“Hey hey… even if I have bad luck, it shouldn't be this bad…” Feng Bujue's first reaction was, "Could it be that this lamp just happened to break down at this moment?" And his second reaction was, "Or… the battery just ran out the instant I turned off the light?"

"Uh… ah…"

While Brother Jue was still puzzling over why the lamp wasn't working, the evil spirit within the pupa was already moaning softly… and tearing the large pupa open.

Hearing the noise, Feng Bujue turned around and retreated to the metal door. While observing the evil spirit's movements through the camera, he bumped the door twice with his elbow, "Hey! Section Chief Gu! The situation seems a bit off! Any further instructions?"

He waited for several seconds, but no one responded to him…

"This guy really left…" At this point, Feng Bujue broke into a cold sweat.

*Puchi*—

Just then, the sound of fabric tearing rang out.

Feng Bujue turned his head to look and saw that the evil spirit had completely torn the pupa apart and was hanging upside down, unfolding its body.

Its appearance was exceptionally terrifying. Its head resembled several corpses, and its skull was cracked, with strands of foul-smelling corpse oil dripping from the opening… Its torso was shaped like a pea, appearing bloated and obese, while its limbs were thin and bony, as thin as firewood.

"Hmm… this look is quite avant-garde." Feng Bujue held the camera in one hand, aiming it at the target, and simply grabbed the lamp with the other… preparing to use it to hit the opponent.

"Heh heh heh…" When the evil spirit saw Brother Jue, it let out a malicious laugh. After laughing a few times, it flipped over and jumped to the ground, then walked step by step towards Feng Bujue.

"Hah— *spit*!" When the evil spirit approached within two meters, Feng Bujue made his first attempt—spitting at the guy.

By sheer luck… the spit flew right into the opening in the evil spirit's head.

"Hmm?" The evil spirit was clearly stunned for a moment. Two seconds later, it actually spoke, "What are you doing?"

"It can actually talk…" Feng Bujue muttered in a complaining tone.

"Nonsense," the evil spirit replied. "Ghosts were once people, so naturally they can talk." It paused, then asked again, "I'm asking you, what are you doing?"

"I… wanted to see if saliva could destroy you," Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh…" the evil spirit continued, "So, how do you feel after trying?"

"From what I can observe… it doesn't seem to work," Feng Bujue replied.

"Not only does it not work, it's also disgusting, you know?" the evil spirit said sharply.

"Hmm… sorry." Brother Jue thought for a moment, feeling that he was indeed a bit in the wrong, so he apologized. But immediately after, he asked another question, "By the way… since you can talk, I'd like to confirm with you… can boy's urine exorcise ghosts?"

Upon hearing this, the evil spirit actually took two steps back and sized Brother Jue up and down before replying, "Hmm… no."

"Okay." Feng Bujue revealed a hint of disappointment and shrugged.

"Also… I can tell you definitively," the evil spirit added, "someone like you, who hasn't even awakened their spiritual awareness (lingzhi), basically has no chance of surviving from my hands."

"Oh? Can you explain in detail?" Feng Bujue still didn't give up on trying to get information out of the other party.

"No time!" But the evil spirit didn't buy it. As it spoke, it once again pressed forward, "Anyway, once I extract your soul to fill my Dharma body, you'll naturally know."

"Om mani padme hum!" Seeing this, Feng Bujue hurriedly chanted the six-syllable mantra and swung the lamp at the evil spirit.

Over the past few months of training (he had already told v1 how he trained earlier), Feng Bujue's physique had undergone noticeable changes. Although his basic physical fitness still couldn't compare to professional athletes, he was definitely no longer a weak otaku.

Don't underestimate the fact that he's just holding a lamp, but it's still a hard object… if this hit someone's head, it could potentially kill them on the spot.

"Hmph…" However, facing Brother Jue's attack, the evil spirit only responded with a cold laugh.

*Whoosh*—

Sure enough, Brother Jue's full-force strike… missed. Because he used so much force and didn't hit the intended point of impact, he stumbled forward… and the camera in his other hand fell to the ground.

"I… can't touch it…" By the time Feng Bujue realized he couldn't touch the other party, it was already too late.

However, Brother Jue, who had lost his balance, didn't fall to the ground… Leaning forward, he was supported by the evil spirit with one hand, supporting him by the—neck.

"Cough—uh…" The enormous force on his throat instantly turned Brother Jue's face from red to purple.

In the next second, the evil spirit took a big step forward, grabbed Feng Bujue's neck, lifted him high above its head, and slammed him against the wall: "You have quite a lot of courage, but unfortunately… you don't have enough righteousness (zhengqi), and you don't have any spiritual awareness (lingzhi). Invading my ghost realm is your tribulation…"

"Why can he touch me, but I can't touch him…" Even in this situation, Feng Bujue's brain hadn't stopped thinking, "And this guy's grip is too ridiculous… This won't do. My consciousness is starting to blur… Physical escape is obviously not going to work… I need to say something quickly… something to make him waver… I need to get him to let me down… I need to think of a reason to get him to let me down… Feng Bujue… think quickly… before my brain stops functioning due to lack of oxygen… quickly… no… I can't even speak… I…

…Will I die?"

