Wang Yiming initially intended to conduct the ghost-expelling operation outside the villa. The space outside was expansive, providing ample room for maneuvering, and with sunlight present, there was a certain restraint on the ghostly entities.
However, considering the potential impact, he ultimately decided to proceed indoors.
This decision by Wang Yiming couldn't help but make Yang Haoran shake his head. He understood deep down that Wang Yiming probably hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet.
Nevertheless, he didn't say much. Since Wang Yiming had made up his mind, let him proceed as he wished. Besides, Wang Yiming seed to hold so resentnt towards him at the mont, so he wouldn't heed any advice anyway. In that case, why bother speaking up?
As for Ma Ling, whether it was due to lingering effects of alcohol or her daring nature, she appeared extrely indifferent to the situation.
In the villa's living room, a spacious area was cleared as per Wang Yiming's request.
Yang Haoran, Wang Yiming, and Ma Ling stood in this spacious area, while others like the Wu Family mbers, including Guanhai, kept their distance.
It was impossible for them not to feel fear towards this unknown presence, but curiosity also lingered within them alongside that fear. Thus, despite their apprehension, they wished to witness the proceedings firsthand.
Their curiosity overshadowed their fear at this mont, mainly because of the presence of Yang Haoran and the others. Without them, they wouldn't dare to entertain curiosity, as fear would completely engulf them.
At this stage, the abilities of the three individuals and the strength of the ghostly entities within this villa would soon beco apparent.
When Wang Yiming first entered the villa, he was carrying a cloth bag. However, at this mont, he didn't hold the bag anymore; instead, there was a small, delicate cloth pouch hanging from his waist.
This pouch, the size of a fist, was exquisitely crafted, adorned with mysterious runes.
Initially, the bag Wang Yiming carried upon entering the villa was just an ordinary one. However, the one hanging from his waist now wasn't ordinary at all; it was a talisman pouch that only a master of the Fu Sect could possess.
Yang Haoran was familiar with talisman pouches. As the na suggests, they were specifically used to store talismans and were also a symbol of a talisman master's identity.
This pouch was so small and inconspicuous that, even with his clothes covering it, one couldn't tell it was hanging from his waist.
Ma Ling, on the other hand, held a black leather case. She hadn't let go of this case since entering the villa, holding it firmly in her hands.
Yang Haoran didn't know what was inside Ma Ling's case, but judging by her constant hold on it, it must have been important to her.
As for Yang Haoran, his hands were in his pockets. He didn't carry any bags or cases, not even his homade yellow ssenger bag, which he didn't seem to have with him now.
Wang Yiming stood still, forming hand seals and chanting a spell. Suddenly, a surge of power emanated from him.
Sensing this power, Yang Haoran looked sowhat surprised. When Wang Yiming first entered the villa, he hadn't felt any power emanating from him. He had found it strange at the ti, but now it seed that Wang Yiming had sohow concealed his power through so thod, making it undetectable to outsiders.
"I'll use the Manifestation Talisman first to reveal the presence of any ghostly entities. You two, keep an eye on every corner. As soon as you spot one, use the strongest ans to deal with it imdiately!" Wang Yiming said solemnly.
"Why bother with all the trouble? But since you want to play it this way, I'll go along with it," Ma Ling said nonchalantly, holding the black leather case.
Yang Haoran didn't say anything. He took his hands out of his pockets and lightly twirled the ring on his left pinky finger with his right hand before nodding to Wang Yiming with a smile.
The ring on Yang Haoran's left pinky finger held a mysterious quality if one were to look closely at it from a close distance. This quality was embodied in the gemstone embedded in it.
With responses from Yang Haoran and Ma Ling, Wang Yiming didn't waste any ti. He waved his right hand from his waist, and between his two fingers appeared a talisman, firmly held.
It was a yellow talisman with runes drawn on it. As Wang Yiming held it between his fingers, only a part of it was visible.
This talisman was most likely the Manifestation Talisman Wang Yiming had just ntioned.
With a flick of his wrist, the talisman between Wang Yiming's fingers ignited on its own. He released his grip, and the talisman hung in the air, not falling to the ground despite his fingers letting go, still burning.
Seeing this scene, the mbers of the Wu Family widened their eyes. While the Wu Family may have been wealthy, none of them possessed such abilities. This special technique was indeed captivating to them.
Guanhai, on the other hand, was less surprised. Having witnessed Yang Haoran's hand emitting black smoke and the ghost eye, the self-ignition of the talisman didn't astonish him much.
However, in the blink of an eye, the talisman turned to ashes, and an invisible force burst from it, spreading in all directions. Wherever this force reached, things seed to change slightly.
However, at that mont, Wu Xiaoxiao, who was watching from a distance, suddenly let out a terrified scream!
Her scream startled the other mbers of the Wu Family, causing involuntary shivers to run through their bodies. All of them turned their gaze towards her.
