Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 107 - 105: Cut the Grass and Remove the Roots!

Chapter 107: Chapter 105: Cut the Grass and Remove the Roots!

Having removed the "Human Face Painting," Wang Yuan had restored his own appearance and performed the "Ghost King Altar Sealing Seal" as he moved forward and heavily slapped the Meat Mountain.

He reached into the huge bloody hole and pulled out a red "Ganoderma" the size of a washbasin!

It was crystal clear, almost like agate.

"Thirteen pounds, seven taels, and one qian, I have eaten Deceit Bone, Deceit Skin, and Deceit Heart before, but this is the first time I can eat Deceit Meat Ganoderma.

I am not sure if it’s nourishing or not? I’ll cook it into a soup and you all should try it."

Wang Yuan turned around with a smile, only to unexpectedly find that Huang Wu, who had been silent since they entered, was trembling violently.

Her eyes were fixed on a spot on the ground, and her hands hugged her thin shoulders tightly, nearly curling her petite body into a ball.

Her delicate little face was full of terror, and her beautiful starry eyes had already lost focus as she kept repeating:

"Don’t hit me anymore, don’t hit me anymore, spare me, spare me please..."

Wang Yuan followed her gaze.

Lying on the ground was a large mushroom that barely retained a human shape, having completely lost its limbs. It was the Ghost Matchmaker Lady Gao!

Coincidentally, this old woman, who was only familiar with some Mixed Skills and was not very powerful, had not died.

The moment he saw the Ghost Matchmaker.

The terrible sight he had seen at the Vermilion Bird Bureau and the several evil deeds this old creature had committed came flooding back, making his eyes somewhat bloodshot.

Fifteen years ago, a girl who was bound from somewhere and brought to Beimang Mountain had been tortured to death by this old hag using the "Soul-Beating Whip" and "Drilling Heart Nail."

Just to make the elixir-induced liquor taste a tad better!

Clearly.

Even though Huang Wu had turned into a ghost after her soul departed from her body due to the juice extracted from the Dragon Biting Flower Pod Shell and had lost most of her memories.

This unforgettable face had left a deep and indelible mark in her heart.

Wang Yuan gave the Ganoderma to the Five Ghosts and quickly came to the side of Huang Wu, hugging the little ghost girl tenderly in his arms, soothing her gently:

"It’s alright, it’s alright."

He was annoyed with himself for not having dealt with this old thing quietly sooner.

But because Old Taoist Ge caused trouble, he hadn’t been able to take action, allowing her to live till now.

The nearly blind old woman clearly recognized the ghost-transformed girl and could not help but scream out:

"It’s you! The elixir from We Anning all those years ago—Vermilion Bird Soaring? You’re really still alive!

So it was you who saved her body from the burial ground a dozen or so days ago?"

The first part was addressed to Huang Wu, while the last was directed at Wang Yuan.

However, the next moment she realized her predicament and her complexion suddenly changed, saying in panic:

"Don’t kill me, spare me, please spare me.

I was just a dog kept by the Prince, I was just following orders! I didn’t want this, I really didn’t!"

Some people, when they are the oppressors, are arrogant and viciously fierce.

But once the roles are exchanged, their backbone is softer than anyone’s, begging pathetically, exhibiting a pitiful sight.

"Miss, miss! You’re a beautiful and kind-hearted person. When will the cycle of retaliation end? I am already so miserable, living is tougher than being dead.

Please just let me go like passing gas."

Huang Wu, still instinctively trembling while curled up tightly in Wang Yuan’s arms, did not remember who this person was.

She looked at Wang Yuan, and turning her head slightly toward the Ghost Matchmaker, her voice trembled with confusion:

"Who exactly are you? Why am I so afraid of you?"

It was then that the old woman remembered that this elixir transform had lost her memories long ago after becoming a ghost.

And that everyone involved in the events of the past, including Zhou Wenye, had died, leaving no one who knew about her atrocious deeds.

Sadness covered her old face as she begged pitifully:

"Miss Yunhe, when We Anning brought you to Beimang Mountain back then, it was I who looked after you the whole way.

But I was just the Prince’s lackey. Even though I pitied and cared for you, I could only bring you here, I had no choice..."

Huang Wu grew more puzzled:

"Yunhe? Is that me? I seem to be familiar with the name, but I can’t remember now."

At this moment.

Knowing the real face of this old thing, Wang Yuan could no longer stand hearing her distort the truth. Unlike We Anning, the Ghost Matchmaker didn’t know where Huang Wu’s family was (Chapter 73).

In his eyes, she already had no value left.

Wang Yuan, avoiding the slightly distracted Huang Wu, who seemed to be somewhat deceived by her, signaled the others with a glance.

The big black dog squatting behind them immediately sprang up ferociously.

With its terrifyingly sharp teeth bared, it bit into the old woman’s face, fiercely tearing off a large bloody piece of flesh.

Another bite, and half her jaw was gone.

The old woman immediately became like a fierce ghost, finally understanding that in the hands of this ruthless, laughing young man, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

She revealed her vicious true nature, her eyes split at the corners, screaming venomously:

"Ah! Stop, you damn dog!

You dog couple, I won’t let you go even as a ghost! I’ll haunt you through every lifetime, eat your flesh, drink your blood, to avenge today! Ahhh..."

Before she could finish, the big black dog had already bitten her to death.

After once again soothing the little ghost girl, Wang Yuan quite exceptionally praised it:

"Old Black, well done!"