At this moment, Feng Bujue entered a state of extremity, something he had never experienced before (in the real world)… the feeling of being on the verge of death.

"What's going on?" Suddenly, Brother Jue's eyes saw something, "I… I can see…"

Just a few seconds ago, his eyes were still pitch black. Even if there was still a bit of light in the room, having lost the camera, he couldn't see the spiritual entity…

But at this instant, he clearly saw everything in the darkness…

The walls covered in talismans, the torn pupa, the corpse oil dripping on the ground, and… the evil spirit in front of him.

*Smack*—

It's unclear where Brother Jue got the strength from, but he once again grabbed the lamp (which he had been holding in his hand all along) and smashed it against the side of the evil spirit's face.

"Ah…" This time, the evil spirit was hit squarely. It cried out in pain and instinctively released the hand that was strangling him.

Feng Bujue was finally freed from the other party's grip… When his feet landed on the ground, blood rushed to his head, making him feel dizzy and about to fall.

But… he ultimately didn't fall. After a series of rapid breaths and coughs, he successfully stabilized himself.

"You…" The evil spirit, who had retreated three meters away, had a slight change in expression, "So you do have spiritual awareness (lingzhi)…"

"Heh…" Feng Bujue laughed. That evil, crazy smile that made people (ghosts) shudder once again returned to his face, "Although I'm not quite sure what spiritual awareness (lingzhi) is, I know… at this moment, I can see my surroundings clearly, and I can touch you."

"Oh? So he just awakened it…" the evil spirit thought to himself.

Thinking of this, it regained some confidence and said to Brother Jue with a sinister smile, "Heh heh… Do you think that just because you can see and touch me, you can beat me?"

"From what I can observe, your strength is indeed a bit stronger than the average human's," Feng Bujue replied calmly, "But in terms of speed, I have the advantage. Furthermore… your physique doesn't seem suitable for combat. I imagine that in the ghost realm… you're just a small fry who can only kill those without spiritual awareness (lingzhi)."

"Hmph! You little brat… how dare you speak so arrogantly!" The evil spirit was clearly touched on a sore spot by Brother Jue, so it became enraged. It immediately roared and lunged at Brother Jue.

"A small fry is just a small fry…" Feng Bujue's face was calm as water as he calmly bent over and moved… with a flash of his body, he reached the side of the other party, "With a little provocation, you immediately made such a stupid attack that anyone could see through…"

In that split second, Brother Jue pushed with his hand and tripped with his foot, using the evil spirit's own force to push it to the ground.

"How dare you…" After falling face-first into the dirt, the evil spirit was even more enraged. It immediately rolled halfway on the ground, preparing to sit up and fight the other party for three hundred rounds.

Unexpectedly…

Just as it turned its face around, before it could even bend over, a metal folding chair came swinging towards its face.

*Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack*—

"Mother loving garbage dump… Dare to choke me! Looking for death! Bastard…" Feng Bujue grabbed the back of the chair with both hands and repeatedly hit the evil spirit with extremely high frequency and force. With each hit, he muttered a curse, which echoed the sounds of the impacts…

"You… this… ah…" The evil spirit was beaten to the point where it couldn't get up. Before long, it adopted a posture of hugging its head and curling up, screaming miserably.

As for Feng Bujue… even though he saw his opponent showing weakness, he showed no sign of stopping, beating away with great enjoyment.

*Squeak*—

At this moment, the room's metal door was pushed open from the outside, and the light from the corridor shone in.

"Alright, come out when you're done hitting." Gu Chen's figure reappeared in the doorway.

With his appearance, the cold feeling in the room suddenly disappeared… and the evil spirit vanished into the light.

"Haa… haa…" Seeing this, Feng Bujue put down the chair and took a few breaths. After catching his breath, he glared at Gu Chen in the doorway and said, "You came just in time…"

He only said half a sentence before grabbing the chair again, rushing forward, and swinging it at Gu Chen in the doorway.

However… in the next second, Feng Bujue only felt a flash of red light before his eyes.

Then, he heard a "ding ding clang clang…" sound.

When he came back to his senses, the metal folding chair in his hand had been reduced to dozens of finger-sized iron tubes and parts, which were falling to the ground. Upon closer inspection… he could see that the edges of these fragments were all very neat, as if they had been cut open by a sharp blade…

"Come, let's talk somewhere else." Gu Chen's expression and tone… were as if nothing had happened. He continued from where he left off, "Come with me." As he spoke, he put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk forward.

"Uh…" Feng Bujue stood there for five seconds, the two iron tubes in his hand also falling to the ground, "Okay…" Then, he followed.