Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Disciple of the Ghost Path

Although most of the place had been sealed by a master, many sections still remained accessible.

He found the cave at the bottom of Heart Lake, and within the White Bone Shrine stood a black Buddha statue covered in eyes, emanating an evil aura so powerful it even shocked him.

But this way, his brother’s physical problem had been solved.

Liu Mengshu placed Liu Mingming’s corpse into the hands of the "Thousand-Eyed Black Buddha" statue within the White Bone Shrine.

Ten years passed...

Astonishingly, Liu Mingming’s body had now reached the realm of the Ghost Lord!

Next, sacrificing the souls of seven yin maidens would merge his brother’s soul and body into one, creating a corpse-soul demon whose very name would strike terror in the Daoist sects.

The tale of the heretic Liu Mengshu ended.

Silence fell among those present.

"Well? How do you feel? Do you now sense the deep bond between brothers, unable to bring yourselves to thwart an elder brother’s dream of reviving his sibling?" Liu Mengshu, wearing his ghastly mask, spoke with a note of sorrow.

"Liu Mingming can never be revived. His soul has already become a vengeful spirit. The only release is to destroy both his soul and body completely," Ah Huang’s voice was uncharacteristically icy, his expression grim. Clearly, he despised Liu Mengshu’s actions.

"Ha? You want to kill my brother? The only reason I’ve wasted so many words tonight is out of respect for our shared heritage in the great Daoist sects. Don’t interfere with my plan. Is this your answer?"

Ah Huang glanced at Fu Yang, Zhao Shanshan, and Liu Zhan. All three nodded at him firmly.

"Liu Mengshu, the villagers of Ronghua were innocent. The wrongs committed by the invaders have already been avenged in blood, and so many years have passed. None of this justifies murdering your own innocent compatriots! What’s more, if Liu Mingming becomes a corpse-soul demon, the entire city will be plunged into chaos, with countless deaths and suffering," Fu Yang urged as well.

He truly felt pity for Liu Mengshu’s tragic past. Had he suffered the same, he might have broken down or taken his own life long ago.

"You’re courting death!!!" Liu Mengshu’s voice turned frigid, and from beneath the mask, his eyes suddenly blazed with a ghostly blood-red light.

"In that case, all of you can die together. All my efforts wasted—there’s not a single person who understands me?"

He roared in rage, and at the same moment, the blood-red rays from his eyes surged forth.

In an instant, they shot across more than ten meters, targeting Fu Yang and the others!

"Dodge! That’s his evil art!"

Ah Huang lunged, knocking Fu Yang out of the path of the crimson beams.

The blood light skimmed just above Ah Huang’s back, striking two millstone-sized rocks on the grass.

Silently, both stones melted away completely...

"Damn! That damn heretic really is wicked. If I’d been hit, probably the only thing left unscathed would be my iron-like—"

"Shut up! Still got time to run your mouth off? I’ll rip your tongue out!"

Ah Huang was infuriated by Fu Yang’s irrepressible humor, never realizing his own mouth was just as foul.

Zhao Shanshan and Liu Zhan were both terrified.

Without hesitation, they drew their pistols and fired several shots at Liu Mengshu.

"Do you think ordinary pistols can hurt me? Maybe a heavy sniper rifle would do the trick!"

Liu Mengshu’s voice dripped with contempt.

Standing motionless atop the stone stele, the bullets seemed to twist away, deflected by some invisible force. Not a single shot hit.

"What’s going on?!" Shanshan stared in disbelief. She was known as the sharpshooting heroine of the Jiangcheng Police—her aim never failed. Liu Zhan, too, was famous among the detectives for his marksmanship…

"You three, run! I’ll hold him off—"

"Hold him off, my ass! Don’t act all dramatic—if we die, we die together! We’ll pick up girls in the afterlife!"

Fu Yang cut Ah Huang off mid-sentence.

Though Zhao Shanshan was annoyed by Fu Yang’s talk of flirting in the underworld, the looming threat to their lives made her let it go. She simply gazed at him with eyes soft as water.

"Tsk, tsk... How touching. In that case, I’ll kill you all and use you as nourishment for my brother," Liu Mengshu sneered, and somehow, a bizarre Daoist horsetail whisk appeared in his hand.

It was pitch black, made from human hair and bones—sinister and demonic.

He swung it at the four of them.

They suddenly felt as if a spell had immobilized them—their bodies went rigid, unable to move!

"Ah Huang? What do we do?"

"All we can do is curse the bastard to death!"

"What kind of spell is this?"

"It’s not a spell—just getting a few last words in before we die..."

"Damn..."

Not just Fu Yang, but Zhao Shanshan and Liu Zhan all glared furiously at the unreliable Taoist.

Liu Mengshu then reversed the black whisk in his hand, conjuring a black whirlwind.

Tangible and real, it seemed to echo with wailing spirits—truly terrifying. At last, it transformed into a gigantic black skull, jaws wide as it lunged for them.

If caught, their souls would be instantly consumed, becoming fodder for Liu Mengshu’s brother...

"Alas, this really is the end. A master of the Third Talisman Stage—there’s no way we can withstand him," Ah Huang said dejectedly.

Zhao Shanshan believed tonight would be her last. She had grown fond of Fu Yang but never knew how to say it. To confess before dying was at least a wish fulfilled.

"Fu Yang, I want to tell you..." Zhao Shanshan’s voice was gentle, like a lover’s.

"What is it, Shan—"

Fu Yang was about to answer when he suddenly felt his right palm burning hot.

The beast’s mouth!

As the giant black skull lunged for them, the beast’s mouth in his palm stirred once more.

A deafening roar erupted from thin air.

A massive beast’s maw emerged from Fu Yang’s palm.

It snapped down on the black whirlwind-turned-skull.

With a whoosh, it swallowed it whole!

Then, the beast’s mouth gradually faded into nothingness...

"That move again! How many times has it saved our lives? When we get back, we really have to thank Her Majesty," Fu Yang was dumbfounded, but gratitude for the ghostly Lady Dong Wei Ke welled up in his heart. He sincerely resolved to make regular offerings in thanks.

Seeing the beast’s mouth devour his spell from Fu Yang’s palm, Liu Mengshu was utterly shocked. "Ghost Dao! You’re a successor of the Ghost Dao! How is it possible anyone still inherits that art?"

Ghost Dao successor?!

Fu Yang froze, completely clueless about what those words meant.

"Ghost Dao? Is that supposed to be impressive?" he asked Ah Huang, utterly bewildered.

To his surprise, Ah Huang looked just as confused. As a Daoist himself, he’d never heard of the Ghost Dao—though he probably knew more about a certain “One Track Path”…

Still, anything that could so shock a Third Talisman Stage heretic must be truly extraordinary!

(End of the third part. Where are the recommendation votes?)