The not unintelligent big black dog immediately smirked again, baring its blood-drenched mouth, sticking out a long tongue, and wagging its tail like a windmill.

A simple name, yet it signifies a status not at all like before.

Compelled by earnest anticipation, his eyes fixed on the girl in his master’s arms.

At this moment, it had fully grasped the "secret to promotion."

It deeply realized which leg it needed to cling to in this household to rise in status.

Taking advantage of the moment,

The diligent Five Ghosts had already fished out the blast-dispersed Deceit Object - Life Trading Coin from the lotus pond.

Wang Yuan felt he had won this round hands down.

His body housed a complete Small Book of Life and Death and the Earthly Que Golden Book, and in his arms, he carried the Yin Yang Heart Bell, comparable in power to a Mage, along with sufficient Deceit Meat Ganoderma to rapidly elevate his Martial Arts Cultivation.

In his left hand was the Rashamon Bone, and in his right, the Life Trading Coin; his family’s fishing venture was destined to reach new heights!

Naturally, he did not forget that White Jade Scroll bearing secrets.

He had a feeling that within this jade scroll that had circulated the world for two thousand years, there were other secrets waiting for him to uncover

However, as he was secretly thrilled,

p.m. to 11 p.m. had passed, and Midnight had quietly arrived.

Woosh woosh woosh...

An inexplicable cold wind suddenly surged.

A ghostly gate simultaneously opened out of thin air.

Suddenly, over a hundred ghostly figures appeared in the water pavilion.

Including the subordinates of the Yili King and all other deceased who had not been consumed, they had transformed into ghosts in a mere moment.

A shrill, old-owl-like voice rang in their ears:

"Ha, ha, ha, the old woman has heard it all, I’m going to the Yin Department to complain, I’ll tell all the Wild Ghosts that you possess a heavenly book called the Small Book of Life and Death!

Cold light sets off Beidou, divine prowess shakes Heaven and Earth!

You have gained all the benefits from the Owl God Tomb! Your future is destined to be fraught with incessant troubles, pursued by Demons and Ghosts who will flay and disembowel you!"

This was the Ghost Matchmaker.

Having forgotten all other memories, she was deeply resentful of the death caused by Wang Yuan’s unleashed dog, filled with infinite hatred.

"Chatter, I’ve heard it too!

I remember, I will make sure you never find peace, just you wait!"

This was Dao General Wei Anning, who had been stabbed to death by Wang Yuan.

His soul body was severely damaged, and his gaze was blank, only able to repeat this short phrase.

"....."

After turning into ghosts, some were dazed and unaware, while others wore fierce expressions filled with hatred.

Especially those filled with rage, driven by deep obsessions; they instantly transformed into Resentful Ghosts, Evil Ghosts, and Fierce Ghosts.

But this didn’t indicate the level of Taoist ability; it was merely different categories among ghosts.

Relative to humans, similarly among people, some are farmers, some are robbers, and some are soldiers; generally, the heavier the obsession, the stronger one is among their peers.

While shouting, they charged towards the ghost gate.

The gates of the Ghost Gate open on the Ghost Festival.

Today is both the death anniversary of the Yili King and the Ghost Festival.

The Ghost Gate opens at midnight on the fifteenth of July and closes again at midnight.

Probably because the Blessed Land of Beimang Mountain was filled with ghostly beings, a side gate opened here.

Just as they were about to carry the gloomy wind into the Ghost Gate and create innumerable troubles afterward,

Wang Yuan chuckled slyly, pulling out his grandfather’s badge engraved with "Yin Yang Realm divides life and death, Ferryman on the San Tu River," and flung it into the Ghost Gate like lightning.

"Hey, you’ve only been ghosts for a few days? Didn’t you know I have connections in the underworld?"

The next moment, the scene beyond the Ghost Gate changed abruptly.

It transformed into a vast river surface, like the sea, and an old man with a smoking pipe in his mouth and a copy of the Brocade Bed Chronicles tucked at his waist approached, rowing a boat.

The Ferryman’s Yinchen Wood badge could magically create a side gate between the Yin Yang Realm, connecting the Ghost Gate to his own water area.

This was part of the plan to root out the problem!

Thus,

The crowd of ghostly beings that rushed into the Ghost Gate, not one missed, all landed on the bow of Wang Wenhua’s boat.

Then ... they were each sunk into the San Tu River by Old Luobo, ruthless with his paddle.

If evil men accidentally fall into the San Tu River while on the boat, they will sink between "this" and "that" bank for three hundred years, purging their sins and memories before they can be redeemed.

All of this was the Ferryman’s achievement!

Plainly visible, the halo of merit behind Wang Wenhua’s head brightened significantly in an instant.

The old man grinned and waved at Wang Yuan and Huang Wu, clinging together.

He casually cast a fishing line from inside the gate, hooking the emaciated Yili King.

As a faint scream arose, it also hooked a dark shadow out of his body into the river.

With this,

Everyone who knew what had happened in the Owl God Tomb had been rooted out and drenched with the waters of San Tu River, leaving no troubles at all.

With the father and son conspiring together, they had completely resolved the great menace of the Owl God Tomb.

Wang Yuan’s Yin Morality leapt dramatically from 1563 points directly to 7856.

Mainly because it had died due to "self-feeding," and being backfired by its debts, it had been taken to repay the borrowings of heaven and earth, gaining these over 6000 points of Yin Morality was already quite fortunate.

The master plan was a great success!

Wang Yuan patted his hands and looked pensively at Lady Peach Fairy beside him, the last outsider he needed to deal with!

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