Chapter 2: Thunder strikes the world, and the red-clothed man demands death!
Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, forty-nine days passed.

This night.

Suddenly, a series of strange thunderstorms occurred in the sky above Hangzhou.

Lightning bolts as thick as bowls kept falling from the sky and escaping into the barren mountains, as if a god was sending down thunder as a punishment to prevent some evil creature from being born in the mountain.

But the weird thing is.

Whenever lightning struck, it would be blocked by a layer of blood mist on the mountain, making the falling thunder and lightning return in vain.

at the same time.

On Mount Longhu, thousands of miles away.

In a magnificent ancestral temple.

An old Taoist in purple who was sitting on a cushion in meditation seemed to suddenly sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dry thunder kills evil, such a strong evil spirit, could it be that there is another evil spirit in this world?"

Zhang Tiandao stood up and looked towards the south with an extremely solemn expression.

As the 65th generation Purple Robe Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, he can sense whenever a powerful evil spirit appears in the world.

And every time I sense that an evil spirit has been born.

They would send disciples from Mount Longhu down the mountain to subdue them.

This is the responsibility of their Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master lineage.

But this time.

The resentment he sensed in the south seemed unusually strong.

The evil spirit that can cause drought thunder is definitely not an ordinary thing.

After thinking it over again and again.

Zhang Tiandao called over his most proud disciple.

He decided to let his eldest disciple go down the mountain to deal with the matter.

The opponent is a yellow-robed Taoist priest who is proficient in several Taoist arts inherited from Mount Longhu. Ordinary ghosts and monsters are no match for him.

the other side.

Inside the Shangqing Temple in the suburbs of Hangzhou.

A middle-aged Taoist priest who was sleeping soundly suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

Zhao Degang wiped the cold sweat from his face, stood up, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

He just saw in his dream the girl who was sacrificed alive by him more than a month ago.

The other person was wearing red clothes and came to claim their lives.

Taoists don't dream easily.

Especially nightmares.

If he did, it must be that an evil spirit was targeting him.

"strangeness."

"I clearly sealed her soul with a mahogany nail. Logically, she shouldn't have turned into a ghost to take my life."

Zhao Degang stood there for a while, looking a little dazed.

He felt that he must have provoked something unclean.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

at this time.

A strange laugh suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Uncle, why did you tie me up?"

"Uncle, it hurts~"

"Uncle, please don't hurt Qiao'er. Qiao'er is still waiting for her father to come back."

Zhao Degang suddenly froze.

He was very familiar with this voice; it was what the girl had said before she was sacrificed alive.

Sudden.

Zhao Degang saw a little girl in red clothes and disheveled hair hanging on the beam of his room.

The other person's head was hanging down.

Through the messy hair, he saw a pair of eyes without pupils, which seemed to be staring at him.

Zhao Degang swallowed hard.

"Little girl, I was also forced to do this."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. The person you are looking for is not me, but Wang Zhennan, the Lord of Hangzhou City. He forced me to do this."

As he whispered softly, he carefully bit the tip of his left index finger with his teeth.

The bright red blood slowly flowed out and dripped onto the yellow paper that had been prepared at the feet.

Followed by.

He turned around quickly, stretched out his right hand like lightning to the bedside, and grasped the peach wood sword placed on the edge of the bed.

The peach wood sword was black all over, like charcoal, and was engraved with densely packed talismans.

Zhao Degang held the sword across his chest, and without hesitation, he used the blood from his fingertips to draw a bright red bloodstain on the sword.

In an instant!
The peach wood sword seemed to be endowed with life, and began to emit waves of faint golden light. Zhao Degang did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and threw the peach wood sword at the girl hanging on the beam with all his strength!

"what--"

Followed by a heart-wrenching scream!
The girl hanging from the beam instantly turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared without a trace.

"Humph~ I am a third-generation disciple of Mount Longhu. How dare a mere wronged spirit act so arrogantly in front of me?"

Zhao Degang sneered and reached out to catch the peach wood sword that flew back automatically.

Just about to turn around.

Who would have expected it at this time.

His body suddenly stiffened.

Then a cold chill quickly spread from the heels up to the top of the head.

When he reacts.

A pair of bright white hands stretched out from his back and tightly grasped his neck.

"Haunted by a ghost?"

"Damn, that little girl turned into a ghost?"

"I know that such a sinful thing cannot be done."

The moment when the little hands grabbed my neck.

Zhao Degang only felt his body suddenly become limp and powerless.

He tried to struggle desperately, but to no avail.

"pat~"

The peach wood sword in his hand fell to the ground.

His consciousness also began to become gradually blurred.

"Grandmaster, save me."

On his deathbed, Zhao Degang bit his tongue hard and sprayed the hot blood from his tongue onto the portrait of Taoist Ancestor on the wall.

"——Wow!"

Suddenly.

A golden light flashed from the old man holding the whisk in the portrait.

The little ghost that was entangled behind Zhao Degang was covered by the golden light. After letting out another scream, it finally disappeared completely.

"--boom!"

Zhao Degang sat down on the ground, sweating profusely, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The situation just now was too dangerous.

Fortunately, he burns three incense sticks every day to worship the ancestor of Longhu Mountain.

Otherwise, he would have died today.

Early in the morning.

Before dawn, Zhao Degang drove to the City Lord's Mansion and asked to meet with Hangzhou City Lord Wang Zhennan.

"Master Zhao, you came at the right time. I was just about to go look for you."

When Wang Zhennan saw Zhao Degang, he hurried over as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

Zhao Degang noticed that there was also a small red handprint on the other person's neck, and he immediately understood everything.

"Brother Zhennan, did you also encounter the red-clothed evil spirit transformed by that little girl last night?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Master Zhao, how did you know? Could it be that you also..."

"Ah."

Zhao Degang nodded solemnly, and then told Wang Zhennan what happened last night.

Wang Zhennan panicked when he heard this.

"Master Zhao, didn't you say last time that you sealed all the seven orifices of that girl, and her soul was locked in her body, so she wouldn't become a ghost?"

Zhao Degang sighed: "I don't know what happened. Logically speaking, she can't become a ghost, unless her immediate family members become ghosts and affect her. By the way, do you have the information of her immediate family members?"

"wait"

Wang Zhennan took out his cell phone and called his secret technique.

It didn't take long.

A very beautiful woman in a short professional skirt pushed the door open and handed him a document bag.

Wang Zhennan opened the file bag, took a look at the archival materials inside, and handed it to Zhao Degang.

"That Chen Qiao'er's immediate family member died in a car accident a few years ago. Now there is a father named Chen Li. Here is his information. Take a look for yourself."

Zhao Degang reached out and took the file.

But in the next second.

His pupils suddenly contracted, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Her birth date and time are based on the lunar year, lunar month and lunar time. Her father is actually an extremely yin person?"

　Alas~ Some things in the first chapter were deleted, and I was helpless. It was written a bit bloody, and I couldn’t change it. If I changed it, it would be blocked. Here I will explain the deleted things in the first chapter. I will briefly explain it so that it can be regarded as an explanation.

　　The protagonist's daughter died tragically at home, being hanged on the beam. As for how she died, I can't go into details. Then the protagonist knew that the person who killed his daughter was very powerful. Even if he found out who did it in the end, the other party might not be in any danger, so he could only choose to find a way to take revenge himself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)