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The malevolent spirit hovered in mid-air, its lower limbs were bloodied and lacking both feet. Long, waist-length hair covered most of its face, exposing only the right side, which oozed with pus and blackened blood, presenting a grotesque and decayed appearance.

Although forcing this entity out had saved Wang Linzhu, it took a toll on Xiang Que. In a hurry, he bit his index finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and drew a red line on Wang Linzhu's forehead. The man's blood contained a strong Yang energy, and sealing the person's forehead could prevent the malevolent spirit from attacking her again.

The malevolent spirit appeared miserable, but that was its original form. In other words, Xiang Que had exerted significant effort to expel it from Wang Linzhu, saving Chen Sanjin's wife, while the malevolent spirit remained unharmed.

On the contrary, Xiang Que found himself exhausted.

This time, Xiang Que didn't act casually. He stood up, placed the backpack in front of him, gripping a Wanli Tongbao coin in each hand, staring at the elusive malevolent spirit.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..."

The malevolent spirit emitted a sinister laugh. Its arm suddenly floated up from the wide sleeve, revealing a pale, worm-infested limb. It looked repulsive. "You are doomed, doomed..."

"Don't scare me; it's just an illusion. What's with the act?" Xiang Que patted his chest, pointing at the backpack. "Trying to scare people. Look at this, I'll show you who's scarier."

Xiang Que pulled open the yellowed, tattered canvas bag, revealing a chaotic assortment of items. Although disordered, the malevolent spirit, following Xiang Que's gaze, let out a piercing scream. Its hair flew, and the white robe fluttered, revealing a terrified expression.

The bag contained mostly talismans, along with a rusted iron piece, a bizarrely shaped wooden block, and a few other small items. It was unclear which item scared the malevolent spirit so profoundly.

"Regretting it now? Too late. You played around, exhausted me like a calf, and now, when you want to back out, you're trying to toy with me?" Xiang Que muttered, then pulled out a dark wooden block from the bag, revealing a bunch of chaotic characters on it. Holding it in his hand, he addressed the malevolent spirit, "Sky and earth, impure aura disperses, profound void opens up, bright Taiyuan emerges, deities from all directions, guide me through nature, urgently as if by imperial order!"

After tossing the wooden block, Xiang Que quickly chanted a spell.

The malevolent spirit, seeing the wooden block fall on its head, immediately screamed in horror, turning around and showing a pleading expression.

"Regretting it? Too late. What were you doing earlier? You made me work like a dog, exhausted me like a calf, and now you want to repent after tiring me out?!" Xiang Que chanted, allowing a thundercloud to gather rapidly above the small hill where the Chen family lived. A thunderous roar echoed, and lightning struck down on the Chen family residence.

"Kacha!"

A bright light flashed inside the dark room, accompanied by a deafening thunderous sound. The entire Chen family mansion trembled. Outside, Chen Sanjin and the old butcher, caught off guard, were thrown against the wall, their heads spinning.

Thunder was the bane of all evil entities. Those struck by lightning would be reduced to ashes; there was no possibility of escape for any ghost or malevolent spirit, regardless of their profound spiritual cultivation.

Inside the room, after the thunderous roar, the malevolent spirit dispersed before it could even let out a scream. The dense black fog, like a mist, gradually thinned, then vanished entirely.

The malevolent spirit fled, and the room, which had been cold and gloomy, suddenly returned to normal. Although the curtain still blocked the external light, it was no longer pitch black. The temperature also began to rise gradually.

Xiang Que, exhausted and panting heavily, lay on the ground as if he were a dead dog. After catching his breath, he picked up the black wooden block. On the smooth, dark surface, a thin crack appeared out of nowhere. Xiang Que cursed quietly, "Not going smoothly at the beginning. I used this precious thing for the first time. Damn, it's heart-wrenching."

This inconspicuous black wooden block was one of the few ghost-repelling items Xiang Que possessed, extremely rare and known as the Thunderous Wood.

According to the scruffy old Daoist, this Thunderous Wood was crafted by Bao Zheng during the Song Dynasty. Originally used as a court woodblock for startling during legal proceedings, it was made from willow wood struck by lightning countless times. Therefore, each time Bao Zheng used the Thunderous Wood to strike the court's wooden block, it produced a resounding noise, capable of frightening the criminals below.

After Bao Zheng's death, this piece of Thunderous Wood disappeared. There were stories suggesting it was buried with Bao Zheng or confiscated by the emperor at that time. However, the Thunderous Wood had actually remained in the possession of the ancestors of the Ancient Well Daoist after Bao Zheng's death. In a later generation, a Daoist master performed rituals on it and engraved thunderous spells on its surface.

