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Chapter 1020 - Chapter 1020: Chapter 102: Resentful Spirit

Chapter 1020: Chapter 102: Resentful Spirit

Where would Brother Jun need Zhang Caixin to remind him? Although he didn’t understand Nihong language, his perception was exceedingly strong.

He could feel someone probing with their attention–since their intentions were all too obvious.

Therefore, he unhesitatingly launched a Divine Sense Attack; as for why it was so straightforward and crude? The reason is quite clear, there was only one person involved and no companions were to cause trouble.

The person collapsed very definitively, plunging straight into the muddy water on the ground.

Brother Jun lightly jumped, bringing Zhang Caixin and Feng Jing to the ground, raising his hand to summon the dark shadow over.

The dark shadow, a snake-bodied human head figure, only had the cultivation of the ninth layer of transcending the mundane; though it looked extremely eerie and chilling, without a doubt, in its eyes, Brother Jun was the more terrifying entity.

It continuously twisted its body in an attempt to escape from Brother Jun, but unfortunately, it was futile.

The wooing sound it made became slightly louder, but it was a rainy night, and the rain was still heavy. The “rustle” sound was everywhere, the noise wouldn’t travel far.

Brother Jun raised his hand to retrieve the Immortal Binding Rope on its body, just as it fiercely leaped outward, his wrist flipped, revealing a delicate little pagoda in his empty hand, the dark shadow was swiftly swept into the pagoda.

This was Kunlun’s rather superfluous magic artifact, the Demon-Sealing Pagoda, however, Brother Jun found it quite convenient to use. Then, he embedded a Spirit Stone directly onto the pagoda, and collected the Demon-Sealing Pagoda.

“Tenpura Hiro is inside the house,” Brother Jun casually mentioned, “Capture him, don’t kill him, I have questions I need to ask him.”

He didn’t concern himself further with the situation inside, knowing that with so many allies here, surely there wouldn’t be any slip-ups.

Gao Qiang and Gazi put on shoe covers and pushed the door open.

Watching Gao Qiang walk inside without hesitation, Gazi couldn’t help but shout, “Hey, masks!”

“Mask or not,” Gao Qiang had lightly made-up when he arrived, so he nonchalantly replied, “There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that his camera is off.”

Gazi paused briefly before asking, “Why are you so sure?”

“Because of those things in the courtyard,” Gao Qiang pointed to the yard, “Do you think he would allow the cameras to record these? What if something goes wrong?”

“I beg to differ,” Gazi argued back, “Teacher Chen from the photography industry took so many shots of things he shouldn’t have.”

Gao Qiang glared at him, “Are these two even comparable?”

“Truly incomparable,” Zhang Caixin chimed in, “One is merely an individual’s style issue, the other involves raising Ghosts… The severity of these is not just a notch apart.”

Gazi blinked, confusedly asking, “You mean that Shiki, is a Ghost?”

“Exactly,” Zhang Caixin nodded, her second language was Nihong, so she also had some understanding of Nihong culture, “Even if it’s not a Ghost, but a minor deity… still, it shouldn’t be nurtured on the land of Huaxia.”

While chatting, their hands didn’t slow down, some were responsible for rummaging through stuff, others for packing.

Gao Qiang was responsible for dealing with Tenpura Hiro, whose height wasn’t exactly short, a little over 170 cm, weighing about 160 kilograms, relatively tall among the Nihong people.

He had already been put down by Brother Jun’s Divine Sense, also knocking down a chair, but Gao Qiang still walked up, covered his nose with ether for five seconds, then handcuffed him, and directly threw him to the doorway.

Next, it was time to collect various documents and valuables, however, although this was Tenpura Hiro’s private residence, there really weren’t any valuables, rather there were quite a few documents.

Gazi was not content, still hoping to find some hidden safe, but Gao Qiang tugged at him, “Enough Xiao Ning, if we continue to search, we’re just adding more evidence to the scene, let’s wait for the boss to take action.”

What was Brother Jun doing? He was analyzing the Yin Yang Formation of mother and child, after a long while, he sighed lightly and moved to one side, digging up several Nihong Camellias from the flowerbed.

Just at the moment he uprooted the plants, a white fog spread rapidly around, and the bone-chilling cold also quickly dissipated, with warm moist air rushing toward him.

However, Brother Jun didn’t pay attention to these details, his body soaring into the air, looking around in the vast rainy night.

Zhang Caixin came out from inside, holding an umbrella as she approached, “Boss, what are you looking at?”

Brother Jun pondered for a moment and replied, “I am searching for the essence of the deceased, to see if we missed anything.”

Zhang Caixin tried to recall then tentatively asked, “Those people engulfed earlier… were they Yin Spirits?”

“They were resentful spirits,” Brother Jun answered gravely, “Generally speaking, Yin Spirits cannot exist for long, ordinary people’s Yin Spirits won’t last more than seven days after death, at most forty-nine days. Do you think so many people would die around this Yin Yang Formation of mother and child?”

