Author: hoenimochi (Page 33 of 95)

       The inhumane abuse on the stage continued, and Song Jun was horrified. He stood up again and tried to stop them but was knocked to the ground again by Ling Xiao.

       Ling Xiao stepped on Song Jun’s chest with the hard soles of his leather boots and asked the question again, “Are you really Chunjun?”

       Song Jun said, “What Chunjun?! I don’t know what you are talking about!”

       Ling Xiao stretched out a hand to raise Song Jun’s face, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, “He is very similar to Chunjun.”

       At this time, the tall man who brought Song Jun in came over and said, “Ling Xiao, you can see clearly. This man is really Chunjun, and I have seen him with Demon Zhen with my own eyes, and now Fengliu¹Feng Junyuan and Longshao²Long Xing and Yueya[/mfn]Xi Anling[/mfn] have appeared, and the person next to that old demon can only be Chunjun.”

       Ling Xiao’s expression was icy cold, and no one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he said, “Do you understand any of what I just said?”

       The man was stunned when he heard this.

       Ling Xiao said, “I have never seen Chunjun show such pure and kind eyes. How could the former best killing sword in the world become like this?”

       Song Jun still didn’t understand what they were talking about. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the stage. The young man had been whipped to the point of dying. Song Jun has heard of this kind of punishment in ancient times. People who have been flogged may or may not die, but he always believed that it was caused by wound infection due to a lack of medical conditions in ancient times. But today, he might have to see how a person was beaten to death with a whip.

       The boy was lying on the stage at this time, and the clothes on his back had become tattered, and the flesh and blood oozing out of it could be seen. Although his mouth was blocked, Song Jun could still hear his ragged gasps. There was a wheezing sound, and the rhythm of the breathing began to become slower and slower.

       The audience in the bar was very excited. At first, they were attracted by the commotion in Song Jun’s direction. Later, when they saw Ling Xiao catching the person, they all turned their attention back to the stage. At this time, some people were even whistling and cheering, and some shouted, “Kill him!”

       Song Jun looked back at Ling Xiao and said, “He is really going to die.”

       Ling Xiao said to him, “So what if he dies? You have been stained with the blood of so many people. Why are you so pretentious now? Is it possible that by ascending with Demon Zhen, you can really develop a bodhisattva heart?” Ling Xiao laughed out loud, “What a joke!”

       Song Jun looked confused. He had no idea what Ling Xiao was talking about, but he vaguely felt that it had something to do with him.

       At this time, the boy was grabbed by his legs and dragged towards the backstage.

       The stage lights were turned off and replaced with soft music, restoring the original atmosphere.

       Song Jun wondered if there was a way for him to escape after witnessing all this. Could he call the police? Would Xia Hongshen come to him if he found out that he was missing? Was there any way Long Xing could find out his whereabouts?

       While he was thinking anxiously, Ling Xiao grabbed him and threw him on the sofa next to him.

       Song Jun struggled to stand up when he suddenly saw the dying boy who had been whipped on the stage walking out from the backstage. He had changed into a set of clothes, and his whole body looked intact, without any trace of injury.

       Seeing his appearance, Song Jun was stunned.

       The young man also noticed Song Jun looking at him and walked towards this direction. Suddenly, he transformed into a golden fox and rushed towards Song Jun, wanting to bite him.

       As a result, Ling Xiao grabbed the back of its neck, threw it aside, and hit the drum kit next to the stage hard.

       The little fox turned over and stood up, baring his teeth.

       Ling Xiao shouted, “If you make trouble again, get out.”

       The little fox glanced at Ling Xiao, finally restrained his claws, and sat down to stare at Song Jun.

       Song Jun’s face turned pale with fright because he had seen Xiang Wenshi before, but now he finally reacted quickly and said, “A demon?”

       “Are you afraid of demons?” Ling Xiao sneered, “You have been with that old Demon Zhen for so long, and you are still afraid of demons?”

       Song Jun still shook his head, “I don’t understand what you are talking about?”

       Ling Xiao was about to speak when suddenly, the little fox sitting on the ground said, “He killed my brother!”

       Song Jun looked at the little fox. Although he knew he was a demon, he couldn’t help but ask in surprise, “He was clearly beaten up just now…”

       “It’s just an illusion,” Ling Xiao explained, “Xiang Wenxi doesn’t have any other abilities. He’s just good at illusion.”

       Song Jun looked at the little fox named Xiang Wenxi and asked, “Are you Teacher Xiang’s younger brother?”

       Ling Xiao snorted coldly, seeming to be very disdainful of Xiang Wenshi.

       Song Jun thought of another thing, “So you stole my mobile phone? You wanted to steal pieces of Thousand Years Lamp?”

       Before Ling Xiao could speak this time, he suddenly heard a fierce banging sound coming from the door of the bar.

       The originally noisy environment in the bar immediately became quiet. The guests all stood up and looked towards the door of the bar. Then they heard another noise, and it turned out that someone was banging on the door outside.

       Ling Xiao said, “Demon Zhen.”

       The whole bar suddenly became commotion because of these two words.

       Ling Xiao grabbed Song Jun and threw him at the little fox, saying, “Take him first!”

       The little fox grew taller and bigger than a person. It used its tail to wrap up Song Jun on its back like Xiang Wenshi had done before and ran towards the back of the stage.

       Song Jun only felt that the scenery in front of him was changing rapidly. He couldn’t see anything clearly at all. He only felt that the fur under his body was soft. He was being carried by this golden fox, and he didn’t know where he was running.

       After an unknown amount of time, the little fox stopped, slowly walked forward a few steps, loosened its tail, and let Song Jun roll to the ground.

       Song Jun’s stomach jolted, and he almost vomited.

