All the ghosts in the room shivered and cried out in fear when they saw me crush the Qing Dynasty male ghost before me.
Wu Jing stared at me, dumbfounded and disbelieving.
But Lao Mo and I acted as if nothing had happened.
Among the ghosts we dealt with, this old Qing Dynasty ghost was clearly the easier one to handle.
Looking at the dissipating Qing Dynasty male ghost, shrouded in wisps of smoke.
Although not particularly fierce, it should still provide some lamp oil to extend my life.
I focused on the purple bone vine on my wrist that symbolized lifespan.
But strangely, after I killed this male ghost,
I didn't see any "white energy" or "bai hua" enter the purple bone vine.
Even the lifespan-gathering inscription within the purple bone vine didn't activate…
This was highly irregular, considering.
Whether it was the Ghost Shou Qian from before or the current purple bone vine bracelet.
The lifespan-gathering inscription carved on it would always activate every time I killed a ghost.
This was directly linked to my birth date and time.
Whether it was the ghosts killed in the Soul Ghost Domain, the ghost slaves in the Black Demon Palace, or the red-skinned fire ghosts in the Second Factory.
Every kill, the death of the ghost's Yin Sha would always be accompanied by a fleeting flash of bai hua.
But this time, it didn't.
Thinking of this, my brow furrowed instantly.
Strange, this was not normal.
Which meant there was a problem.
Lao Mo clearly hadn't noticed anything unusual. He surveyed the entire inner hall and said coldly:
"Old Qin!
How should we deal with these little ghosts?
From my perspective, none of these ghosts are good.
Shall we slaughter them all and add to your lamp oil?"
But my mind was elsewhere.
These little ghosts were merely wandering spirits.
Killing them or not made little difference.
They weren't malevolent or vengeful ghosts, so they wouldn't add much lamp oil…
I was more concerned about the fact that the lifespan-gathering inscription hadn't activated after I crushed the Qing Dynasty male ghost.
There were only two possible reasons for this situation.
First, my purple bone vine lifespan bracelet was broken, and the lifespan-gathering inscriptions inside were all invalidated.
Therefore, it couldn't absorb the lifespan of ghosts.
Second, the Qing Dynasty male ghost wasn't dead at all.
Because it wasn't dead, I couldn't get any ghost lifespan lamp oil.
Obviously, I didn't believe the first possibility.
My purple bone vine was only made a few days ago, and it was meticulously crafted by my uncle-master.
The purple bone vine was tough, unbreakable even by a knife.
It broke in just a few days? Absolutely impossible.
Although I didn't know why, or what method or illusion the ghost used.
The answer was obvious.
That ghost wasn't dead; it escaped, disappearing right under our noses…
With this thought,
I immediately responded:
"Don't bother with the little ones for now. That old Qing Dynasty ghost seems to be alive.
It slipped away under our noses using some unknown method!"
As I spoke, I picked up my peach wood sword and walked directly towards the two half-dead Qing Dynasty strongman ghosts.
Lao Mo was stunned when he heard this:
"N-not dead?
Didn't you just crush him into dust moments ago?
We were all watching!"
Lao Mo was also confused.
What my eyes saw was the same as what Lao Mo saw.
But rational judgment told me that our eyes had deceived us:
"The purple bone vine didn't collect any ghost lifespan, so that old Qing Dynasty ghost must have used some trick…"
My tone turned cold.
At the same time, holding my peach wood sword, I had already reached the two Qing Dynasty strongman ghosts.
One was on the verge of dissipating, extremely weak.
The other was severely injured, groaning and unable to get up.
Holding the peach wood sword, without a word, I thrust it towards the dying Qing Dynasty strongman ghost.
I wanted to use him as an experiment to confirm my suspicion.
Seeing me stab him, the dying ghost's face filled with terror:
"N-no…"
Before he could finish, I unhesitatingly pierced the ghost gate with my sword.
His voice was cut short.
His body exploded with a "bang," emitting wisps of smoke and dissipating into nothingness.
And this time, I saw a wisp of white energy being drawn into the purple bone vine amidst the smoke.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Indeed! My judgment was perfectly correct."
Then, I turned to Lao Mo and said:
"Lao Mo, I am now certain that the old Qing Dynasty ghost is not dead.
He escaped using some method.
But he's definitely nearby.
Take the Qian Kun Bag and collect these little ghosts, don't let any of them escape.
Then use the Zhi Sha Luo Pan to check for any malevolent energy."
I spoke quickly.
Lao Mo's expression immediately turned serious upon hearing this.
But our cooperation was seamless, and Lao Mo trusted my judgment.
Without any hesitation or delay,
He directly pulled out a burlap bag adorned with Yin-Yang Bagua symbols from his tool pouch.
This bag looked ordinary, but every hemp thread inside was specially made.
Woven by hand according to the Bagua and Nine Palaces arrangement.
It could trap ghosts, cover ghosts, and hold ghosts.
Lao Mo, holding the Qian Kun bag, looked at the more than a hundred little ghosts in the room.
These little ghosts were all low-level wandering spirits, likely drawn by the old Qing Dynasty ghost to work for him for free.
They had little to no cultivation, merely serving as cannon fodder, impersonating gamblers to deceive the living.
Here, they only bullied ordinary people.
Facing us now, they were completely outmatched.
Lao Mo glared, his five-elemental pressure terrifying these ghosts into trembling fear and anxiety.
Lao Mo opened the Qian Kun bag and shouted at these ghosts:
"If you don't want to die, get in here immediately.
Otherwise, don't blame this Daoist priest for being impolite…"
As Lao Mo spoke, his Daoist aura vibrated.
The intense pressure caused these little ghosts to panic, facing a severe threat to their lives.
Between life and death, some ghosts quickly made their choice.
"D-Daoist master, I… I'll go in…"
A bald, middle-aged male ghost spoke.
He stepped forward, his body transforming into white mist and entering the bag.
With one leading, others followed suit.
"I'll go in too!"
"Daoist master, I'll go in too!"
"…"
For a moment, a chilling wind swept through the main hall of the Ming Building with a "whoosh."
Under Lao Mo's intimidation, those little ghosts all transformed into white smoke and entered the Qian Kun bag.
In the blink of an eye, the bag was filled with a hundred ghosts.
Lao Mo looked at the bulging bag, cinched it with his hand, and then tied it with a hemp rope.
He took out a town-sha talisman and stuck it on the mouth of the Qian Kun bag.
He threw it to the nervous and anxious Wu Jing:
"Take care of this group of little ghosts.
Deal with them later, don't let them escape."
Wu Jing instinctively reached out, but his face turned pale with fear.
However, he still nodded tremblingly:
"O-okay!"
As he spoke, out of sheer nervousness, he dropped the Qian Kun bag on the ground.
Perhaps due to the number of ghosts packed inside,
Faintly, one could hear sounds like "ouch" coming from within.
Lao Mo paid no attention and quickly took out a Luo Pan.
The Zhi Sha Luo Pan is slightly different from ordinary Feng Shui Bagua plates.
It has some special inscribed runes.
Through special incantations, the pointer can identify the source of subtle malevolent energy within a small, hard-to-detect range.
My master and uncle-master had used it before.
I couldn't use it before due to my low cultivation, but now it was no problem.
While Lao Mo was collecting the ghosts and taking out the Luo Pan,
I had already reached the second Qing Dynasty strongman ghost. Seeing the ghost's severely injured and weak state,
Without any pity, I thrust my sword into its leg.
Ghost blood splattered.
The ghost cried out in pain, clutching its thigh:
"Ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts…"
I looked at him coldly and asked fiercely:
"Tell me, where is your boss?"