Chapter 459: Ultra-Large Locator! Starving Ghost! Yin Kui Old Woman! Save Me!
While Cuihua protected him as he took the Blood-Qi Pill, Li Yanchu also ordered the Jiaoslayer to protect her. With that, he strode out of Qingyun Temple.
In his hand, the Eight Trigrams Mirror could reveal the locations of all yin qi and evil auras in the city. He planned to cleanse each of these places one by one.
In a rundown house somewhere in the city, plaster peeled from the walls, and weeds overran the yard. Inside, the air reeked of mildew, and paper offerings were scattered across the floor alongside a fire basin.
A man with a huge belly but a thin neck held a white incense stick in his hands while gnawing at it ravenously. This starving ghost’s eyes glowed red, its eating habits feral and terrifying. No one knew where this yin spirit had emerged from.
The room was otherwise silent, save for the grinding of teeth and gnawing sounds, enough to make anyone’s scalp crawl. Ordinary people entering this room would see nothing of the starving ghost. Only those with exceptionally bad luck, whose life force was nearly extinguished, could sense it. With their yang-fire almost gone, it was as if they had half a foot already in the coffin.
Creak!
At this time, the door opened. A gust of wind blew in with mottled sunlight spilling across the room, and the starving ghost’s blood-red eyes snapped toward the intruder with a feral and brutal look. Any normal person witnessing this would likely die of fright and become its next meal, for most of the time, these things consumed the organs of living humans.
A young Daoist pushed the door open, stepping inside with a trace of curiosity on his face, like a neighbor who accidentally walked into the wrong house.
The starving ghost’s aura instantly turned icy, and the paper offerings began to swirl, as if moved by invisible hands.
Seeing this, the young Daoist smiled faintly. “Got you!”
As if he were the real villain, he stepped forward, reaching directly in front of the starving ghost and seizing it. From his palm burst a surge of intense blood-qi, a wave of overwhelming blood and qi that flashed past instantly reduced the vicious starving ghost to ash. With that, a red dot disappeared from the Eight Trigrams Mirror.
Li Yanchu treated it as a trivial task and moved on, leaving the cold, sinister house behind.