“I don’t think so,” Zhang Caixin shook her head, “But the Yin Yang Formation of mother and child… inherently isn’t an evil formation for nurturing ghosts.”

The Mother-Child Yin Yang Formation, originally designed to protect the fetus, draws on the mother’s vitality to supplement an inherently insufficient fetus. Or in cases where the mother couldn’t bear it, the fetus would slightly revive her with some innate essence.

Of course, this was just the initial intention. After the fundamentals of this Formation were grasped, it evolved into various other formations, but the peak of them involves using nature’s spiritual energy for cultivation, where the cultivator is considered the “child” and the nature’s spiritual energy is the “mother.”

Using it to nurture ghosts, is indeed a peculiar application.

Feng Jun smiled indifferently, “A formation is but a tool for use; how can it be inherently good or evil? Just like a knife, it can kill in the hands of a villain, save lives in the hands of a doctor, and feed people in the hands of a chef.”

Zhang Caixin nodded deeply in agreement, however, Mei Jin soon raised a question, “But where did these resentful spirits come from?”

Having already captured Tenpura Hiro in her Spirit Beast Bag, and now learning she was directly dealing with resentful spirits, even her seasoned traveling nerves shook slightly.

Feng Jun looked down to see all four had gathered below him, all frowning up at him.

He sighed and said, “Of course, from wars… Where else could there be so many lingering resentful spirits?”

Upon hearing this, Gao Qiang couldn’t stay calm, “Are they all dead soldiers?”

As a former soldier, the notion that his comrades might have died in national wars, only for their spirits to be consumed by enemy-nurtured Ghosts, was unbearable.

“This…” Feng Jun pondered for a moment before honestly replying, “Not all are soldiers; there are civilians… Innocently slaughtered, their grievances are profound.”

Gao Qiang, enraged and forgetting Feng Jun was his superior, interjected, “Impossible, there must be soldiers among those spirits, right?”

“Calm down,” Feng Jun soothed him lightly, “Today we have just these two targets. It’s just past three in the morning, not even four. We have plenty of time, why the rush?”

Their hustle here wasn’t exactly quiet, but as Gao Qiang said, nurturing Ghosts was in itself a dubious act. The Nihong people nurturing Ghosts in Huaxia was even more taboo, so meticulous that Tenpura Hiro had ensured no one was around when conducting these actions.

It was for this reason that they were able to catch such a significant company head with relative ease.

Otherwise, speaking nothing else, just the security at Jieke Mozi’s residence alone would be a headache.

Similarly, the only person aware of the issues here was limited because Tenpura Hiro banned any nearby observation during his operations–after all, isn’t it said that one can’t see the heart through the stomach?

Additionally, there was a spring rain today, not too light, and its pattering sound masked many other noises.

Gazi, always concerned about financial matters due to his poor background, spoke out, “Brother Jun, you should come down and check if this guy has hidden any money in the room.”

“This isn’t urgent,” Feng Jun replied lightly, “I need to find the location of the dead first.”

Using the Yin Spirits of Huaxia, those who died in wars, to feed the Nihong’s Ghosts, was not only unbearable for Gao Qiang, but Feng Jun couldn’t stand it either–if he were powerless, that would be one thing, but now, he was the only known transcendent cultivator in Huaxia.

Although he didn’t wholly agree with “great power brings great responsibility,” he would certainly not let this matter slide.

By comparison, Tenpura Hiro’s wealth was trivial.

He roamed through the rain and finally confirmed three locations, which likely buried massive amounts of skeletons.

Two of the locations were within the factory area, both near the walls, and one was outside the factory area, less than a hundred meters from the wall, directly facing it, with not just a wall, but also a metal gate.

Seeing this metal gate, Feng Jun understood–Tenpura Hiro was quite cunning, having installed this gate to facilitate the traversal of the resentful spirits.

Indeed, while walls couldn’t stop resentful spirits, they indeed caused some interference with their movement, a problem not posed by a metal gate.

This particular site buried ordinary civilians, approximately a thousand of them, as Feng Jun could feel these resentful spirits lacked the fierce, militant aura, and were primarily filled with deep resentment.

One site inside the walls also buried civilians, the other, however, really did contain soldiers.

These soldiers’ bones, also numbering over a thousand, bore both a fierce, military aura and strong resentment.

What was infuriating was that this was the only site where many pines and cypresses were planted, presumably because Tenpura Hiro also knew that this site contained soldiers who died in national wars, hence used the trees to suppress the malevolent energy.

The civilian burial pits posed no challenging issue, Feng Jun used a few Gan Lin Talisman, which could cleanse some of the resentment.

Once the resentful spirits were devoid of resentment, they would soon vanish between heaven and earth–regarding reincarnation, that was practically impossible; these were Yin Spirits from decades ago, not even a Buddhist cultivator could help them enter the cycle of rebirth.

In fact, the Earth Realm was already in an era of declining law; to talk about reincarnation now is almost akin to mockery.

The reason Feng Jun did not let Zhang Caixin use the Thunderclap Talisman was merely to avoid making the poor resentful spirits suffer again in their final moments.

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