The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 164 - 162 Evil Corpse

Chapter 164: Chapter 162 Evil Corpse

"Damn, what was that sound?"

"That paper figure moved and talked? Are performances this magical nowadays?"

"Sound effects performance, truly amazing."

...

The onlookers weren’t aware of anything unusual, thinking it was an intentional performance effect.

A few brave ones moved forward, the paper figure grinning happily:

"So many bodies, enough, enough."

Saying this, it trembled as it reached out its paper arm towards someone’s face.

The person instinctively wanted to dodge.

"Let it touch, let it touch."

"Touch for good luck, man, get rich next year."

...

The people around encouraged.

"Move aside!" Yun Qi shouted sternly, patting Yang Xiu on the shoulder, her childish voice clear and forceful, "Carry me over!"

The crowd was too packed around the paper figure, and she, being just a kid, couldn’t squeeze in, and might even get trampled.

Yang Xiu: "Huh?"

He turned to seek Qin Luo’s opinion.

Qin Luo hurriedly said, "Do whatever Xiao Qi says."

Yang Xiu responded with an "Oh," and quickly carried Yun Qi over.

Meanwhile, Yang He extended his arm to block in front of Qin Luo — if he remembered correctly, the young master had an especially attractive aura for dirty things.

"Move aside, move aside!" Yang Xiu squeezed through the crowd with Yun Qi, seeing the paper figure’s hand slowly moving towards someone’s face, he immediately freed a hand and pulled the person behind him.

The unprepared person stumbled, barely regaining balance, angrily demanded from Yang Xiu, "Why hit people? Don’t you know the order of precedence?"

Before Yang Xiu could reply, Yun Qi slapped the person’s forehead, dispersing the black aura around his brow, "Who cares about precedence? So eager to meet death!"

"Hey, you little brat..."

Before the person could finish, the paper figure suddenly stood up, its form grotesquely stretching, reaching the height of stacked three or four people, emitting a dense black aura, with crimson eyes streaming bloody tears:

"I hate arguments, hate arguments, and you argue without including me, do you despise paper figures?!"

As those words fell, a chilling breath rose suddenly, as if plunging into an ice cellar.

Only then did the crowd behind realize something was wrong, one person tremblingly pointed at the paper figure:

"No... not sound effects... its mouth is moving!"

"It’s real, real... ghost," another echoed.

"Oh my god, a ghost!" The person who was almost touched by the paper figure screamed, squeezed his way out and fled.

The others too noticed the anomaly, retreating in shock and fleeing in screams.

"What’s happening?" An actor removed the mask, nudging a drowned ghost nearby. "What are they running from?"

The drowned ghost turned slowly, its bubbled face swollen, both lips gnawed by fish, exposing the inverted gums.

"Hehe!" The drowned ghost smiled at him, exhaling a heavy stench.

"Damn," the actor quickly fanned the air with his hand, "Bro, what did you eat? It stinks so bad..."

Before he could finish, a swollen eyeball of the drowned ghost fell from its socket, and a corpse worm poked half its head out.

"Damn, a ghost, a real ghost!"

The actor tossed the mask and staggered away.

More and more ghosts began to appear—

The hangman ghost’s half-exposed tongue twitched, drooling at the corner of its mouth.

The marriage ghost, hair scattered, unveiled black bruised hands, with black pupils swirling wildly.

...

The long street turned into chaos, with people screaming and crying, running in panic like headless flies.

Moments ago bustling, the street became desolate once most fled, yet about a hundred or two ghosts remained.

They stood scattered in threes and twos, waited for people to leave before slowly lifting their heads, necks creaked, gazes uniformly fixing on Yun Qi, then turned and slowly moved towards her.

Yang Xiu trembled in fear, "Little Master, they... they’re looking at us, what do we do?"

Yun Qi patted Yang Xiu’s hand, signaling to let her down.

"Uncle, go protect the little brother, Xiao Qi’s here."

"Little Master, can you handle this alone?"

"If Xiao Qi can’t, who can?" Yun Qi tilted her head, beaming sweetly and waving tiny hands, "Go now, the little brother needs you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiu hurried over to Qin Luo, teaming with Yang He to guard Qin Luo.

"Xiao Qi!" Qin Luo frowned, looking toward Yun Qi.

In front of Yun Qi, about a hundred or two ghosts approaching simultaneously, with thick fog surrounded, their steps slow, heads crooked, shoulders slumped, expressions dazed like zombies in movies.

Yun Qi waved a hand backward, her soft childlike voice sweet, "At ease, little brother, just some puppets, Xiao Qi’s not scared."

With that, she furrowed her brows, feeling the five copper coins hanging around her neck.

So many ghosts, fighting with five copper coins was too slow.

Besides, these weren’t really ghosts, more accurately described as evil corpses.

They had no thoughts or wills, completely obeying their mastermind, felt no pain or grief.

Unless they’re entirely eradicated, they would come in waves, endlessly.

With this in mind, Yun Qi retracted her hand, stepped lightly, flew into the air herself toward the cluster of evil corpses.

She twirled in midair, landing steadily, while the evil corpses swarmed in, forming an impenetrable circle, slowly closing in.

"Hehe!" Hundreds of ghosts opened their mouths simultaneously, raising half-rotting faces, letting out dull, eerie laughter.

"Join us."

"Come along, it’ll be fun."

The circle kept shrinking, the evil corpses reaching out arms, coiling nails inching closer, nearly touching Yun Qi.

"Little Master!" Yang He and Yang Xiu couldn’t help but shout, cold sweat dripping down their faces.

"Xiao Qi..." Qin Luo wanted to rush over but was grabbed by Yang He, "Young master, you can’t go, if Little Master can’t handle them, we stand no chance..."

"Hehe," a sweet voice rang out, followed by that familiar soft voice, "Who said I can’t?"

Within the enclosing circle, Yun Qi drew a trace of golden light with her fingertip, reciting:

"Spiritual Treasure Talisman, proclaim Nine Heavens; Qianluodana, Donggang Taixuan; Evil-binding, saving thousands. Evil Spirit dissipates, Taoism is not permanent!"

As her voice fell, the golden light at her fingertip exploded outward, forming a massive energy wave, like a golden sun engulfing all the evil corpses.

Instantly the wind reversed, the world cleared.

Hundreds of evil corpses suddenly halted, eyes widened, mouths agape, hands covering faces, curling long nails dug into rotted flesh, letting out a piercing scream:

"Ah——"

"It hurts!"

"So painful, let go of me!"

...

Within the golden light cluster, the black aura on the evil corpses gradually absorbed by golden light, eyes dimmed, ultimately turning pale white.

Then all evil corpses hung limp, heads drooping, motionless.

The stench in the air vanished, a breeze swept down the long street, Yang He and Yang Xiu shivered, exchanged glances.

The ghastly ghostliness vanished, replaced by peace.

It seemed... these evil corpses were purified in an instant.

"Master Xiao Qi?" Qin Luo pushed past the two, walking briskly up. "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Yun Qi walked out of the circle with a cheerful smile. "These aren’t just typical spirits, but bodies turned into evil corpses before the soul departed, so they’re unlike ordinary ghosts, able to touch and harm humans physically."

"I see."

Yang He wiped the sweat from his brow, having heard before about the separation of life and death, that spirits can’t touch the living nor vice versa.

But these here, as Yun Qi described them as evil corpses, were evidently more terrifying than regular dead souls.

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