This piece of Thunderous Wood had become a Daoist artifact. Due to the engraved thunderous spells, it was now called the Thunderous Wood. In addition, as Bao Zheng had carried the original Thunderous Wood for decades, it was infused with his righteous energy. This seemingly inconspicuous wooden block could undoubtedly be called a treasure of Daoism, capable of warding off all malevolent entities. If seen by ordinary Daoists, they would surely be wide-eyed with amazement, and in some Daoist sects, it might even

陈家的门是实木的,确实无疑是一流的.一刀插不进去,但也没有必要门刺穿.鬼可以把墙穿,所以屠刀就钉在门上.幸运的是,恶灵试图穿过门,直接撞到了刀刃上.

"啊..."魂灵虚体被刀刺穿,顿时变得模糊起来.

这一击,比之前的任何一次伤害都要严重撕裂.屠夫以他的杀气和多年的经验,在没有目视确认的情况下就猜到了鬼魂的位置.强大的一击,造成了巨大的伤害,等于神魂后退.

屠夫咽了一口那口水,说道:"里面有一些手段,那肮脏的东西恐怕坚持不了多久了."

受损的恶灵被推回房间,现在难受.项缺从背包里取出一块漆黑的木块,扔向鬼魂.

"天地自然,驱散各处,显露玄洞,照耀台中,八方威神,顺应自然,快如法!" 项缺一边念咒,一边扔出木块.

看到木块代表它的头顶,恶灵顿时被吓坏了.它连续发出高亢的尖叫声,转过身来,对项缺恳求的表情.

"现在补了?已经晚了,你刚才在做什么?你不顾我给你的机会,玩弄着,现在又想反悔?你只是在开玩笑吧?" 项缺念念一声,将黑色木块摔到了鬼魂的头上. 与此同时,陈家所在的小山上空,从四面八方迅速聚集起一片雷云.突然,一声雷鸣响起,闪电劈向了陈府.

"裂缝!"

漆黑的房间里出现了一道亮光,紧接着而来的是震耳欲聋的雷霆,让整个陈家大宅都为之颤抖. 外侧,陈三金和老屠夫猝不及防,站得很近,被撞到了墙上,双目紧闭,被撞的头晕目厥.

陈家的门是实木的,材质肯定是上乘的.一把刀根本无法刺穿它.不过,不需要打门,鬼魂可以穿墙而过.屠刀插在门上,正好遇到了试图穿越的鬼魂.

"啊..."魂灵虚体被刀刺穿,瞬间变得模糊.

这一击,比之前的任何一次伤害都要严重撕裂.屠夫以他的杀气和多年的经验,在没有目视确认的情况下就猜到了鬼魂的位置.强大的一击,造成了巨大的伤害,等于神魂后退.

屠夫咽了一口那口水,说道:"里面有一些手段,那肮脏的东西恐怕坚持不了多久了."

受损的恶灵被推回房间,现在难受.项缺从背包里取出一块漆黑的木块,扔向鬼魂.

"天地自然,驱散各处,显露玄洞,照耀台中,八方威神,顺应自然,快如法!" 项缺一边念咒,一边扔出木块.

看到木块代表它的头顶,恶灵顿时被吓坏了.它连续发出高亢的尖叫声,转过身来,对项缺恳求的表情.

"现在补了?已经晚了,你刚才在做什么?你不顾我给你的机会,玩弄着,现在又想反悔?你只是在开玩笑吧?" 项缺念念一声,将黑色木块摔到了鬼魂的头上. 与此同时,陈家所在的小山上空,从四面八方迅速聚集起一片雷云.突然,一声雷鸣响起,闪电劈向了陈府.

"裂缝!"

漆黑的房间里出现了一道亮光,紧接着而来的是震耳欲聋的雷霆,让整个陈家大宅都为之颤抖. 外侧,陈三金和老屠夫猝不及防,站得很近,被撞到了墙上,双目紧闭,被撞的头晕目厥.

雷霆是一切阴影和邪恶实体的克星.被雷击中的,会化为灰烬;任何鬼恶灵,无论修为有多高,都没有逃脱的可能.

房间内,雷鸣般的轰鸣声过后,那煞气连惨叫声都没有发出,就散去.浓浓的黑雾,如同薄雾一般,逐渐变得稀薄,最后完全消失.

