Chapter 138 Kneel

The paper figure’s mouth couldn’t move, but it emitted a terrified sound, "How did you see what was behind you?"

Feng Ruoxing laughed, "I don't have eyes in the back of my head, but I'm not deaf. You covered Chen Xiaobao's mouth, but his hands and feet can move. I can hear every movement he makes behind me clearly."

Feng Ruoxing gently adjusted the sword's edge, "Release Chen Xiaobao, and I can let you reincarnate."

"You step back!" the paper figure shrieked, "Otherwise, I'll…"

Before the paper figure could finish speaking, Ye Yang's second sword had already howled through the sky, and the locust tree on the right was uprooted, the bones under the tree shattered by another strike.

The paper figure wanted to beg for mercy, but Ye Yang didn't give him another chance. Before the words were out, it was engulfed in raging flames.

The burning paper figure fell to the ground behind Chen Xiaobao. Chen Xiaobao screamed and lunged into Feng Ruoxing's arms. Before he could get close, Feng Ruoxing stopped him a meter away with a single finger to his forehead.

Chen Xiaobao, finally catching his breath, his face flushed red, "What are you doing? Can't you just…"

Feng Ruoxing said coldly, "Can't I what? Can't I comfort you, or can't I hug you? Listen clearly, I'm a warlock, not a nanny. I'm not responsible for哄 (hōng - coaxing) children."

"How old are you? Are you still in kindergarten? Ye Yang and Li Po were facing ghosts alone at your age. And you're here looking for comfort? Is all you can do with your life is talk?"

Chen Xiaobao's face turned red with anger, "They faced ghosts alone because they deserved it. Who told them to be warlocks? If you're a warlock, you have to risk your life, take care of clients, and listen to their arrangements. Why are you comparing them to me?"

Feng Ruoxing said coldly, "You still haven't been beaten enough. Let's go. Into the Mountain God Temple."

"Why should I go with you?" Chen Xiaobao shouted, "You should stay and protect me."

Without another word, Feng Ruoxing turned and followed Ye Yang into the Mountain God Temple. Chen Xiaobao shouted several times behind them, but Feng Ruoxing didn't turn back, forcing him to chase after them.

Ye Yang, walking in front, felt his throat tighten as soon as he stepped into the vicinity of the temple, unable to make a sound.

Ye Yang used internal force to transmit his voice, "Warlock Ye Yang comes here, please show yourself."

Ye Yang didn't deliberately control the range of his transmission. His voice was like a booming bell, shaking the surroundings. Dust accumulated on the tiles of the Mountain God Temple cascaded down in the rolling sound waves.

Inside the Mountain God Temple, ghosts cried and wailed. Outside the Mountain God Temple, ghost voices rose from all directions, sounding as if countless ghosts were swarming towards the Mountain God Temple from the wilderness.

In a short moment, the sound of hands slowly scratching against the wall became as dense as a rainstorm, rising from all sides of the courtyard walls. Those inside the courtyard couldn't see how many ghosts were gathered outside the wall, but they could hear countless vengeful spirits climbing up the walls.

Chen Xiaobao trembled with fear, "Brother Ye, Sister Feng, have you angered the Mountain God? Let's… let's get out of here!"

Feng Ruoxing looked at Chen Xiaobao inexplicably: she and Ye Yang couldn't speak, so how could Chen Xiaobao talk?

Chen Xiaobao finally couldn't hold back, "I heard people say that the Mountain God and Earth God punish those who don't believe in them! You're provoking him like this… what if…"

Before Chen Xiaobao could finish, Ye Yang transmitted his voice again, "Ye Yang is here, show yourself."

Ye Yang's voice was like a tiger roaring in the mountains, his vocal cords howling, and his energy raging. The plaque of the Mountain God Temple, whether shaken by the sound waves or struck by the energy, fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces.

Even as the broken pieces of wood slid across the ground, hundreds of ghostly figures peeked out from behind the courtyard walls, heads with disheveled hair lining the wall, as if the heads of those executed were displayed on the wall.

In the next moment, all the ghosts roared in unison, "Kneel—"

"Kneel—"

"Kneel—"

Waves of ghostly cries pressed down on Ye Yang from all directions, a chilling ghostly aura surging like a raging tide, not only bone-chilling but also soul-stirring.

Ye Yang, holding his long sword diagonally, looked towards the center of the temple gate with a smile that wasn't a smile, completely ignoring the ghosts roaring around him.

Feng Ruoxing was also calm and collected, because they both knew that these ghosts were just putting on a show.

If the ghosts really wanted to fight the warlock to the death, they would approach the warlock as quickly as possible for a desperate attack. Why would they make such a big commotion, letting people know they were climbing the walls outside?

Besides, did ghosts need to climb walls?

The only one who didn't see through the strangeness of the situation was Chen Xiaobao.

Chen Xiaobao was already about to collapse on the ground, clutching Feng Ruoxing's sleeve tightly with both hands, "Brother Ye, Sister Feng, just kneel, they're ghosts!"

"It's not shameful to kneel to the Mountain God. Who wouldn't kneel and kowtow when they see a Mountain God Temple in the mountains?"

"Brother Ye, there are only three of us, we can't beat them! Just kneel! Isn't it just admitting your mistake to the Mountain God?"

Ye Yang suddenly laughed, "Warlocks don't kneel until they die, because, in our eyes, there are only opponents, no gods or demons. Whoever is our opponent, we will kill!"

"A warlock's legs can only be broken, not bent. Make me kneel? You're not worthy!"