Chapter 77: The End

Listening to the mournful suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), and watching the Primordial Heavenly Venerable place the bride's exclusive red veil over her head, the spiritual realm cultivators present felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

On one hand, they couldn't tell whether the core of his technique was the red veil or the device playing the music from his waist pouch.

On the other hand, the combination of a boy, a red veil, and joyous music was just too bizarre.

"This is how it feels to be a groom?" Hengxing Wuji's amber vertical pupils reflected a touch of dazzling red as he mockingly said, "So, you wanted to be my bride, huh? Sorry, I'm not interested in men."

Ignoring the mockery, Zhang Yuanqing calmed his mind and silently sensed the surroundings, waiting for the appearance of the ghost bride.

Seeing that his taunts received no response, Hengxing Wuji's gaze flickered slightly, and he suddenly stomped on the ground, launching a ruthless attack without any sense of fair play.

He didn't know what kind of technique this kid possessed, but he believed in eradicating any risks in advance. Giving the enemy time was equivalent to putting himself in danger.

"Zi zi..." Suddenly, within the loud and high-pitched suona sound, there emerged an electrical noise, as if the signal was being interfered with.

She's here... Zhang Yuanqing sensed the vast and boundless Yin Qi surging from behind him in the void. This made his hairs stand on end, but he didn't dare to turn around.

This feeling was too familiar. On that day at the Golden Water Amusement Park, when the ghost bride appeared, he had the same experience.

The thick Yin Qi enveloped the villa, and the official cultivators present felt their souls trembling. What did he summon? They wondered.

In Hengxing Wuji's field of vision, he saw a large mass of dark mist surging behind the official Night Tour God. It brought with it coldness, eeriness, and fear. Faintly, a ghostly figure dressed in a crimson wedding gown appeared behind the Night Tour God.

"Kacha..." Hengxing Wuji's feet made sharp sounds as he forcefully stopped his steps. An inexplicable fear exploded within him.

Terrifying vengeful spirits, powerful vengeful spirits, invincible vengeful spirits... He sensed the oppressive force of a high-level Yin creature. Following his instincts, Hengxing Wuji turned and ran without any hesitation.

He was a witch doctor, not an illusionist, and lacked the means to deal with spirits.

Especially with such a high-level existence.

Hengxing Wuji rushed towards the main gate, but as soon as he took a step, the gate disappeared, replaced by a pitch-black mist.

In the mist, a strange figure in a red wedding gown appeared, faintly discernible.

This... Hengxing Wuji's scalp tingled. He changed direction and rushed toward the stairs.

However, thick Yin mist surged up the stairs, and amidst the swirling mist, a pair of exquisite feet in embroidered red shoes descended the stairs step by step.

Despair surged in Hengxing Wuji's eyes. In the eyes of the official cultivators, he seemed possessed, sometimes rushing towards the main gate, sometimes towards the window, and sometimes towards the stairs.

But each time, he would be terrified and retreat. His ugly bug-like face twisted in fear, and his amber vertical pupils were restless.

Tang Guoqiang shuddered fiercely. Feeling powerless, he desperately crawled away from Zhang Yuanqing, as if fleeing for his life.

Ghostly phenomenon? Zhang Yuanqing raised his head slightly, using his limited field of view to observe the seemingly insane Hengxing Wuji. He instantly realized that the ghost bride was using an illusion.

He was just thinking about taking advantage of the situation to attack Hengxing Wuji and draw some blood from him when he suddenly found himself unable to move.

"What's going on? The notes didn't say that the red veil would restrict movement..." Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and suspicious, but then he felt something pressed against his back.

It was like a piece of ice, but it had an unusual softness.

Vast Yin Qi surged and entered his body, merging with the Taiyin Qi within him.

The dozing little adorable creature awakened, trembling in fear. Baby Ling had no idea what was happening, but upon waking up, she sensed that she was in great danger.

Finally, Zhang Yuanqing realized he could move again. He took slow steps and walked towards Hengxing Wuji. However, everything was not under his control.

It was the ghost bride manipulating his body.

Guan Ya, Qing Teng, Bai Long, Li Dongze... Everyone's gaze shifted away from Hengxing Wuji and turned towards Zhang Yuanqing, who was slowly walking.

Whether it was an illusion or not, for a moment, they all saw a terrifying ghostly figure closely following behind Yuanqing.

Seeing that ghostly figure, fear welled up in everyone's hearts.

Zhang Yuanqing approached Hengxing Wuji, and through the lower edge of the red veil, he caught a glimpse of a pair of pale and delicate hands reaching out from under the veil and grabbing his hand.

Icy Yin Qi gathered in the palm of his hand, and Zhang Yuanqing watched helplessly as his skin turned dark blue, his arm muscles swelled, and black veins wound around his arm.

His five fingers extended sharp, pitch-black nails.

Those pale and delicate hands guided the ghostly hand, and it clasped Hengxing Wuji's neck.

......

The oppressive mist surrounded them. Ghostly figures dressed in red wedding gowns appeared from all directions, and Hengxing Wuji looked around frantically. He wanted to escape, but there was no way out; every direction had a ghostly figure.