       The little fox also turned into a human form. He reached out and grabbed a handful of shaggy golden hair on his head and pulled out the pendant around his neck from his collar. Song Jun saw that it was clearly a piece of Thousand Years Lamp, which had been used as a mobile phone chain before on his phone.

       “Where is this?” Song Jun asked, stroking his chest.

       Xiang Wenxi said, “This is an abandoned building in the north of the city, fenced off and waiting for demolition.”

       Song Jun stood up and found that the surrounding area was pitch black. It looked like an abandoned building, and the entire floor was very open. It might have been a large shopping mall or supermarket in the past.

       Until now, Song Jun didn’t know much about what happened except that the boy in front of him was a fox demon. He didn’t even know why he escaped with him.

       The surroundings were dark and terrifying.

       He asked Xiang Wenxi, “Why do we come here?”

       Xiang Wenxi stood quietly and said, “Waiting here for Ling Xiao to come over.”

       Song Jun was not willing to stay here and wait for Ling Xiao to come over. Because the surrounding was a completely closed environment, there was no light at all. He didn’t even know which direction to go.

       But he still tried to take a step and then heard Xiang Wenxi say, “Don’t move recklessly, or you might get trapped in my illusion.”

       “What illusion?” Despite asking, Song Jun still tried to take a step forward.

       At this time, he saw light coming from a distance.

       “Who is it?” Someone asked loudly from a distance while walking in the direction with a flashlight.

       Song Jun looked back at Xiang Wenxi and saw that Xiang Wenxi had not moved, so he took two steps in the direction of that person and asked, “Who are you?”

       The man walked closer and closer with a flashlight. Song Jun finally saw his appearance clearly. He was a simple middle-aged man. The man said, “I’m the gatekeeper. Who are you? This building is scheduled for demolition. Why did you come in? There’s nothing here!”

       Song Jun breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I’m sorry, I’m going out right now.”

       “Tsk!” the middle-aged man said, “I don’t know how you sneaked up here. Young people nowadays really think there is nothing here. What is there to do? Come on, follow me out!”

       Of course Song Jun would like someone to take him out.

       Looking back, Song Jun wanted to find Xiang Wenxi but found that he had disappeared.

       The middle-aged man urged him, “Let’s go quickly.”

       Song Jun hesitated, and asked the man, “Uncle, did you just see a young man with me?”

       When the middle-aged man heard this, he said, “Where is the young man? I only see you.”

       Song Jun said, “The one standing next to me.”

       The middle-aged man held up a flashlight and waved around, “There’s no one around. Don’t scare people by telling nonsense at night. I saw you were alone from the beginning to the end.”

       Xiang Wenxi was a demon, and Song Jun had not forgotten it. Compared with the demon, Song Jun felt that the uncle in front of him was more reliable. After hearing the middle-aged man’s urging again, Song Jun followed him forward.

       When they were far away, Xiang Wenxi appeared on the spot, looked at the direction Song Jun left and said, “I told you not to walk around casually.”

       Whether it was a supermarket or a shopping mall, it was surrounded by a completely closed environment. It was already night, and the lights from outside couldn’t penetrate at all.

       The road Song Jun could see was illuminated by the middle-aged people next to him holding flashlights.

       He didn’t know which direction they were walking in, but large shopping malls like this usually only had elevators, and the stairs were often in the corners of the shopping mall, making them not easy to find. The old shopping mall had a power outage, so of course, it was impossible to take the elevator downstairs. Maybe they could go down from the stopped elevator, but he didn’t know if it had been demolished, so the middle-aged man around him probably took him to the stairs to find the safe passage.

       “It’s so dark. How did you find your way up?” the middle-aged person asked. “Aren’t you afraid?”

       Song Jun didn’t know how to answer, so he had to say, “I originally had a flashlight, but it ran out of power just now.”

       The middle-aged man responded, “Oh… What’s so fun about this? You’re still a student, right? A middle school student?”

       “No, I’m a college student,” Song Jun was embarrassed to say that he was a graduate student.

       As the middle-aged man walked, the flashlight in his hand swayed up and down according to his walking posture. Song Jun could not see in the distance. He could only see the road ahead, which was full of dust and waste.

       The two people walked to a wooden door. If they expected correctly, there should be a safe passage behind this fire door.

       Song Jun was half a step behind the middle-aged man, and he waited for the middle-aged man to open the door.

       At this time, the middle-aged man said again, “It’s so dark. How did you find your way up? Aren’t you afraid?”

       Song Jun was about to answer him when he suddenly realised that this middle-aged man had only asked this question once before, and the content of the question was exactly the same as his previous question.

       After hesitating for a moment, Song Jun said, “My flashlight is out of power.”

       Then, he heard the middle-aged man say, “Oh… What’s so fun about this? You’re still a student, right? A middle school student?”

       After hearing these words, Song Jun’s arms were instantly covered with goosebumps. He slowly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man’s face.

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       Xia Hongshen clearly didn’t seem too concerned about the fact that Song Jun had lost the fragment of the Thousand Years Lamp he had worked hard to collect.

       Song Jun, however, was quite bothered by this because the item was lost while in his possession. Moreover, he noticed that lately, Xia Hongshen’s interests had changed into dilly-dallying with him. Song Jun felt very puzzled by this behaviour, as their relationship wasn’t like that. The constant hugging and touching felt almost like a form of harassment.

       Since Xia Hongshen didn’t seem to care, Song Jun thought of someone—Long Xing.

       Long Xing was a policeman, so finding a thief who stole mobile phones would not be a big problem.

       Song Jun gave Long Xing a call for this purpose. Long Xing asked him in detail the brand and model of his mobile phone, where he lost it, and who might have stolen it.

