"I only feel increasingly cold."
Wei Youming went mad and wanted to crawl into Sun Zhuo's body.
In this situation, how could I possibly have the ability to interfere!
Just a mental agony.
I can't get Sun Zhuo, so I can't get my things back.
"See someone dying and not save them... You're a scoundrel..."
Sun Zhuo shook again, but the word did not come out, and his head crashed heavily into the ground!
The tiles cracked, his head also broke, and more blood flowed out!
"Save... save me..." He became exceptionally weak, whispering in a trembling voice.
Grey gas, like smooth smoke, began to quickly penetrate Sun Zhuo's body.
But at that very moment…… a sudden and unforeseen change occurred!
A hand, suddenly shot out from behind the courtyard gate!
It was a hand as black as the void, yet faintly tinged with a touch of scarlet.
Skin, covering bones.
Sun Zhuo's expression became extremely strange, a moment of eerie calm followed by a moment of painful struggle.
That calm, like Wei Youming's stillness.
Struggle is his own thing!
And that hand just grabbed hold of Sun Zhuo's head, outside the ethereal Wei Youming's head!
At this moment, Wei Youming's emotions were surprisingly calm.
As if he had drilled into Sun Zhuo's brain and it was a done deal.
"Another sickly ghost has come along, ah, it's a case of heart illness."
That hand pulled back forcefully, as if it were going to drag Wei Youming out.
But Sun Zhuo's body, just like a puppet on a string, retreated backward, and instead pulled out the body behind that hand.
The ghostly thing was dressed in nothing but its skin, which was black and reddish and completely withered, as if it would peel off from its body at any moment.
The skin on the top of its head was even thinner, and its eyes were even deeper.
He opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes stared fixedly at the ethereal Wei Youming!
There was a buzzing sound in his mouth, as if he was speaking but no words were audible.
The black and red mist swirled and dispersed, within the mist, there seemed to be countless faces, all looking extremely painful.
This... It was a clearly an untreatable ghost!
However, it was different from the previous untreatable ghosts.
His eyes were not black and red, but deep blue.
He stared at Wei Youming, and suddenly a surge of icy blue light appeared in his eyes!
The untreatable ghost stirs the deepest fears within a person's heart.
An untreatable ghost of the level of a retribution ghost... What kind of demons would it bring out?
Who is Wei Youming most afraid of?
A hiss of a laugh emerged from Sun Zhuo's mouth.
This laughter, however, was not Sun Zhuo's own voice!
The grey mist instantly retreated, completely disappearing into Sun Zhuo's head!
The eyes of the untreatable ghost flickered with fury, and his hand was about to fall on Sun Zhuo's head!
However, Sun Zhuo's two hands shot up and grabbed the untreatable ghost in an instant!
"You have a mental illness!"
"I'll treat your illness for you!"
The voice of Wei Youming in Sun Zhuo's mouth was even more stable.
The wind was chilly, and the atmosphere was filled with a surge of ominous energy, blocking out the sun and covering the sky!
Then, those energies quickly contracted and all gathered towards Sun Zhuo!
This scene was like a sandstorm!
The wooden stakes were shaking wildly... as if they were being sucked in!
The spot where Sun Zhuo fell to his knees was a center point!
In an instant, it turned into a dense grey area!
His figure was enveloped, and the untreatable ghost was also caught in the fray!
The next moment, the grey mist suddenly shrank even more fiercely, as if it were collapsing, shrinking to a limit before vanishing...
The blinding sunlight shone down on the small courtyard, the long-term darkness was followed by a sudden burst of light, causing temporary eye pain and difficulty opening them.
I shielded my face with one hand, and it took a long time before I managed to recover.
The night pot was empty; it was morning, and Old Gong had disappeared.
The Green Jade Hand Ring returned to its original form, no longer emitting any faint green aura.
I walked to the spot where Sun Zhuo disappeared, fixating my gaze on the ground.
The ground was empty, with nothing except the place where Sun Zhuo's head had cracked through; elsewhere, it was as if nothing had happened...