恶灵逃走,原本阴冷阴暗的房间突然恢复了正常.虽然窗帘依然挡住了外界的光线,但已经不再是漆黑一片了.气温也开始逐渐升高.

项缺精疲力竭,气喘吁吁地躺在地上,就像死狗一样.缓了口气后,他拿起了那块黑色木块.光滑漆黑的表面,不知为何出现了一道细细的裂纹.项缺低声咒骂道:"一开始就不顺利,我第一次使用这么贵重的东西,妈的,真揪心."

这块不起眼的黑色木块,是项缺拥有的为数不多的驱鬼之物之一,极其稀有,号称雷木.

据衣衫褴褛的老道士介绍,这雷木是宋代包拯所制.它最初被用作法庭木版,用于在法律诉讼中令人震惊,它是由被闪电击中无数次的柳木制成的.所以,包拯每次用雷木击打法庭的木块时,都会发出震耳欲聋的响声,足以震慑下面的罪犯.

包拯死后,这块雷木就消失了.有传说称它与包拯合葬或被当时的皇帝没收.然而,雷木在包拯死后,却一直留在了古井道人的祖先手中.后世有道师在其上行礼,并在其表面刻下雷霆符咒.

This piece of Thunderous Wood had transformed into a Daoist artifact. Due to the inscriptions of thunderous symbols, it was now known as Thunderous Wood. Additionally, as Bao Zheng had carried this piece of wood for decades during his legal career, it had absorbed his righteousness and uprightness. This inconspicuous wooden block could undoubtedly be considered a precious Daoist treasure, capable of repelling all ghosts. If placed within certain Daoist sects, it might even be treated as a valuable Daoist artifact.

The Thunderous Wood, when worn, protected against all evil forces. Any sinister entities or ghosts encountered would instinctively avoid it. If Xiang Que hadn't concealed the aura of the Thunderous Wood when entering, the malevolent spirit might have fled as soon as it sensed it. It wouldn't have dared to approach.

Combining the Thunderous Wood with the Thunderous Spell simultaneously was generally unbearable for most malevolent spirits in the world. Even if they didn't perish, they would lose a significant portion of their ghostly essence. This was precisely why Xiang Que didn't immediately use the Thunderous Wood. Each usage diminished its thunderous power, and this well-nurtured Thunderous Wood could endure only nine uses. After that, it would transform into an object for warding off evil, losing its original potency.

Unless Xiang Que returned the Thunderous Wood to the Ancient Well Daoist for a ritual and inscription refresh, it would remain less effective. Unfortunately, before Xiang Que descended the mountain, the old Daoist had informed him that he should deal with his own destiny before returning; otherwise, he would meet his end outside.

Thus, Xiang Que felt reluctant to use it carelessly. He couldn't perform the necessary rituals for the Thunderous Wood at his current level of spiritual cultivation. Using it would mean diminishing its power each time, a significant loss for such a valuable item.

This time, dealing with the malevolent spirit, especially given Xiang Que's initial encounter with it, proved challenging. Even with the preparation of black dog blood, the butcher's knife, and copper coins, Xiang Que couldn't defeat it. In the end, he had to resort to using this precious last resort.

After lying on the ground for a while, Xiang Que slowly got up, opened the door, and pointed behind him to the still-dizzy Chen Sanjin. He didn't want to say anything right now; he was tired and felt like a dead dog.

Chen Sanjin, grateful, was about to speak, but Xiang Que gestured to his back. At this moment, Chen Sanjin didn't want to hear anything. He was exhausted.

Chen Sanjin said his thanks and went into the bedroom. Wang Linzhu was still lying on the ground with her eyes closed, but her complexion had returned to normal. Her breathing was steady, indicating that she was no longer in danger.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir," Chen Sanjin said. "Is everyone in my family okay now? This time..."

Resting outside for a while and thanking the butcher, Xiang Que took out a porcelain bottle from his bag, poured two pills into his mouth, and regained some vitality.

"Your heaviest burdens are fine now. As for the issues on others' bodies, it's due to the influence of Qi and fortune. Just like your son, after this matter is resolved, he'll be fine. Although the people are safe, the matter isn't over yet. Someone has expended a great deal of effort to break your family's Feng Shui arrangement and set up a new one to harm your Chen family. If you hadn't come to the Ancient Well Daoist for help, within three months, all direct bloodlines of the Chen family would have died inexplicably, with the cause undiscoverable. Moreover, the wealth your family has accumulated over the years would have been stolen. It's equivalent to your Chen family working in vain for a hundred years, only to give others a wedding dress."