Wei Yuan's expression was quite embarrassed.

His hands and feet were trembling slightly because of the excessive force he had used earlier, his body was in pain, and every breath he took would cause a struggle between the lying tiger decision and the killing intent inside his body. This ghost king he saw was an enemy that Wei Yuan had never encountered before. At this point in the battle, he was already exhausted.

He sat down on the ground, mentally and physically exhausted, not wanting to move a finger.

At the moment when the ghost creature completely disappeared, the lying tiger waist badge trembled softly.

Words flowed in the spiritual platform, indicating the merits obtained.

Perhaps because Wei Yuan had only made the final blow, the merits were not as many as he had imagined, but they were not few either. Combined with the demons he killed when stealing the feather garment earlier, he barely reached a hundred merits. Killing a small ghost earlier was only worth two or three merits, and Qiuniang had dissipated her resentment on her own, leaving only seven merits.

This was already a rare and rich number.

Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

After calming his breath for a while, he forced himself to stand up and turned around to see the ruins on the mountain. He thought of the evil Taoist he had just seen and wondered if the Taoist had been crushed to pieces by the storm summoned by the heavenly maiden, or if he had left behind a trace of soul to drive away ghosts.

The spread of evil arts in Quan City and who caused the revival of demons in this ghost domain were probably related to that Taoist.

Wei Yuan took out a tracking talisman and ignited it with a trembling hand. His perception greatly increased, and everything around him became extremely clear. He immediately saw the aura of that Taoist, which had not dissipated. Instead, the Taoist had somehow avoided the storm that was like a natural disaster and was heading towards a hidden place down the mountain.

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The black-robed Taoist was in a sorry state as he ran down the mountain.

His face was pale, and he was panting heavily.

Just recalling the scene that seemed like the wrath of heaven would make him feel scalp-numbing fear. If it weren't for the disaster-avoiding talisman passed down by his ancestor, he would probably have died without a doubt. Even if he managed to escape with his life by chance, his cultivation was shattered by the wind and thunder, and even his talismans were completely depleted. He had barely escaped with his life.

The Taoist stumbled and fell to the ground, rolling twice.

He could already see the village hotel built to resemble the mortal world in the distance. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to get up and continued walking.

He just needed to hide, just needed to blend in with the people, and he could quietly slip away.

Then he would spread the news of what he had witnessed today.

The revival of the heavenly maiden in the Qin and Han dynasties, the reappearance of the lying tiger.

He needed to spread all this information.

He faintly heard a low and mad roar from the other side of the mountain, knowing that the lying tiger and the heavenly maiden were currently facing the true form of the demons in this ghost domain and had no time to spare for him. He took a deep breath, accelerated his pace, but just as he was about to reach his destination, a chill ran through him.

The Taoist instinctively rolled to the side.

Afterwards, a cold sensation spread through his spine, followed by a searing pain.

He was injured.

He let out a low and painful roar, struggling to turn around and saw a person walking out of the shadows of the trees. The person wore grayish-brown clothes, had a thin body, and had an expressionless face that seemed like an old man and a young man at the same time. If Wei Yuan were here, he would recognize that this was Wu Liu, the owner of the inn.

Wu Liu stared fiercely at the Taoist, grinding his teeth.

With his almost muscle-less arms, he dragged a chilling ghost head sword, leaving a mark on the ground.

The storm had subsided, but it had brought clouds. Now the mountain was clear, but a sudden rain poured down, soaking the clothes of the two. Wu Liu's eyes turned red as he stared fixedly at the Taoist who had deceived him, trapped his soul in his body, and turned him into something neither human nor ghost.

Gritting his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Evil Taoist!!"

"I've been waiting for you..."

The black-robed Taoist looked at Wu Liu, who had come for revenge, with a mix of astonishment, absurdity, and a sense of being underestimated. He sneered, "Just a mere corpse, what nonsense are you spouting here!"

Wu Liu widened his eyes, his previously expressionless face now filled with madness and pain.

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He took a step forward in the rainy night and charged towards the black-robed Taoist.

With the help of the twisting force, the eerie ghost head sword was raised, carrying the anger of an ordinary person, and broke through the rain curtain.

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With the help of the tracking talisman, Wei Yuan found the evil Taoist's body. His eyes were wide open in anger as he lay in the mud, a large gash on his waist with intestines mixed with blood flowing out, soaking in the mud.