       Hearing his careful question, Song Jun also recalled the incident carefully, and suddenly, he remembered the young man who passed by him.

       Song Jun said, “When I was going out, a boy bumped into me. I don’t know if it was to steal my mobile phone.”

       Long Xing then asked him to recall the boy’s appearance and clothing.

       Song Jun thought for a while and told Long Xing everything he could recall. Long Xing then told him that he would check it out and asked him to just wait for the news.

       Two days later, Long Xing came to the Forensic Medicine building and told Song Jun that he had discovered something strange.

       “What?” Song Jun asked.

       Long Xing said, “I’ve asked quite a few people, but it seems that no one at the campus saw anyone matching the description of the young person you mentioned that day. I even checked the surveillance camera at the intersection ahead during the time you specified, and there was no young person with the characteristics you described passing through there.”

       Song Jun was a little disappointed.

       Long Xing said to him, “Let me check again. Most of these thieves are habitual thieves, and I’m sure they’ll do it again.”

       Song Jun thanked him and then said, “My mobile phone is actually not important. The important thing is that it has Senior Brother Xia’s Thousand Years Lamp fragments on it.”

       “Oh?” Long Xing was also a little surprised when he heard this, “Have you ever thought that that person might not have come to steal your phone but came for the Thousand Years Lamp?”

       Song Jun looked at him and suddenly felt a little terrified for some reason. If they were there for Thousand Years Lamp, then that person probably was not an ordinary person, and he didn’t know what kind of weird stuff it was.

       The place where the two met was in Xia Hongshen’s office. While they were talking, Xia Hongshen suddenly came in from outside.

       Today, there was a case for autopsy on the first floor. He didn’t take off his white coat, and there was still a trace of blood. When he walked in and saw Song Jun, he came over and hugged him.

       Song Jun was startled and disliked the fact that he was dirty, so he quickly wanted to push him away.

       When Long Xing saw Xia Hongshen, he happily shouted, “Teacher Xia!”

       Xia Hongshen reached out and touched Long Xing’s head and then continued to hold Song Jun, rubbing his face against the top of his head.

       Song Jun pushed him away with great strength and said, “I’m leaving first!” Then he ran out of Xia Hongshen’s office with a red face.

       Upon returning to the dormitory, Song Jun had no choice but to take off all his clothes and change. He thought to himself since it was Xia Hongshen’s stuff anyway, so he wasn’t in a hurry. He couldn’t figure out why he was in such a hurry, so he decided not to bother about it and let things be.

       However, losing a mobile phone was always a troublesome thing. After changing clothes, Song Jun sat in front of the computer, searching for a new mobile phone.

       In the evening, Song Jun went to the supermarket near the campus alone.

       He stood in front of the pet supplies counter, and Song Jun was in a daze. The little black cat seemed to have not come to him for a long time, and he didn’t know what it was doing…

       Song Jun picked up a bag of cat food, but he put it back afterwards. When he turned around, he saw the boy with curly yellow hair and fair skin again.

       The boy was carrying a backpack and seemed to be visiting the supermarket.

       As soon as he saw him, Song Jun followed him subconsciously. When he got closer, he stopped again, thinking that even if he rushed over, that guy probably wouldn’t admit that he had stolen his mobile phone.

       Song Jun kept chasing him after paying the bill and walking out of the supermarket. He didn’t expect to be able to stop him but just wanted to follow the man to see if he went back to campus. As long as he knew which dormitory he lived in, he could stop, tell Long Xing the situation and let Long Xing investigate.

       The young man didn’t seem to notice anyone following him. He came out of the supermarket and walked in the direction of the campus.

       Song Jun followed him at a close distance. One after another, they walked to the street at the south gate of the campus. This street was very lively every night. In addition to many restaurants, there were also a lot of bars and pubs, and the milk tea shop where Song Jun works was also on this street.

       Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the campus gate, Song Jun could confirm that the boy was a student of the campus, but he saw him standing at the door of the public toilet on the right side of the street and stopped.

       The boy looked up at the public toilet door for a while. Just when Song Jun thought he was going in, he walked into a small alley next to the public toilet.

       It was a dead end.

       Song Jun passes this street almost every day. He didn’t need to confirm it at all. He could definitely say that there was no road in that alley; it was just a dead end between the public toilet and a barber shop next to it.

       There were no lights in the alley, but it was not completely dark because there were tall street lights next to it.

       He cautiously leaned closer to take a look but found that there was no sign of the young man in the alley. The boy disappeared in this roadless alley.

       Unable to resist, Song Jun took a few steps towards the inside, wondering if the young man had noticed being followed and had jumped over the wall to enter the school directly from there. Suddenly, he noticed an iron gate at the end of the alley.”

       Was there ever a gate here? Song Jun found that he really couldn’t remember clearly.

       He stood there blankly for a while and made up his mind to turn around and leave immediately, but before he could leave, a tall man suddenly appeared behind him, put a hand on his shoulder and said, “What? Do you want to go in, classmate? Come with me.”

       Song Jun said, “I don’t…”

       The man’s hands were very strong, and he obviously didn’t listen to what Song Jun had to say. He only said two words, and the person already pulled him behind the iron gate.

       Inside the iron gate was a bar.

       It looked like a very ordinary bar, with people drinking and chatting. But it didn’t look like the bars that appeared around the campus because the people here didn’t look like students.

       There were a lot of people in the bar, and Song Jun felt less scared after he came in because, with so many people, there wouldn’t be any demons suddenly appearing.

       He turned to look at the man next to him and found that he was very tall, probably close to two meters tall, and very strong.

       The man smiled at him and patted his back, almost knocking him down.

