Squeak—
The sound wasn't loud, but it felt as if it were right by one's ear, and it carried a cunning quality that made one feel uncomfortable.
Since the sound came from the doorway, not only I but also the villagers who were mocking me turned their gaze towards the courtyard gate, wondering what would come next.
Without Bai Ling'er's translation, I couldn't understand what Huang San was saying. However, judging by the sound, it seemed he was coming to help, though I didn't know what benefits he would demand afterward.
Clang—
The courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside, flying out two meters before landing on the ground. A yellow light shone in from the doorway, appearing somewhat dazzling, but thankfully, it was bearable.
Following that, a short figure appeared within the yellow light. He walked with a sway, looking much like a child who had just celebrated their birthday, learning to walk, or perhaps like a duck.
Others didn't know what this was, but I knew perfectly well. Huang San, who was as obedient as a grandson in front of Bai Ling'er, actually put on such a grand display in front of others, completely forgetting how he had roasted meat for Bai Ling'er.
However, I couldn't say this out loud, as I still needed his help to extract the evil spirit from Gou Danzi. If I angered him and he left, this show today couldn't be concluded.
Squeak—
As Huang San walked in like a human, standing on his hind legs with his front paws behind him, stretching his long neck and shaking his head, a commotion erupted inside the house.
There were cries, shouts, and doors being slammed shut. The most unfortunate was undoubtedly the village chief. Being older, his reaction speed was naturally slower than others. He could only helplessly bang on the door, cursing the people inside, "You ungrateful brats, hurry up and open the door for me! This is my house..."
Unfortunately, the people inside were as stubborn as turtles eating lead ingots and refused to open the door. The lights inside were all extinguished, and even the curtains were drawn, giving the impression that no one was home and should not be disturbed.
I was completely baffled by their actions. What was going on? Although Huang San had learned to act quite human-like, he was still a weasel. What was there to be afraid of? He wasn't afraid of the evil spirit possessing Gou Danzi, so why was he afraid of him?
As soon as Huang San appeared, Gou Danzi, who had been so arrogant moments ago, immediately cowered. However, with a pair of blood-red eyes filled with unwillingness, he said, "We are both wild spirits. You're not helping me deal with these Yin people, but instead, you're dealing with me. Do you still consider yourself a wild spirit?"
Facing Gou Danzi's questioning, Huang San first squeaked twice. Seeing that I had no reaction, he then turned his gaze to the village chief. A wisp of yellow light shot from his eyes, and the village chief became listless and vacant. Simultaneously, a middle-aged man's voice spoke from the village chief's mouth.
"If you were truly a wild spirit, fine. Do I need to spell out what you are? To establish a shrine, you must first pay respects to the mountain gate and invite the shrine. You, however, have skipped a step and are using underhanded tactics to enter the village. You clearly don't have much respect for others!"
Gou Danzi's eyes reddened, and he said fiercely, "I know what I am. I just want to take a shortcut. Relying on old rules like you would take ages! Now that he's finally gone, it's first come, first served. Don't talk about all that nonsense."
"It seems I have no choice but to act," Huang San's voice turned grim. As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow light shot from his eyes, hitting Gou Danzi directly.
Bang bang—
Sounds like metal clashing echoed from Gou Danzi's body. He staggered back five or six steps, his face contorted in pain, and a large amount of blood flowed from his mouth, mixed with frothy blood.
Seeing this, I thought, this isn't good. I thought calling out Huang San would quickly force the evil spirit out of Gou Danzi, and then I could deal with it as I pleased. But now, it seemed that before the evil spirit could be forced out, Gou Danzi would be beaten to death by Huang San.
Seeing Huang San about to attack again, I rushed forward and stood in front of him. He looked at me with his small eyes filled with confusion, and Huang San's voice spoke again from the village chief's mouth. Sudan Novel Network
"Mr. Xiao Song, what do you mean by this?" Although he still called me Mr. Xiao Song, his voice carried a hint of displeasure.
I quickly explained, "Huang San, I don't care if you fight the evil spirit, but you can't beat the person to death while forcing the evil spirit out of Gou Danzi! If you kill him, I think your cultivation will have reached its limit. Don't blame me if I tell Bai Ling'er and she turns against you."
I didn't know the exact relationship between Bai Ling'er and Huang San, but judging by appearances, Huang San seemed to fear Bai Ling'er. Otherwise, why would a wild spirit who had achieved some cultivation lower himself to roast meat for Bai Ling'er?
After all, although he had "hands and feet," they were not as agile as a human's, making some tasks incredibly difficult.
Upon hearing this, Huang San involuntarily stroked his whiskers with his claws, pondered for a moment, and said, "Later, when I call you, cover your nose. Whether you can catch that little thing then depends on you."
I quickly nodded in agreement, but what did covering my nose mean? Was Gou Danzi going to sneak attack me and hit my nose?
As soon as I agreed, Huang San circled around me and stood up. He was less than a meter tall. He circled Gou Danzi, darting here and there, creating a cacophony of sounds.
Gou Danzi also flailed his hands, trying to grab Huang San. He was already injured, and with Huang San's small and slender body, it was harder than reaching heaven to catch him.
Seeing that he couldn't catch Huang San for a long time and had sustained more injuries, Huang San's attacks, though not as forceful as the first one, still left him bleeding profusely from bites. A faint black mist flowed out with the blood.
"Huang San, that's enough. Don't force me to fight to the death." Gou Danzi, after dodging Huang San's attempt to bite his face, spoke out.
"Fight to the death? You? Let me see how you plan to fight to the death?" Huang San stood not far from Gou Danzi, with his front paws behind his back, adopting an attitude of a grandfather teaching his grandson, which looked exceptionally comical.
"Don't forget, I'm possessing a living person. If you kill me, he won't survive either. You should think carefully."
Huang San turned his head, spat on the ground like a human, and said, "What does his death have to do with me? I'm helping the Yin Gu Master. Even if I commit murder, the damage to my Yin virtue won't be attributed to me. You might as well fight to the death!"
My mind was racing. Damn it, you can't say that in front of me! Isn't this treating me like a gullible fool?
Just as I finished cursing Huang San in my mind, I heard him say, "Quickly cover your mouth and nose, and absolutely do not breathe."
"What did you say?"
Because I had been cursing him in my mind, I hadn't paid attention to what he said. But by the time I reacted, a dizzying and nauseating stench drilled straight into my head.
Terrified, I quickly held my breath. I saw yellow smoke rising from where Gou Danzi had been standing, looking like sulfur. Gou Danzi inside swayed twice and then fell to the ground with a thud.
Squeak—
Huang San let out an urgent series of squeaks.
It was then that I remembered my agreement with Huang San. As soon as Gou Danzi fell, a gray rat, the size of a house cat, poked its head out from Gou Danzi. Seeing me, it squeaked and bolted.
I sneered in my heart. I couldn't deal with you while you were inside Gou Danzi's body, but now that you've appeared in ghost form, if I let you escape, I, the Yin Gu Master, should pack up and go out of business.
"Xuan Yang Tian Gang Jue, Tian Tui Yin."
I formed a hand seal, and a golden light shot from my palm, hitting the rat that had just leaped onto the wall and knocking it down.
Just as I was about to ask Huang San what method he had used, that nauseating and dizzying smell flooded my nose again. I felt a wave of dizziness, and my heart sank. How could this be worse than fermented herring? What on earth was it? Could it be...