Wu Liu sat against a rock.

He had lost an arm.

He had just exchanged his life for it with the Taoist.

A person who considered himself superior and had desperately tried to escape could never understand the thoughts of someone who would seek revenge even at the cost of their life. The Taoist didn't know, so he lost his life. Wei Yuan lowered himself and felt the Taoist's soul leaving his body before it dissipated.

It seemed that he had been cursed in advance and couldn't be searched for his soul or driven away by exorcism. However, Wei Yuan found a yellow talisman on him, with his Taoist name and surname written on it, like an identification card. He put it together with the Taoist's belongings and looked at Wu Liu. After taking revenge, Wu Liu seemed like a walking corpse, sitting against the rock with a vacant expression.

For a long time, he looked at the sky and sighed softly, as if crying and laughing at the same time.

"I just wanted to bask in the sun..."

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The ghost domain itself existed with the ghost king as its core, accumulating the killing intent of the Luo River to form a place different from the mortal world. Now that the ghost king had been killed and the river had changed its course, the foundation of the ghost domain no longer existed.

Soon, this world would be connected to the mortal world.In the place where the anti-bow demon originally was, the people who were still in the ghost realm suddenly appeared.

And the original restaurant inn, when it appeared in the human world, turned into a paper-like thing, and then was burned by the human yang energy and disappeared. Zhang Hao and the others, with dark circles under their eyes, were relieved when they saw those innocent tourists, who were only unconscious. When they saw Wei Yuan, their hearts were instantly at ease.

Zhang Hao put out his cigarette and approached, relieved, "Master Wei, you're safe, that's great."

"How is the ghost realm?"

Wei Yuan originally wanted to say that with the help of the heavenly maiden, the ghost king had already been dealt with, but when he turned around, he saw that the white-robed heavenly maiden had disappeared without a trace. He was slightly startled and knew that she didn't want to appear, so he smiled and replied, "It has been resolved with the help of a passing expert."

"You don't have to worry in the future."

A passing expert?

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng looked at each other strangely, but they didn't ask further. Instead, they organized manpower to transfer these unconscious tourists to a safe place. Wei Yuan saw that Wu Liu wanted to speak but stopped, so he spoke on his behalf to Zhang Hao, "This is Wu Liu. He has been trapped in the ghost realm for a while. I don't know if you can help him find his family?"

Zhang Hao was surprised and nodded, "That's no problem."

He looked at Wu Liu again and asked, "Mr. Wu, do you know which city your family is in?"

Wu Liu hesitated for a long time before mentioning a name that he had never heard before.

Liu Village.

After going around in circles and with Wu Liu's vague description, they finally found the right place. The village Wu Liu mentioned turned out to be the real countryside recuperation center, but the name was very old, so old that only some elderly people who had lost all their teeth in the village could remember it.

The car slowly stopped at the entrance of the village.

Perhaps due to the residual influence of the evil energy, the clouds and mist in the sky were pressing down low today, gloomy and without a trace of sunlight.

Wu Liu, with one arm missing, trembled as he got out of the car and looked at the bustling village, feeling unfamiliar and hesitant. The village chief came forward after Zhang Hao and Wei Yuan explained the situation. The middle-aged village chief cooperatively found all the people surnamed Wu in the village.

But none of them recognized Wu Liu, at least they had no impression of such a person.

Just as everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do, a young man in his twenties suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Does the Wu family that moved away count?!"

Everyone looked over, and the middle-aged village chief stared at the young man, who was startled and lowered his voice, but still stammered, "I remember now, it's the Wu family that used to live at the old village entrance, the old lady said her husband died, and they were surnamed Wu."

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, looked at the excited Wu Liu, and then at the village chief, politely said, "Please take us there."

The village chief opened his mouth but nodded in the end, saying, "It's okay to go, but, that old lady, sigh, you'll know when you go..."

...

Wei Yuan and the others soon saw the old willow tree and the old person sitting under it.

On the way, they learned from the village chief's rambling narration that the old person was very old and had already developed senile dementia. She couldn't remember anything anymore. The village chief shook his head and said, "This old lady is already in her seventies, and her husband went missing sixty years ago. Everyone says he drowned in the water, but she doesn't believe it and has been waiting."