       Many people in the bar looked in this direction and seemed a little surprised to see Song Jun. Some people asked, “Who is he? How did he get in?”

       The tall man said, “I brought him here.”

       Many gazes were directed in this direction. The man took Song Jun’s hand and walked forward, saying, “Where is Ling Xiao?”

       The bartender in front of the bar said, “There’s a show tonight. The boss is in the back explaining things.”

       The man smiled and said, “That’s great.” He grabbed Song Jun’s hand and walked to the table on the side to sit down. “Stay and watch the show.”

       Song Jun’s arm felt hurt from being pulled by him. At this time, he finally had the opportunity to ask, “Who are you? What on earth is this place?”

       The man crossed his legs, hugged his right knee with both hands and said to him, “The Bar.”

       Song Jun stood up, “I’m leaving.”

       But the man pulled him hard and said, “Sit down and watch the show.”

       Seeing the tension in the man’s muscular arms and the absence of a smile on his face, Song Jun felt a bit nervous. The man’s countenance appeared dark and serious. Suddenly, Song Jun turned his head and glanced at the bar once again.

       The bar still looked nothing special, with a small stage in the middle. At this time, all the guests’ attention fell on the stage in the middle, but at the same time, many people were paying attention to him.

       He felt like this was a small bar where the guests were all familiar with each other, but he was a stranger who had barged in for no reason, and everyone was wary of him.

       The performance was about to start. Song Jun didn’t know what kind of performance it would be, but he suddenly felt a little excited at this time.

       Before the performance officially started, a waiter came to Song Jun’s table. While looking at Song Jun, he whispered something in the man’s ear. The man waved his hand and said, “It’s okay, call Ling Xiao to come over later, he knows.”

       The waiter said nothing more, apologised and left.

       Song Jun asked softly at this time, “What kind of performance is it?”

       The man said to him, “Murder.”

       Song Jun was stunned when he heard this.

       At this time, the spotlight on the stage lit up, and the performance officially began. Song Jun saw a young man being pushed out of the stage with his eyes covered, his mouth gagged, and his hands and feet bound.

       The person was clearly the boy with yellow curly hair from before.

       Song Jun stood up in surprise and was pulled to sit down by the man next to him.

       Unable to calm down, he asked, “You want to kill him?”

       The man said, “I’m just watching the show, why are you so anxious!”

       Next, Song Jun saw another man go up to the stage. The man held a whip in his hand and slapped the boy hard on the face.

       Immediately, blood flowed from the young man’s face.

       Immediately afterwards, the whip in the man’s hand struck the young man’s body one after another. The young man groaned miserably, and soon, blood seeped out all over his body.

       Song Jun looked at this scene in disbelief, his hands trembling a little. He simply couldn’t believe that there was such a terrible and dehumanising performance just outside the campus separated by a wall. No. How could this called a performance? This was a massacre.

       He stood up again, and the man reached out to pull him. He grabbed the man’s arm and bit him hard.

       The man waved his hand, and Song Jun was pushed away by a strong force, and his body knocked over a table next door. Ignoring the pain and the commotion, he got up from the ground and rushed towards the stage. He wanted to stop the cruel performance from continuing.

       However, he still failed to go up. When he first stepped onto the stairs, he was stopped by a man. The man was wearing black clothes and pants, with strong features and a scar diagonally across one cheek.

       Song Jun was hugged directly by him, and he looked at each other face to face. He heard the man’s deep voice and asked doubtfully, “Chunjun?”

       The moment he heard these two words, Song Jun felt as if his head had been hit hard by something. Something surged up, but he couldn’t catch anything.

       However, the man immediately threw him away and said, “You are not Chunjun. How could Chunjun be like this?”

       Song Jun fell heavily to the ground.

       At this time, the man who brought Song Jun in came over and shouted, “Ling Xiao.”

       Ling Xiao, the man in black, looked towards him.

       The tall man leaned into his ear and said something unknown.

       Ling Xiao’s cold face showed a slightly surprised look, and then he looked at Song Jun and said, “Are you really Chunjun?”

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       For so many years, Wan Mingguang’s soul had possessed this oil lamp. It was unclear whether the lamp was driven by his resentment or if his resentment had been growing under the influence of the lamp.

       Did he hate it that much? He didn’t even know it himself. He actually didn’t want the whole village to be buried with him. He was satisfied watching these teenagers die one by one and watching the whole village suffer for this.

       If it weren’t for the sudden intrusion of people like Xia Hongshen, he wouldn’t be where he is now.

       He looked at the man standing in front of him. This man was his cousin. Since when had his cousin turned grey-haired and couldn’t even walk steadily? So much time had passed, but it was as if he was always trapped in that past and couldn’t get rid of it.

       Wan Mingguang looked at Song Jun. He had noticed him since these people entered the village. This young man had very abundant spiritual power, even more abundant than the oil lamp he possessed, which made him yearn for him. This young man also knew his past; he was very anxious now, and this young man was looking at him and trying to persuade him.

       The oil lamp had been extinguished, and Xia Hongshen’s finger touched the wick. He could take back this wick at any time, but at that time, he himself would lose his shelter, and even his soul would disappear from this world completely.

       Actually, he should have expected such a day. From the day he decided to take revenge, he had already seen his own ending.

       Wan Mingguang closed his eyes. His face was smooth and handsome, with soft lines. At the same time, the wailing villagers quieted down, the burning pain disappeared, and the blisters on their bodies also disappeared.

       The surrounding fog became thicker and thicker until the figures of the villagers were buried in the fog, and the figure of Wan Mingguang standing opposite Song Jun became indistinct.

       Wan Mingguang stopped, but Song Jun could still feel his resentment. He didn’t let go of his grudge; it was just a hopeless compromise.

