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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