was better to strike first and seize the initiative. If the people's courage was strengthened, the vitality of their qi and blood bursting forth at that moment would not be much different from that of the old fire pit ancestral hall.

His decisive action in resolving the little ghost was also to maintain this courage.

With this courage, he could also borrow its momentum to deal with the evil in the village. He would deal with one if he could, and if he encountered a big one, he could run into Lao Yin Mountain without feeling guilty.

And this move was indeed effective. The villagers who followed behind him became bolder, still chanting the rhythmic shouts along with the shop assistants.

Even the four or five people who had been bewitched by the little female ghost were pulled into the crowd, heading mightily into the village. But they had only rushed in for a short while when they saw two people standing ahead, hanging a belt on a Chinese parasol tree.

Even with so many people arriving, they seemed not to see them, but only focused on tying the belt securely before trying to put their heads through the noose.

Suddenly seeing this, the villagers felt a slight tremor in their hearts.

But Hu Ma did not give them a chance to be afraid, immediately shouting, "What kind of thing dares to cause trouble!"

"Datong, take people over and chop them down!"

"..."

"Coming!"

Zhou Datong answered loudly, raised the knife in his hand, and rushed towards the tree.

First, he kicked away the two who were about to hang themselves, then chopped at the tree trunk. At this point, he didn't care about the reasons for the hanging, whether there was a hanged ghost on the tree looking for a substitute, or whether this old tree had become a spirit and was causing trouble; he just chopped at the tree directly.

"Chop, chop, chop..."

After a few chops, the tree trunk trembled, and the leaves fell rustling, as if something was struggling.

"Whoosh!"

But before the old tree could struggle, a bucket of boy's urine was poured on the tree.

Immediately, Zhao Zhu rushed up, thrusting a manure fork imbued with magic into the tree, and shouted, "Keep chopping!"

The tree immediately became docile, and then more villagers rushed up to help, knocking it down with all hands and feet. Then they continued to rush inside, this surge of vitality causing some of the wandering yin and filth in the village to dare not approach.

And in this process, one told ten, and ten told a hundred, and more and more strong laborers, hearing the news, came to help.

Hu Ma led the people straight to the Zhao family's mourning hall.

Under this momentum, the ghost wall they had encountered earlier did not appear, and they rushed directly to the front of the mourning hall.

It was unknown what was hidden here, but as if sensing a threat, it suddenly began to squeak and howl.

The pig's head on the table shouted with all its might, the dolls in the steamer cried incessantly, and the tables and chairs collided and crashed, as if there was a major earthquake.

"Bang!"

While the tables and chairs collided randomly, Hu Ma acted even more decisively than them.

Striding forward, he kicked out with all his strength, sending a table flying out, smashing the second table, and then the third. The entire mourning hall was smashed to pieces by the tables he kicked out.

Strips of white cloth and straw fell down, making the sound of the tables and chairs shaking earlier seem insignificant.

"Swish!"

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the pig's head on the iron hook.

The pig was screaming miserably, and actually bit towards Hu Ma's palm, but Hu Ma did not dodge or evade, letting it bite his palm. Instead, he squeezed his fingers together, directly crushing the pig's jaw, and then threw it behind him: "Datong, catch."

"Okay..."

Zhou Datong was still limping, but suddenly jumped up, caught the pig's head, and spat a mouthful of yang qi towards the pig's mouth.

Suddenly, the screaming pig's head became silent, as if the thing attached to it had run away.

"?"

Hu Ma was stunned for a moment: He had originally wanted Zhou Datong to throw it into the dung pit, but this kid actually kissed it?

He found it funny in his heart, but of course now was not the time to focus on details; the point was this momentum.

He still strode forward, kicking the stove and steamer with countless crying children into pieces with one foot. The steamed buns inside rolled all over the ground, and were trampled by the shop assistants and villagers who followed, and no longer made the sound of children crying.

It was just that those were, after all, rare white flour buns, which was really a pity...

After tearing these down, they had already reached the Zhao family's courtyard gate. At this time, the people behind them also saw the coffin inside, and the villagers who were facing the coffin and kowtowing non-stop, all with blood on their faces and a bizarre appearance.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

As if also impacted by the powerful vitality that Hu Ma had brought over, the thing in the coffin suddenly changed.

The coffin shook randomly, and suddenly stood upright.

The old man Zhao inside still had that strange smile on his face, but his eyes, which seemed closed but not, now suddenly opened, looking coldly at the people who had broken in.

The villagers who had been kowtowing to it non-stop also suddenly stood up straight, their bloody faces looking outside.

This scene was ghostly and terrifying, like a nightmare.

Even the bravest person, stared at by this gaze, would probably immediately soften their legs.

