A man and a ghost stared at each other, both bewildered.
Such close proximity meant they were either lovers or mortal enemies.
No, that wasn't right.
The冥鬼 suddenly realized the young man's short sword was gone.
What was he waiting for? He should strike him down.
Just as he was about to act, Yu Daohan was a step ahead. He raised his left hand to cover the ghost's eyes and cursed, "What the hell are you looking at? Haven't you seen anyone this handsome? Stop staring."
The surrounding air fell silent.
The冥鬼's face was a mixture of confusion and anger.
This was an outrageous insult.
Just as the冥鬼 was about to attack, Yu Daohan grinned and shouted, "I'm an idiot!"
His words shocked all the surrounding little ghosts.
In all their years as ghosts, they had never heard anyone shout that they were an idiot.
Good heavens… amazing.
"Enough!"
The冥鬼's ghostly aura surged. Whether this person was genuinely foolish or faking it, he had to be eliminated!
Seeing this, Yu Daohan's tattooed eye on his palm showed no reaction, and his face turned grim.
Damn it, was He Xin playing him?
At such close range, there wasn't enough time to condense the reincarnation blood tear short sword.
He was going to die… going to die…
Damn it, this girl was going to get him killed!
Yu Daohan despaired, shouting repeatedly, "I'm an idiot… I'm an idiot… I'm an idiot… I—am—an—i—di—ot."
As Yu Daohan uttered the last word, his left arm suddenly bulged with veins, and an unknown power surged from within him towards the tattooed eye on his palm.
The冥鬼 also felt the terrifying aura emanating from Yu Daohan's palm and retreated rapidly, but it was too late.
The tattooed eye on Yu Daohan's palm suddenly unleashed a suction force, pulling the entire冥鬼 into his palm.
The surrounding little ghosts watched the sudden turn of events, stunned into silence.
Even Yu Daohan was bewildered, but he quickly recovered, looking at the surrounding little ghosts with a villainous smirk, "Hungry, I haven't eaten enough yet."
Seeing Yu Daohan's expression, as if he were about to devour ghosts, the evil spirits turned and fled in terror.
They had only ever heard of ghosts eating people, never people eating ghosts.
Help! Humans are eating ghosts!
Only when all the evil spirits had fled did Yu Daohan's pounding heart finally calm down.
He was scared to death; he almost went to the underworld to play mahjong with Old Huo.
"Damn it, how unreliable is this He Xin," Yu Daohan grumbled, but he was also somewhat surprised.
He hadn't expected this tattooed eye to be so powerful, easily dealing with a冥鬼 with a simple "I'm an idiot."
But then again, why set the activation phrase to "I'm an idiot"? How was he supposed to use it when there were many people around?
Did he still want to save face?
Yu Daohan recalled the moment the reincarnation blood tear short sword disappeared and fell into thought.
During the previous battle, the reincarnation blood tear short sword had indeed become increasingly transparent.
Could it be that he had used too much force, pushing it to its limit?
This hadn't happened the last time he unleashed the reincarnation blood tear short sword against the fox spirit in the mountain god temple.
Last time, when the reincarnation blood tear short sword reached a certain degree of transparency, it would dissipate into steam and vanish.
Yu Daohan now felt his left hand filled with power.
This power was still growing.
As long as he channeled the power of this arm, he could use the power of the ghost horns.
"Right, how is Xiao Fuzi doing?" Yu Daohan suddenly remembered Zhou Fu and started to follow him.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and then immediately knelt on the ground, his stomach churning, veins bulging all over his body, two ghostly horns faintly visible on his forehead, and his eyes turning blood red.
"Damn it, did I eat too much?" Yu Daohan cursed, clutching his chest.
He knew this guy was unreliable.
Was he going to explode like that idiot?
Just as he was worrying, the surging power suddenly subsided, and his body slowly returned to normal.
Yu Daohan breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he hadn't exploded.
Meanwhile, Terry ran towards the camp, not daring to slow down.
Zhou Fu pursued him closely but couldn't catch up.
Outside the nursing home, Chen Yan looked at the encirclement with a bitter expression.
He knew Terry wouldn't make it back alive.
Just as he was about to turn back, he saw a figure run out of the encirclement, panting, and shouting, "Uncle, save me! Uncle, save me!"
Chen Yan looked closely and realized the figure running towards him was Terry.
Closely following behind, another figure emerged from the encirclement, wielding a short sword and charging towards Terry.
Chen Yan was puzzled.
With Master Yu's strength, he shouldn't have been unable to handle Terry.
Chen Yan looked again and realized the figure was not Yu Daohan but his disciple, Zhou Fu.
Terry reached Chen Yan, a smile on his face, as if he had found a savior. "Uncle, save me! That kid wants to kill me."
Chen Yan feigned ignorance, "What exactly happened?"
Terry clung to Chen Yan's leg and explained, "Uncle, Yu Daohan broke his promise and is letting his disciple take revenge on me."
Chen Yan's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but it quickly vanished. He frowned and asked, "Did you not see Yu Daohan?"
Terry shook his head and truthfully replied, "No, this kid has been chasing me the whole time, but Yu Daohan must have instructed him, otherwise, he wouldn't act on his own."
A cruel glint flashed across Chen Yan's face as he said coldly, "So, Yu Daohan didn't come."
At this moment, an idea formed in his mind: if he killed this Zhou Fu and let Terry escape to a place Yu Daohan couldn't find, that would be a solution.
Zhou Fu, twenty meters away, saw Chen Yan from afar and stopped his pursuit to observe Chen Yan's intentions.
Chen Yan hesitated, contemplating whether to eliminate Zhou Fu and let Terry escape to a place Yu Daohan couldn't find.
The risk was great, but it could save his nephew's life.
If he could kill Zhou Fu with one blow and throw the body into the encirclement to feed the evil spirits, Yu Daohan wouldn't find out.
But if he let this Zhou Fu escape, the entire Zouyin Sect would have to bear Yu Daohan's wrath.
However, he was ten-tenths confident he could take down Zhou Fu.
Chen Yan turned to Terry beside him and asked with a serious expression, "Are you sure Yu Daohan didn't follow you?"
Although Terry didn't understand why his uncle was asking this, he nodded affirmatively, "Uncle, I am one hundred percent sure Yu Daohan is not following me."
"Come!"
Upon receiving the affirmative answer, Chen Yan made up his mind.
He would take Zhou Fu's life to save his nephew.
Zhou Fu, standing not far away, watched the two vigilantly. If they made any move, he would turn and run.
He would find his master to deal with them.