The twenty-eight hell prisons were terrifying.
He not only took away Sun Zhuo, but also a ghost of untreatable disease level equivalent to a retribution ghost...
Where did they go?
This idea just arose, and I immediately thought of Xiuhe District Mental Health Center.
Then, I had a more terrifying idea...
With Wei Youming's strength, could Han Zizi really capture him?
If Han Zizi has sufficient strength, he should not need to use all his might against the leader. Even if it costs him a life, he should be able to kill the leader but the untreatable ghost would still escape.
The untreatable ghost that managed to escape from Han Zizi's grip was captured by Wei Youming.
The fact indicates that at this moment, Han Zizi is not as strong as the untreatable ghost, let alone Wei Youming!
Could there be a possibility... Wei Youming was deliberately caught out?
He wants to use this method to get close to me?
If... if it weren't for Sun Zhuo being here... then wouldn't the one being taken away now be me?
Perhaps, Wei Youming was waiting for an opportunity?
A retribution ghost disrupted his plans?
The deeper I thought, the more eerie and terrifying it became.
I dispersed the thoughts in my mind.
However... I still felt a sense of weightlessness and emptiness in my heart.
Sun Zhuo is finished. With Wei Youming's pathological treatment methods, his death is inevitable.
I, empty-handed...
Rapid footsteps approached.
A chill ran through my heart, and I looked up abruptly towards the courtyard.
Two rows of Taoist priests came in, one after the other.
The green-cloaked Daoist came first, followed by the green-cloaked Daoists.
Not many in number, there were five in green robes and more than a dozen in green robes. All of them looked extremely disheveled, covered with injuries.
The next instant, Han Zizi, with a bright spirit, walked into the courtyard. Standing beside him was the lady Taoist with a pale face and even traces of tears, Si Yan.
Their eyes met.
Han Zizi's eyes were filled with vitality, not fake at all, as if he were a young man!
"Little friend of Xian Shen, where is Sun Zhuo?!" Han Zizi's tone was profound, and his eyes were as clear as if he could see through everything.
But it's obvious... Han Zizi should have been spent, on the verge of death, right...
Why is he so lively and active again?
The other Taoists looked at me with scrutiny, and then they hurried to check the other rooms.
My eyelids twitched slightly, and I continued to look at Han Zizi straight in the eyes.
Han Zizi carried his hands on his back, and his eyes were fixed without any deviation.
"Wei Youming has taken him away."
I spoke in a hoarse voice.
At the same time, the Taoists also came back and reported that they had not seen any candidates, then looked at me with suspicious eyes.
A green-cloaked Taoist clasped his fists and looked concerned in his eyes: "Laoshu, the candidate has been caught. This is a big matter and must be reported to the higher-ups."
"The retribution ghost is so sinister, releasing the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisons to cause trouble in the supervision temple. The Ghost Crib organization is like a cat that has smelled blood, and this time the supervision temple has suffered heavy losses. Although the Ghost Crib also lost a leader and many people, if we can't find back the candidate, the cost will be too great, and the supervision temple will not be able to bear it!"
"The true person is angry, and they might revoke the supervision qualifications of Changle Fengdao Temple!"
My thoughts are racing in my mind.
Han Zizi's eyes are insightful and clear. With Si Yan beside him, it is inevitable that Han Qushi has explained everything clearly.
These Taoists should not know.
Han Zizi wants to see Sun Zhuo, and it's likely that he has questions.
The other Taoists are only concerned about Sun Zhuo's safety.
Thinking about it, I cannot directly ask Han Zizi.
"The matter must be reported, Sun Zhuo's command card is still intact, and he has no life-threatening danger."
"Moreover, he has a four-rule mirror on his body. It would be impossible for the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisons to kill him. Firstly, we should sort out the temple. This time the temple experienced unexpected changes, and the Ghost Crib came so quickly. There may be an internal informant who reported it. We need to investigate it thoroughly!" Han Zizi spoke with every word being as valuable as a pearl.
