The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 505

Chapter 505: Chapter 501: Ghost Trouble in the Bustling City Chapter 505: Chapter 501: Ghost Trouble in the Bustling City Seeing the situation, Shen Luo was somewhat moved. He raised one hand and a ghost suppression charm and a Small Thunder Talisman flew out from his sleeve, attaching to the peddler's chest and back.

“On your way home, walk past doors that have Door Gods plastered and bronze mirrors hung on the door frames. Do not hesitate on the way and once you get home, remove the talismans from your body and stick them on the door frame.” Shen Luo warned.

“I've met an Immortal Master, thank you, Immortal Master, thank you…” Realizing what had happened, the peddler quickly knelt down and repeatedly thanked him. By the time he looked up again, there was no one in front of him.

“Wife, child…” The peddler shivered all over, then called out in a choked voice, before hurrying off.

At the end of the alley, there stood an old locust tree with a rather thick trunk, casting a large, dark shadow.

Under the shadow was a circular fence made of stones, rising about three feet from the ground, enclosing a deep well.

Shen Luo stood by the well, looking deep into it. All he saw was darkness, except at the bottom of the well, where the glow of the moon was reflected, creating flickering ripples.

His brow wrinkled slightly as he began to chant spells.

Suddenly, the sound of rolling waves came from beneath the well. A spiral Water Blade stirred at the bottom, causing a large amount of well water to gush out, flowing like a fountain.

Shen Luo raised his hand and scooped up some water from the flowing fountain. He held it before his eyes and carefully examined it.

“The Yin Qi is so heavy?” He then narrowed his brows after observing it for a moment.

Just then, the sound of shaking leaves came from the old locust tree by the well. Shen Luo slightly retreated and a large, dark silhouette fell from the sky, landing at his feet.

His gaze swept over it, his brow furrowed even deeper.

It was a male body, distorted beyond recognition. There wasn't a bit of skin left intact; the entire body had been smeared with black blood. It was a truly gruesome sight.

Shen Luo's gaze hardened as he leapt into the air, using the tree branches to climb until he reached the top of the old locust tree.

He looked down the other side of the wall into the street and was immediately taken aback by the sight.

The neighboring alley was a mess, originally crowded with food stalls. Now, it was full of brutally butchered corpses, strewn carelessly all over the ground.

At the end of the alley, there was a giant, evil ghost with a fierce-looking face, gnawing at the neck of a young and middle-aged man. It seemed to sense Shen Luo's gaze, abruptly lifting its head to glance in his direction.

“Kill… kill… kill…”

Gibberish spilled from the mouth of the evil ghost. It abruptly leaped up, moving like a wild beast as it sprinted towards Shen Luo. When it reached the foot of the wall, it suddenly launched itself into the air. Pushing off the ground with its feet, it lunged upward, leaving two shocking bloody prints on the originally white wall.

Upon seeing this, Shen Luo quietly chanted a few spells. With a wave of his hand, a roaring sound erupted from the well beneath the tree. A water wave soared into the sky and condensed into a large rotating water blade in midair. With a whistle, it rushed out.

There was a swift swooshing sound.

The evil ghost had just leaped over the wall when the water blade cleaved through, cutting it in half at the waist. A huge blue vortex illuminated and rapidly spiralled, instantly tearing it into fragments.

Shen Luo clapped his Qiankun Bag at his waist, once again bagging the residual Yin Sha Qi lingering on him.

Following his gaze down the lane, he spots a house on the other end ablaze with a clamor of crying voices heard faintly from within. With the tip of his foot pressed to the treetop, he soars off towards it.

Shen Luo hops and jumps off the walls, reaching the house in no time. There he beholds a disheveled white-haired female ghost, her scarlet tongue darting out ominously as she hovers towards a little girl from the house.

A few strands of her black hair extend to several yards, wrapped around the necks of two middle-aged men and a woman, dragging them down onto the ground.

Their complexions are pale, eyes bulging out, blood seeping from their mouths and noses. Only their arms are still quivering- already on the brink of death, barely able to muster any strength to resist.

Without hesitation, Shen Luo dives in, positioning himself above the ghost. With a sharp flip, he swoops down palm first aimed at the ghost's head.

Just as his palm was about to land, the female ghost gazes upwards. Her eyes glowing blood-red full of hatred and anger, her hair oddly taking on a spirited life of its own, shooting up to wrap itself around his arm.

Before Shen Luo could pull back, the voluminous black hair snaked around his body, wrapping him up in the central like a rice dumpling.

Quick as a cat, Shen Luo deftly executes a Water Repelling Technique, enveloping his body in its protection. In an instant, the black hair madly attempts to burrow into his mouth and nose.

However, the light curtain created by the spell held firm, keeping the black hair at bay.

All of a sudden, the black hair ensnaring Shen Luo's cheek parted to both sides.

Shen Luo immediately spotted a blood-red long tongue darting out from the front, stabbing towards him like a blood-red longsword.

A sharp sound reverberated as “clang!”

The scarlet-long tongue pierced directly onto his forehead, emitting a hissing noise with wafts of white smoke rising from it.

“It has corrosive power as well?” Shen Luo's brow furrows. He attempts to cast an incantation but with his hands and feet bound, he was unable to shape the mystic arts – even withdrawing a Thunderfall Talisman was out of the question.

With a mere thought, a surge of Pure Yang Sword Qi is activated. There was a flash of light from the acupoint in front of his body as a red gleam shot out abruptly, tearing the black hair that wrapped him into shreds and shooting into the air.

The next instant, the red gleam in mid-air spirals and shoots back. Flames suddenly engulf it, piercing directly through the chest of the female ghost.

“Ah…”

A wailing screech echoes as the female ghost's form is incinerated by flames and quickly turns into ashes.

Shen Luo absorbs the remaining Yin Qi, retrieves the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, and rushes to check on the fallen ones on the ground. He finds the oldest among them with dispersed eyes, lifeless.

The other man and woman, although unconscious and still, yet hold onto a sliver of life. He quickly infuses Pure Yang Qi into them, igniting their dimming vital spark, pulling them back from death's door.

Only then does Shen Luo realizes; the little girl who was panic-stricken and wailing moments ago, has now ceased her crying. She sits still at a distance, staring in their direction without blinking once.