"She has been waiting, from the age of seventeen until now."

"If it weren't for the support from the village, she wouldn't have been able to hold on. Now, she doesn't recognize anyone in the village..."

The village chief saw the one-armed man open his mouth and then walked towards the old person. The village chief, who had just spoken impolitely, became a little anxious and raised his hand to pull Wu Liu, but Wei Yuan stopped him and looked at the trembling Wu Liu with a sigh, but remained silent.

The old lady under the willow tree had silver hair and quietly watched the entrance of the village.

Wei Yuan took a step forward with Wu Liu.

Wu Liu walked step by step, his eyes fixed on the old lady, and self-mockingly said, "It's her, I can recognize her at a glance. She is my wife. Our houses were opposite each other in this village, and it was only natural for us to play together and get married. My family was poor, and on the day of our marriage, I carried two bags of rice and brought her back to my house. She didn't mind anything about me, but I had a grudge in my heart, feeling that what others had, my family should have too."

"That day, I went out to buy a hairpin for her, and when I saw that Taoist priest fall into the water, I went to save him..."

He squatted down, looked at the old person, and cried and laughed, "Do you remember me?"

Not expecting much, but the old person, who didn't even remember the people in the village, naturally reached out her hand when she saw the crying and thin man and asked, "You're back?"

Wu Liu's body trembled, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

It was as if he had finally let go of his biggest worry and fear. He sat down on the ground, grinning, "I'm back."

He sat together with the old lady, as if wanting to bask in the Yin energy as he had said before, but today the weather was too gloomy, so he leaned against the old willow tree, looked at Wei Yuan, and murmured, "I really want to bask in the sun again..."

Wei Yuan looked up at the sky, where the evil energy hung low and refused to disperse. Suddenly, he thought of the vast and magnificent storm controlled by the heavenly maiden earlier. His heart moved slightly, and he raised his palm like a knife, slashing towards the evil energy.

Based on his previous experience of manipulating evil energy, the residual evil energy was immediately stirred up.

In fact, he just shattered the evil energy on the ground.However, the evil aura connected to the wind in the sky, and the wind tugged at the clouds. Everything in the world was interconnected, so the wind suddenly picked up in this place. The wind whirled upwards fiercely, pressing the extremely low cloud energy to spin in reverse. Then, in the middle of the sky, it slowly shattered, and a warm sunlight, a pale golden color that could never be seen in the ghost realm, fell down.

Everyone was just surprised at the sudden change in the sky, muttering that the weather was as fickle as the face of God, not taking it to heart. But Wei Yuan felt that the little magic power he had just recovered was gone in an instant, almost falling over. After catching his breath, he saw Shen Jifeng staring at him with wide eyes.

Wei Yuan remembered Shen Jifeng's talent for finding weak points in the ghost realm, knowing he couldn't hide it.

He could only raise his index finger, press it to his lips, and hush with a smile.

Shen Jifeng seemed to know some incredible secret.

He covered his mouth with both hands, his eyes wide, and nodded heavily.

The sunlight, representing the ultimate yang energy of heaven and earth, fell on Wu Liu. He was already a corpse ghost, feeling the part of him that was a ghost being dispersed, a burning pain emerged, as if he was about to turn into ashes, but he squinted his eyes, revealing a smile as if he was enjoying it.

He carefully reached into his chest and took out something, a small package.

Inside the package was a gray cloth, wrapping a rough hairpin.

Wu Liu gently placed the hairpin in his wife's hand, waiting for his own ashes to be scattered, but it was just a piercing pain, and this pain was slowly disappearing, replaced by the warmth of the sunlight. His body became weak, and there was intense pain in his shoulder. He opened his eyes, his hair already white.

In his palm, a strand of pure energy was entwined.

Wu Liu's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked up.

But he only saw Wei Yuan's back.

Love, unknowingly sprouted, and grew deep.

Obsession turns into a demon, a thought becomes a Buddha.

Do you still remember me...

I've walked a long way, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, passed through life, passed through death, and returned here.

To see you.

Wei Yuan stopped, looking at the celestial maiden hidden in the forest ahead: "Thank you, miss, for helping Wu Liu."

"This matter is over."

"I wonder, miss, where do you wish to go?"

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