       At this moment, the old man standing in front of Wan Mingguang suddenly knelt down and said to Xia Hongshen, “Please let my cousin go. He was killed and he is innocent.”

       It was a pity that Xia Hongshen didn’t feel compassion.

       The old man said, “He didn’t kill those people; they were all killed by me! In order to avenge him, I bribed the medium back then. I exploited the villagers’ fear of their ancestors, forcing them to kill and collect lamp oil. It wasn’t Mingguang’s doing; it was all my doing!”

       Song Jun looked at the old man in surprise, and Wan Mingguang’s eyes began to tremble.

       The old man said, “I will pay them with my life. Please let my cousin go!”

       When he finished speaking, he bumped his head against the pillar of the ancestral hall next to him. Blood immediately spread from his forehead. He closed his eyes, slid to the ground, and died immediately.

       Wan Mingguang watched all of this in a daze, just not saying a word.

       Xia Hongshen said, “Longshao.”

       The long whip was immediately retracted and transformed into Long Xing standing next to Xia Hongshen.

       Wan Mingguang’s body lost its restraints, but he still stood motionless.

       “Do you still resent?” Xia Hongshen asked him.

       Wan Mingguang didn’t answer. He just suddenly felt confused and overwhelmed and lost the purpose of continuing to survive.

       Xia Hongshen looked at his expression and nodded. He suddenly raised his hand, dispelling the fog that filled the sky and also dispersed the ghosts who wanted to swarm him.

       Song Jun grabbed Xia Hongshen’s arm nervously, and Xia Hongshen said, “Don’t worry, I won’t eat him.”

       Xia Hongshen raised the oil lamp in his hand and said to Wan Mingguang, “Come here.”

       Wan Mingguang’s body began to shake, and his soul was leaving the body, as if he felt the attraction from the direction of Xia Hongshen, and finally slowly floated over and possessed the oil lamp.

       The body of the young man possessed by Wan Mingguang also slipped to the ground and lost consciousness.

       Xia Hongshen placed a seal on the oil lamp, then threw it to Long Xing and asked him to put it away.

       Song Jun grabbed Xia Hongshen’s hand and didn’t let go, meaning to ask him what he planned.

       Xia Hongshen told Song Jun, “I will take him out of here.”

       Song Jun was relieved when he heard this.

       As for these villagers, although they did not die of fear and fire, they would pay for the lives of so many innocent teenagers they had killed.

       Because the roads were cleared overnight, when the sun climbed up the mountain, vehicles from the county public security bureau also drove into the mountain village.

       The elder of the village and his son supported the crazy wife and came to the police to surrender.

       The county public security bureau immediately reported the situation, and the city bureau promptly sent reinforcements. Guided by the elder of the village, they unearthed more than twenty sets of remains, all belonging to those who had lost their lives at a young age. Now, only bare bones remained.

       Song Jun and the others were sent down the mountain, mainly because Song Jun’s tongue was seriously injured and needed to go to the hospital for treatment.

       While Song Jun was undergoing treatment, Xia Hongshen called Yun Po and told him that there was big business on the mountain.

       Yun Po angrily exclaimed over the phone, “Screw your big deal! Have you paid up?”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Didn’t you accept Fengliu’s money last time?”

       Yun Po yelled, “Is that your money?”

       Xia Hongshen said expressionlessly, “Fengliu is mine. There’s no question about his money.” After saying that, Xia Hongshen hung up the phone.

       Long Xing went to the small supermarket outside the hospital and bought a few bottles of water. He then gave one bottle to each of them.

       Xi Anling took the milk tea she asked for. After twisting the lid for a long time without opening it, she stretched out her hand and handed it to Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen took it and unscrewed it for her, then gave it back to her.

       After waiting for a while, Song Jun came out of the treatment room. His tongue was anaesthetised and had stitches. Although it didn’t hurt so much now, it would be difficult to eat in the coming days.

       After leaving the hospital, they went to the Public Security Bureau to cooperate with the investigation.

       They all tacitly ignored Wan Mingguang’s incident and only said that they felt that the atmosphere in the village was not normal. Later, when they went to the ancestral hall on the mountain, they discovered lamp oil mixed with human fat and were besieged by the villagers.

       The matter was settled, and their car’s tires were changed, and they drove down the mountain. At that time, although it was late, Xia Hongshen decided to drive back, even if it was going to be midnight when they returned to the city.

       On the way back, Long Xing and Xia Hongshen took turns driving.

       Song Jun was sitting in the back seat. Because he couldn’t speak, he leaned on Xia Hongshen’s shoulder and fell asleep after getting in the car. Along the way, Xia Hongshen got out to switch seats with Long Xing and drove. Song Jun then leaned on Feng Junyuan’s shoulder, continuing to sleep. Fortunately, Feng Junyuan didn’t mind his presence.

       It was indeed midnight when they returned to the city. Long Xing showed his work ID to the security guard at the school gate and asked the security guard to open the door for him. He drove the car downstairs to Xia Hongshen’s dormitory.

       Song Jun was so sleepy that he didn’t even know the car had stopped. He woke up because Xia Hongshen directly picked him up and carried him out of the car.

       Song Jun woke up suddenly and struggled to get down.

       Xia Hongshen didn’t force him; he put him on the ground and said goodbye to Long Xing and the others.

       Song Jun also walked to the car and wanted to talk to Long Xing. Unfortunately, although the effect of the anaesthetic on his tongue was over, he still couldn’t speak very clearly.

       Long Xing said to him, “I know what you mean. Go back and rest early. I will see you again in a couple of days.”

       Song Jun nodded.