His heart pounded violently, adrenaline surged, but it didn't bring courage; all that remained was extreme fear.

His ferocity, hot temper, ruthlessness, decisiveness—all had disappeared for some reason, leaving only fear, trembling in his heart.

Hengxing Wuji knew he was being influenced somehow, but the despair was that he knew it was abnormal, yet he couldn't change it.

At this moment, the ghostly figures from all directions reached out their hands simultaneously. Beneath their beautiful red wedding gowns were strong, dark blue, and veiny ghostly hands.

Hengxing Wuji had no way to retreat. He watched helplessly as the ghostly hand gripped his throat. In the next moment, the icy Yin Qi invaded his body, rapidly spreading and extinguishing his life force.

......

Zhang Yuanqing looked at Hengxing Wuji under his ghostly claws, and the brilliance in his vertical pupils dimmed little by little, until it finally extinguished.

Within the tall and ugly body, the soul shattered and dissipated rapidly.

Phew, he's dead... Zhang Yuanqing felt relieved. At this moment, he finally confirmed that the battle was over, and there would be no more surprises.

No, there's still a monster with a human head and snake body... Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the ghost bride controlled him to turn around and head towards that snake.

In the next moment, the snake's fierce eyes turned hazy and then ferocious. Its soft and powerless body twisted uneasily.

It was also trapped in the illusion.

Zhang Yuanqing replicated the previous method and grasped the snake's neck, depriving it of life.

However, Zhang Yuanqing noticed that his actions didn't stop, and the ghost bride didn't leave either. Instead, she controlled him to turn around and head towards the official cultivators.

The official cultivators, who had just felt a sense of joy, suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

Zhang Yuanqing sensed the delicate and pale hand lifting his arm, swaying it slightly between Bai Long, Qing Teng, and Guan Ya, hesitating.

After a few seconds, she seemed to make a choice and manipulated Zhang Yuanqing, stepping towards Guan Ya.

"Yuan, Yuan Shi?" Old Siji's face turned pale, and she anxiously moved backward.

She wants to kill Guan Ya? No, stop... Zhang Yuanqing felt anxious, but his body was completely beyond his control.

The ghost bride should have a time limit, but there was no prompt in the props. Zhang Yuanqing had no idea how long she would last. If the effect of the ghost bride wore off while Guan Ya was nearby, she would undoubtedly be in danger.

Seeing Guan Ya getting closer and closer, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts raced, and he suddenly came up with a plan. He transferred the "control" to the little adorable creature inside him.

Inside his body, the little adorable creature finally couldn't bear the pressure and started to cry loudly.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately gained temporary mobility and raised his left hand to pull off the prop covering his head.

The vast Yin Qi quickly retreated into the void, and the ghost bride helplessly returned to the spiritual realm.

At this moment, he was only five or six steps away from Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, feeling weakened again.

Guan Ya's white shirt was soaked with sweat, her hair wet against her cheeks, and her chest heaved up and down.

Feeling the terrifying Yin Qi dissipate, the official cultivators let out a sigh of relief. They were both grateful and joyful, thinking that it was no wonder he could pass two consecutive S-rank Night Tours. Even in the early stages of becoming an official cultivator, he was already extraordinary.

A wooden sprite tremblingly took out pills from the tactical backpack and said, "Take detoxification pills quickly. Although they can't remove the toxins, they can alleviate the symptoms."

"Can you bring them over?"

"I, I can't move..."

Qing Teng, the team captain, frowned, "Who else can move? Go and collect the props upstairs. Right now, we are only experiencing cough paralysis, but we can't be sure that we won't die in the next moment."

Da Ji Ba staggered to his feet, intending to go upstairs, but after a few steps, he fell down, unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing supported his tired body and said, "I'll go."

Bai Long breathed a sigh of relief and weakly smiled, "You're a reliable boy, no, a man."

If you had said this just a few seconds earlier, the ghost bride wouldn't have spared you... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

The mastermind, Li Dongze, prompted, "He should be on the second floor, near the entrance, in the second or third room. Hengxing Wuji had been fighting there, so he should be guarding the prop."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded and unsteadily climbed the stairs.

........

The crowd watched him disappear around the corner of the stairs. Li Dongze raised his wristwatch and smiled, "30 minutes have passed, and the barrier has dissipated. We can make a call for backup now."

Among the official cultivators present, only he cared about elegance and wore a wristwatch. The others checked the time on their phones, which they had switched to flight mode before the capture operation.

At this moment, the living room's door was violently kicked open, and a dozen fully armed official cultivators rushed in one after another. Following behind them was Fu Qingyang in a white suit with a short ponytail, accompanied by Ling Jun, who had a casually dressed appearance.

The support team had arrived? Li Dongze and the others were both surprised and delighted.

Ling Jun's gaze swept over the corpses of the deceased Gu creatures, and he smiled, "It seems like you don't need us anymore. Qian Gongzi, your team captains have impressive combat power."

Fu Qingyang glanced at Guan Ya, who was unharmed, and then at the other captains. A hint of relief softened his stern expression.

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