But Hu Ma was prepared. He could not let the people have a chance to be afraid. When the coffin stood upright, he had already taken a step forward, raised his hands, pressed them between his chest and ribs, and suddenly there were gurgling sounds in his body. He suddenly uttered a thunderous roar:

"Ha!"

This loud roar, spoken in a deep voice, seemed to originate from within his body, like a toad's croak, yet also like thunder.

The sound reverberated, as if it had a kind of righteous meaning to ward off evil spirits, instantly suppressing the surrounding disturbing sounds. Even the neighbors who were closer to him were shaken by it.

Inside the courtyard, those villagers who had been kowtowing with blood on their faces were simultaneously shaken by this roar, their spirits startled and confused. Their sinister expressions were temporarily scattered, and they all looked somewhat like they were waking up from a dream.

Only the coffin shook violently, its evil qi suppressed, but about to surge up again immediately.

But after a roar, Hu Ma had already sprung his legs violently, the powerful physical strength of the watchman exploding, instantly rushing out two or three zhang, and directly pounced in front of the coffin.

"Crack!"

Hu Ma grabbed the neck of the old man Zhao in the coffin, directly breaking the coffin and pushing him forward quickly.

Until he slammed his cold, stiff body heavily against the wall of their main room.

"Pfft!"

First, he sprayed a mouthful of blood yang arrow on his face, and then the redwood sword, infused with fire, pierced straight into his heart.

Not giving it a chance to cause trouble at all.

There was no other way, the watchman had no other skills, just fortitude.

If other methods were used, he would have to probe the bottom line and find the key before solving the problem here, but Hu Ma did not have time to probe the bottom line. At this time, he simply chose the hard-hitting approach that the watchman was best at.

I don't care how you're causing trouble, I'll destroy you first, and then see what other abilities you have.

"Ah yo..."

Hu Ma's redwood sword pierced into the old man Zhao's stiff heart, and suddenly a burst of flames swept over. The old man Zhao's body actually struggled like a living thing, but even with the redwood sword piercing his heart, he twitched his limbs and opened his mouth to bite randomly.

But Hu Ma grabbed his neck, forcibly pressing him down, not letting him move, and not allowing the corpse qi on his body to shake the watchman in the slightest.

This method of handling was of course extremely efficient, but it startled Zhou Datong and the villagers behind him.

Just now, the coffin suddenly stood upright, and the people in the courtyard turned their heads to look over at the same time. In a glimpse, twisted and strange, they almost lost their courage.

But before they could really be afraid, they saw Hu Ma rushing up, acting extremely decisively and heavily, looking even more terrifying than the old man Zhao in the coffin.

For a moment, they were confused: "The one on my side is more scary, so do I need to be afraid?"

"Don't be dazed!"

Also in this moment of distraction, Hu Ma had already turned his head and shouted at them: "Tie up the people in the yard."

"Wake them up, and if they can't be woken up, slap them in the face. If they still can't be woken up, just pour them with dung!"

"..."

This shout also reminded Zhou Datong and others, who rushed forward in a panic. The villagers in the courtyard were also a little slow to react because Hu Ma had just scattered the evil qi.

At this time, just as one confused person, with blood on his forehead, was about to pounce over and tear at the people who had rushed in, he was knocked back by Zhou Datong with one shoulder, and then a group of people squeezed in, pressing them down with all hands and feet.

There were strength in numbers, and some could not get in, and some could not get out, and someone shouted, and the earthen wall was pushed down by him.

The villagers who had been kowtowing in the courtyard for a long time were unconscious and also had some ferocity.

But the old man Zhao had now been burned by Hu Ma to only a skeleton, and they were also muddled, and plus they were squeezed together, unable to free their hands and feet.

Before they could react, they were grabbed out by the villagers outside, pressed to the ground, and beaten head and face.

Those with ropes directly tied them up with ropes. If there were not enough ropes, they were directly thrown into the dung pit.

For a time, the entire courtyard was filled with stench, and even the yin qi in the village seemed to have been diluted a lot.

Seeing that the crops in this village would be reduced tomorrow, and there would not be enough fertilizer.

But the effect was also obvious. The haunting that had affected half the villagers was actually solved by them in such a chaotic way.

Of course, there were many bumps and bruises, but after rounding up and counting, it seemed that not many lives had been lost...

Before Hu Ma could figure it out, he saw someone running over from afar in a panic. Everyone was shocked, but they saw that they were a few panicked people from the neighboring village:

"It's not good, please save us, Little Master. Our village is being haunted in broad daylight..."

"..."

Another shouted: "The children in the village have been possessed by a spirit, and they are crying so hard their eyeballs are about to fall out..."

Before the shout had died down, someone else ran over in a hurry: "It's too scary, the rats are all crawling out of their holes, and they're going to eat people..."

(End of Chapter)