       He and Xia Hongshen returned to the dormitory together. In fact, they had been in the mountain for two days, and they hadn’t washed themselves properly. Now, they had time to take a comfortable bath, but Song Jun felt too tired. He thought about changing the sheets and comforter in the morning. Once back in the room, he lay down and fell asleep immediately. As for whether Xia Hongshen went straight to his own room or not, Song Jun had no recollection.

       The next day was already Tuesday, and he only had the second class in the morning.

       Song Jun woke up and saw that it was already past ten o’clock. Even if it was for the second class, he was still late. After some hesitation, he simply buried his head and fell asleep for a while.

       After getting up, Song Jun sat on the edge of the bed and was stunned for a moment. He thought of Wan Mingguang and wanted to know what Xia Hongshen was going to do with Wan Mingguang.

       Since he hadn’t had time to take a shower, Song Jun put on the dirty clothes from yesterday and went to Xia Hongshen’s room in his slippers to knock on the door. However, no one answered him after knocking for a while.

       Bu Hui suddenly opened the door of his room and poked his head out to see Song Jun, “You’re back, Junior Brother?”

       “Senior Brother Bu,” Song Jun called out. His tongue was still a little sore, and his words were slurred. “You didn’t go to the hospital?”

       Bu Hui nodded, “Senior Brother Xia went out early in the morning. Maybe he went to work in the teaching and research office.”

       After saying that, Bu Hui walked towards him, “What’s wrong, your mouth is hurt?”

       Song Jun opened his mouth and showed him her tongue.

       “Oh,” Bu Hui said, “this poor thing, don’t talk anymore. Rest well, and have some porridge for lunch.”

       Song Jun nodded.

       In the afternoon, Song Jun took off all the sheets and quilt covers, went to the school bathroom to shower, and threw all the dirty clothes and sheets and quilt covers into the laundry room.

       After tidying up, Song Jun planned to go to the lab and meet Xia Hongshen.

       He had just come out of the dormitory when a young man passed him by, and the two of them bumped into each other accidentally.

       “I’m sorry,” Song Jun apologised subconsciously. He turned to look at the boy and saw that his skin was very white, and his hair was curly and dyed yellow. At first glance, he looked like a mixed race.

       The young man also looked at him and left without saying anything.

       Song Jun continued to walk to the Forensic Medicine building. He found Xia Hongshen in the office upstairs, knocked on the door, walked in, and asked, “Senior Brother Xia, how are you going to deal with Wan Mingguang’s matter?”

       Xia Hongshen didn’t answer, turned the swivel chair to face him, and waved for him to come over.

       Song Jun walked over and stood in front of him.

       Xia Hongshen said, “Open your mouth.”

       Song Jun opened his mouth.

       Xia Hongshen looked at the wound on his tongue and wanted to lick it for him.

       Song Jun didn’t know what he was thinking, so he asked again, “Will Wan Mingguang be punished?”

       Xia Hongshen suddenly reached out and hugged him, let him sit on his lap, rubbed his face against Song Jun’s neck, and said, “He did something wrong. Shouldn’t he be punished?”

       Song Jun felt that this position was extremely inappropriate! But he was a little reluctant to part away from Xia Hongshen as he felt Xia Hongshen rubbing his neck. He hesitated and then asked, “What kind of punishment should he receive? Although he did something wrong, in that situation, if it were me, I would probably retaliate like crazy.”

       Xia Hongshen asked him, “Then what do you think is appropriate?”

       Song Jun said, “I don’t know, at least it shouldn’t be too harsh a punishment.”

       Xia Hongshen thought for a while and said, “I gave him to Yun Po and asked him to take him back to the temple. He was suppressed in the temple, chanted Buddha’s name, practised, and washed away his sins.”

       Song Jun was a little surprised when he heard this, “Is it possible?”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Yeah.”

       The spiritual power imbued in the wick of the Thousand Years Lamp over the years persisted even after removing the wick. The lamp itself now possessed spiritual energy. Wan Mingguang’s ghost was attached to the oil lamp. All that was needed was to hand it over to Yun Po to take back to the temple. After his cultivation and merits were complete, perhaps they could guide him to another reincarnation.

       Song Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what Xia Hongshen said. He suddenly became concerned about their position. He was worried about what he would think if someone came in suddenly.

       He thought it was time to find an excuse to leave, so he reached for his phone to check the time, but when he reached into his pocket, he found that the phone was not there at all.

       Song Jun was taken aback and rummaged through several of his pockets, but he was pretty sure he had taken his cell phone with him when he went out because he stood in the corridor and checked the time when he closed the door.

       He lost his cell phone!

       Losing a phone wasn’t a huge deal; it wasn’t valuable, and the model was outdated. However, what concerned him was the phone charm Xia Hongshen had given him – it was a fragment of the Thousand Years Lamp!

       Song Jun simply didn’t dare to look at Xia Hongshen. He was afraid that Xia Hongshen would be angry if he found out about this. The piece of Thousand Years Lamp he worked so hard to find was now lost again due to his own carelessness.

       But it was impossible not to say anything. Song Jun finally made up his mind and said to Xia Hongshen, “It’s over. I lost my phone.”

       Unexpectedly, Xia Hongshen had no reaction.

       Song Jun then added, “The fragments of Thousand Years Lamp are still hanging on the mobile phone…”

       Xia Hongshen finally gave a ‘hmm’, “I know.”

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       Song Jun suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Junyuan’s neck. He opened his eyes wide, full of hatred; his face turned blue, and his nails gradually turned black.

       Feng Junyuan tried hard to pry off his fingers and shouted with difficulty, “Song Jun—”

       Long Xing came forward to help hold Song Jun but found that he was so strong that he couldn’t pull him away at all.