"There! There! There's..."
Wu Xiaoxiao pointed towards the side wall where Yang Haoran and the others stood, her words disjointed, her face pale with fear, and her hand trembling.
Following Wu Xiaoxiao's pointing finger, they saw a human head hanging on the wall. It seed to be a woman's head, with long hair covering her face like a black waterfall cascading downwards.
A sharp, eerie laughter emanated from her mouth, and then, as if each strand of her hair had co to life, it surged towards the direction where Wu Xiaoxiao and the others were!
Wu Xiaoxiao's mother couldn't withstand the shock and fainted on the spot, her eyes rolling back. Though the others weren't as bad off as her mother, they were still quite shaken, especially Master Wu, who found it hard to breathe due to the fright.
Strange incidents had been occurring in the villa these past few days, and they had witnessed terrifying scenes, making them extrely jumpy. Hence, their reactions were so intense at the mont.
Amidst the screams, the Wu Family mbers turned to flee from the scene. However, at that mont, Wang Yiming's voice rang in their ears.
"Don't be afraid! It's an illusion! She can't harm you!"
Normally, the Wu Family mbers would listen to Wang Yiming's words, but now, they were filled with fear, unable to accept anything else. Their instinct was to flee, and they paid no heed to Wang Yiming's words.
Wu Xiaoxiao turned to run but realized her mother was still lying on the ground. She paused for a mont, then hastily grabbed her mother and hoisted her onto her shoulder before running away, her thod rough and straightforward.
At this mont, Ma Ling, who had been standing beside Yang Haoran all along, burped and then threw her black leather case towards the Wu Family mbers.
Ma Ling seed frail, but the reality was quite the opposite. With a swing of her arm, the black leather case shot out like an arrow, landing behind the Wu Family mbers and colliding with the dense strands of hair.
There was no sound, as the strands of hair pierced into the leather case, dissolving into nothingness, just like snow eting the scorching sun, silent and swift.
"Why panic? I've told you it's an illusion. I don't know what you're so afraid of."
Ma Ling's voice reached the ears of the Wu Family mbers. Wu Xiaoxiao, terrified, glanced back and saw that the horrifying strands of hair had been blocked by Ma Ling's black leather case. She hesitated for a mont.
Seeing Wu Xiaoxiao's reaction, the others also turned back. After seeing the situation clearly, they all stopped in their tracks, trembling. While they were terrified, they remained vigilant. If things took a turn for the worse, they would flee again without hesitation.
Thud!
Only at this mont did the black leather case fall from the air. The dense strands of hair disappeared, and the human head hanging on the wall no longer appeared terrifying. It revealed a face.
It was a woman's face, extrely ethereal, looking extrely unreal. Yang Haoran understood this scene; it was the woman's soul, her head protruding from the wall while the rest of her soul remained hidden within it.
"With here, there's nothing to fear. Just enjoy the show, treat it like watching a horror movie," Ma Ling said casually, not taking the opportunity to capture the female ghost. She didn't even glance at the head hanging on the wall but waved her hand instead. The black leather case on the ground flew towards her and was caught steadily in her hand.
"Don't waste ti, let's deal with her first!" Wang Yiming reminded sternly, then uttered a low shout!
"Ghost-Slaying Talisman!"
With a majestic voice, another talisman appeared between Wang Yiming's empty fingers.
This ti, the talisman he took out wasn't the Manifestation Talisman he had used earlier to reveal the presence of ghostly entities, but a Ghost-Slaying Talisman with powerful destructive capabilities!
The Ghost-Slaying Talisman didn't ignite but stood between Wang Yiming's fingers like a piece of iron.
Wang Yiming wanted to use the Ghost-Slaying Talisman to severely damage the female ghost. However, before he could use the talisman, the head of the female ghost retreated into the wall. However, before disappearing, her gaze fell on Yang Haoran.
Yes, she didn't look at Ma Ling or Wang Yiming but at Yang Haoran, and she even showed a sinister smile.
That smile seed to indicate hunger, like a wolf eyeing its prey!
"Uncle, she seems to like the Yin Qi on your body. You better stick with , and I'll make sure you're safe," Ma Ling teased Yang Haoran with a smile.
At this mont, Yang Haoran was also puzzled. His body had a heavy Yin Qi because he was from the Yin Division. However, it was precisely because he was from the Yin Division that all the ghosts he encountered during this period were extrely afraid of him. Many ghosts even avoided him from a distance upon sensing his presence.
But just now, that ghost didn't seem to fear him. That smile and expression made it seem like she regarded him as food.
This ghost was indeed different. Not only was her strength far superior to all the ghosts Yang Haoran had subdued during this period, but she also had much more courage!
"Are you here to solve problems or to chat?"
Wang Yiming put away the Ghost-Slaying Talisman and looked displeased as he glanced at Yang Haoran and Ma Ling.
At this mont, Wang Yiming was a bit angry.
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