       The oil lamp that had been extinguished suddenly started burning again and the air was filled with a thick smell of burning human fat, making people gag.

       Xi Anling pressed her body against the door. She felt the people outside banging on the wooden door behind her as if they could push the door open at any time. She suddenly asked hurriedly, “What should I do?”

       The smell of burning grease was getting stronger and stronger. It was obviously just a small oil lamp, but for some reason, the temperature in the entire ancestral hall began to rise. Xi Anling had her back pressed against the wooden door, but suddenly, she couldn’t lean on it anymore. She stood up straight and said, “It’s strange. This wood is hot.”

       “Hahaha!” Song Jun suddenly laughed loudly.

       Feng Junyuan’s face turned a little pale. Long Xing reached out and grabbed Song Jun’s neck, twisting hard to make him let go. Unexpectedly, Song Jun seemed not to be affected at all and still strangled Feng Junyuan’s neck.

       Seeing this, Xia Hongshen stretched out a hand and grabbed it with five fingers. Song Jun’s expression changed, and his body couldn’t help but bump towards Xia Hongshen.

       Feng Junyuan covered his neck, bent over, and coughed violently.

       Long Xing stretched out his hand to support him, “Are you okay?”

       Feng Junyuan shook his head.

       At this time, Song Jun had fallen into Xia Hongshen’s hands. He wanted to struggle, but Xia Hongshen easily restrained his movements. He held him in front of his chest with one hand and pinched his chin with the other hand to force him to raise his head and say over Song Jun’s head, “What are you going to do?”

       Song Jun smiled wildly, “I want the entire village to be buried with me!”

       “What a strong hatred,” Xia Hongshen said in his calm tone.

       Song Jun said, “It’s useless for you to catch me. Do you feel it? This ancestral hall will burn down soon. Since you won’t leave, just stay and be buried with them.”

       Xi Anling heard this and said angrily, “We have nothing to do with you!”

       Song Jun sneered and said nothing.

       The villagers outside the ancestral hall also smelled the greasy smell. One person asked strangely, “What’s going on? I feel very uncomfortable.”

       Hearing this, the old man standing at the front opened his sleeves and touched his arms with his fingers. He felt an indescribable greasiness as if someone had applied a layer of grease on his body.

       “It’s so hot!” someone said.

       The old man also noticed it. He took a step forward and reached out to touch the door of the ancestral hall. He felt that the place he touched seemed to be burning. He suddenly became agitated and choked up while standing in front of the door. He stretched out his hand to push the door open, but then he calmed down and said, “Don’t be nervous, everyone. Wait here. The ancestors of the Wan family will definitely bless us.”

       In the ancestral hall, Xia Hongshen said to the person in his arms, “Leave his body.”

       Song Jun’s hands were controlled and unable to move, so he bit his tongue hard and soon blood overflowed from his mouth, but he maintained a weird smile on his face.

       Xia Hongshen finally frowned, raised Song Jun’s face, and kissed his lips.

       The ghost of Wan Mingguang, who possessed Song Jun, felt a terrible force attracting him. He did not dare to stay in Song Jun’s body; otherwise, he would become Xia Hongshen’s food, so he chose to leave Song Jun at that moment.

       The first thing Song Jun felt when he regained consciousness was pain. His tongue hurt so much that he couldn’t even speak. At the same time, he felt someone kissing him. After a trance, he discovered that the person kissing him was Xia Hongshen.

       He was licking his tongue gently. It seemed that it was not as painful as it was at the beginning, and the blood did not continue to flow. It was very warm and comfortable.

       Song Jun subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but suddenly he heard Long Xing cough twice. He suddenly came back to his senses and realised where he was.

       What happened? Song Jun distanced himself from Xia Hongshen and opened his mouth to ask but found that his tongue hurt badly when he tried to speak. Even though the blood stopped flowing, there were still blood stains everywhere on the corners of his mouth.

       Although Xia Hongshen left Song Jun’s lips, his kiss immediately fell on the tip of Song Jun’s nose and forehead, like a gentle comfort.

       Song Jun realised that everyone was still looking at them, and even though he was still weak, he couldn’t help but want to blush.

       Xi Anling turned away angrily and pursed her lips.

       Feng Junyuan had caught his breath by this point and said, “Where did that evil ghost go?”

       However, Xia Hongshen was still holding Song Jun and touching his face with his lips. Song Jun couldn’t help but push him away and wanted to call out senior brother, but his tongue was so painful that he couldn’t speak.

       “Outside,” Xia Hongshen said suddenly.

       “Ah?” Xi Anling was a little surprised and looked out the door.

       Xia Hongshen said, “He wanted to burn all these villagers here.”

       Song Jun shuddered when he heard the words. He wanted to speak but couldn’t say anything. When Wan Mingguang possessed him, he saw Wan Mingguang’s past memories with his own eyes. He knew that he was innocent and pitiful. He was full of hatred for these people, but the village had already killed so many young people because of him, and it would be too cruel to drag an entire village to die with him.

       He couldn’t express his emotions, so he could only grab Xia Hongshen’s shirt and shake it, signalling Xia Hongshen to find a way to stop Wan Mingguang.

       Seeing his anxious expression, Xia Hongshen raised her hand and called out, “Yueya¹crescent moon.”

       No one else reacted. Xi Anling was startled, and then she felt that her body could not help but fly towards Xia Hongshen’s hand. When it landed in Xia Hongshen’s hand, Xi Anling had turned into a bell. It was a bell in the shape of a crescent moon, and the small round piece struck the curved metal crescent moon, emitting a clear and crisp sound.

       Xia Hongshen shook the crescent bell in his hand, and the sound spread far and echoed throughout the small mountain village.

       Song Jun looked at Xia Hongshen in surprise and wanted to ask what it was, but when he opened her mouth, he covered his mouth in pain.

       But Long Xing noticed Song Jun’s reaction, so he kindly asked for him, “What can this bell do?”

       Xia Hongshen simply said two words, “Calling Souls.”

       The crescent bell was used to summon spirits. Xia Hongshen rang the bell gently, and the sound of the bell spread throughout the mountain village. The lonely ghosts wandering around the mountain village all began to gather in this direction.

       These ghosts were living sacrifices that had been killed by the villagers over the years, and the grease that was extracted for burning in oil lamps.

       In fact, these dead teenagers were no longer the young people who persecuted Wan Mingguang back then. These people were innocent children, but they were deprived of their lives because of Wan Mingguang’s hatred that was stagnant in those years.

       Their ghosts lingered around this mountain village for many years until Xia Hongshen and the others appeared.

       It was the ghosts of these teenagers who caused the accident and made them be left behind when going down the mountain. They hoped that someone could stay and save the village so that no more people would be killed.

       No one knew when the thin fog would become thick again. The villagers surrounding the ancestral hall feel more and more hot. Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “My body is blistered!”

       The man stretched out his hand, and there were two blisters on his arm, which clearly looked like he had been burned by the high temperature. However, everyone only felt hot and did not feel the temperature of being burned at all.

       Next, another man also found that his skin was burned. He shouted loudly, saying that there was something strange here and that his ancestors were angry, and rushed down the mountain.

       The old man leading the crowd was still telling everyone to calm down, but someone found that his white beard had been burnt.

       The man who had just rushed down the mountain broke into a heavy fog, but soon he came back from the fog. There was no way down the mountain. He ran straight forward, and in the end, he could only return to a small area near this ancestral hall.

       At this time, everyone started to panic.

       Someone said, “Those people offended the gods, kill them!”

       Others also chanted, “Kill them!”

       A group of people rushed to break down the door of the ancestral hall, but as soon as their bodies touched the wooden door of the ancestral hall, their skin started to burn.

       In addition to the old man, a young man stood in the crowd, looking at these crazy people expressionlessly.

       Suddenly, the door of the ancestral hall was opened from the inside. As soon as they saw Xia Hongshen at the entrance, those people rushed forward, but Xia Hongshen held a silver whip in his hand. With a gentle flick, the whip struck the ground, producing a crisp sound and raising a cloud of dust.

       Others wanted to rush forward, but Xia Hongshen’s long whip struck their arm. They immediately felt bone-piercing pain and rolled on the ground holding their arms.

       For a moment, everyone stared at Xia Hongshen warily, and no one dared to approach.

       Except for the young man standing quietly in the corner, who made no move, Xia Hongshen wouldn’t let him off. Xia Hongshen gently extended his hand forward, and the silver whip in his hand suddenly elongated, tightly binding the young man’s body, rendering him unable to move.

       He saw the young man struggling, and suddenly, his appearance changed, turning into a handsome man, and his clothes changed into a long gown.

       No one in the village knew who he was except the old man. When he looked at the young man, he suddenly knelt down with tears in his eyes and shouted, “Cousin.”

       Wan Mingguang struggled but was still unable to break free from the shackles of the whip, so he looked up to the sky and laughed, saying, “No one can escape today anyway, so stay and die together!”

       “Cousin!” An old man knelt on the ground and rushed toward Wan Mingguang, hugging his legs.

       Wan Mingguang didn’t look at him, just maintained a cold smile on his face.

       Xia Hongshen suddenly said, “I’m afraid you won’t get what you want.”

       After he finished speaking, Song Jun came out of the ancestral hall with an oil lamp in his hand. Seeing Wan Mingguang, Song Jun suddenly felt heartache. Perhaps it was because when he was possessed by Wan Mingguang, the memory was so painful that it was still difficult to get rid of it. He wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but he couldn’t say a word. He could only shake his head at Wan Mingguang.

       Xia Hongshen said, “You are just using the wick spiritual power of the Thousand Years Lamp to do evil. Without this wick, you are just an evil ghost with a grudge. How much power do you have to cause trouble?”

       Wan Mingguang watched Song Jun hand the oil lamp to Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen waved his hand, and the oil lamp went out.

       “Without the wick of the Thousand Years Lamp, there are countless unjust souls in this village waiting to seek revenge on you. Do you have the ability to confront so many spirits? I think it would be more satisfying to let me devour you,” Xia Hongshen said.

       As soon as he finished speaking, cries and wails echoed around the hill, full of sorrow and lamentation. It wasn’t just the countless youths who had been victimized; it also included the endless resentment left by parents who had lost their sons.

       At this time, Song Jun pulled Xia Hongshen’s sleeve and shook his head vigorously.

       Xia Hongshen turned around and saw that the corner of Song Jun’s mouth was still stained with blood, so he leaned over and licked it gently.

       The old man held Wan Mingguang’s legs and stood up with difficulty. He stood in front of Wan Mingguang and said, “What are you going to do to my cousin?”

       The surrounding villagers became more and more anxious, but they did not dare to come near due to the power of the whip in Xia Hongshen’s hand. Someone was already screaming and tearing his hair because he thought it was about to catch fire.

       Song Jun also felt uncomfortably hot, and sweat dripped down his face. He had something to say but couldn’t say it out. He was so anxious that he almost vomited blood.

       Xia Hongshen suddenly said, “He told you to stop.”

       Song Jun was stunned and looked at Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen continued, “He said that so many people have died. The children and grandchildren of those who killed you have also died because of you. Your revenge has been avenged. There is no need to bring the entire village to be buried with you.”

       Song Jun nodded vigorously and looked at Wan Mingguang.

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