Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 40 Pitiful and Lamentable

Chapter Forty: Pitiful and Lamentable

"I thought it was some kind of demon, but it's just a vengeful ghost in red!" Zhuo Yang sneered disdainfully.

The others lost their composure and instinctively looked up. Four of the eight people immediately collapsed to the ground, scrambling to escape.

"Can you run away?"

A voice, as sharp as fingernails scratching a blackboard, came from the air. Suddenly, pale figures appeared around the open space in front of the villa, each with disheveled hair, floating in mid-air.

"Mom!"

Zhang De screamed and fainted.

The two drivers, who also served as bodyguards and security guards, were so frightened that they couldn't move and were trembling like leaves.

The old butler was still able to stand steadily, but his body was trembling.

Dongfang Jiye was stronger and hurriedly pulled his daughter behind him, while Lingling immediately stood in front of them to protect them.

"You mere wandering ghosts dare to act wildly in front of me?" Zhuo Yang snorted heavily, his voice not loud, but an invisible sound wave quickly spread out.

The approaching ghosts and spirits immediately stopped in their tracks, too afraid to come any closer.

"what……"

The red-clad ghost atop the villa let out a piercing scream, "When a fierce ghost goes out, the living must retreat! You are courting death, daring to come and cause trouble on my territory! Prepare to die!"

The red-clad ghost leaped down, transforming into a large red shadow in mid-air. Its hands, with long, jet-black fingernails, stretched out, measuring three or four meters in width.

Zhuo Yang ignored the horrifying scene and curled his lip in disdain: "A mere trick!"

Before he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning shot into the sky.

Upon seeing the lightning, the vengeful ghost let out a terrified scream and flew back to the top of the villa.

The lightning bolt shot straight into the sky, then fell straight down, where Zhuo Yang reached out and caught it in his palm—it was the Dragon Pattern Sword.

The sword, forged from icy spring iron, gleamed with a chilling light. Pointing the longsword diagonally to the sky, Zhuo Yang shouted, "Evil spirit, I'll give you two choices: end your own life, or I'll send you on your way!"

"Ah..." the red-clad ghost screamed again, "So you're a Taoist priest!"

Zhuo Yang said coldly, "You are too ignorant. There is another kind of person in this world called a cultivator!"

The vengeful ghost, inexperienced in the ways of the world, couldn't understand Zhuo Yang's meaning at all, and let out another shrill scream.

The wandering ghosts that had been surrounding them began to float up again and began to surround the group.

Zhuo Yang glanced around and took a deep breath: "Humans have their way, and ghosts have theirs. Ghost cultivation is not easy. I originally intended to spare your lives, but since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Not all vengeful ghosts are evil; they too can cultivate and are called ghost cultivators. Those with profound cultivation can even undergo tribulations and ascend to become ghost immortals.

Zhuo Yang once had a ghost-like friend. The two drank three hundred cups of wine together, and then had a fierce battle...

Zhuo Yang held his longsword horizontally, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The next moment, a bolt of lightning shot up from behind him, then turned into a streak of black light and vanished into the dark night sky.

The surrounding ghosts and spirits were drifting by when suddenly a gentle breeze swept by.

One of the wild ghosts immediately screamed and instantly turned into a wisp of mist, disappearing without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the other wild ghosts also suffered the same fate. In just a few seconds, dozens of wild ghosts around them all let out a scream, turned into mist, and disappeared completely after drifting a short distance away.

"You...you killed them, what did you use?"

The red-clad ghost screamed on the rooftop. In its rage, its red robes billowed, stretching seven or eight meters, resembling a blood-red cloud.

"A ghost cultivator in the Heart Refinement stage?" Zhuo Yang was a little incredulous.

It should be noted that ghost cultivation is the most difficult among all cultivators. It also has twelve levels, and a ghost cultivator in the Heart Refinement stage is equivalent to a cultivator in the Heart Movement stage.

For a ghost to regain its spiritual power, it requires an immense stroke of luck or a tremendous amount of resentment; it is extremely difficult...

"Mortals, you killed my mother and me back then, and today you slaughter my neighbors and friends." The red-clad ghost suddenly stretched its neck out to more than a meter long, its long hair flying wildly in the middle, its red eyes filled with intense hatred and deep resentment. "You must die, I will devour your soul!"

She leaped down, her red dress almost obscuring the sky, and with her arms outstretched, spanning seven or eight meters, she swung them down fiercely, her target Zhuo Yang.

"Your resentment runs too deep, no wonder the heavenly tribulation came looking for you." Zhuo Yang was unmoved by the ghost's attacks. After speaking, he swung his longsword, and lightning instantly enveloped a five-meter radius, covering all eight people behind him.

"Heaven-Shattering Thunder!"

With a murmur to himself, Zhuo Yang raised his arm.

Countless bolts of lightning shot out from his body, transforming into countless streaks of lightning that instantly collided with the descending red-clad vengeful ghost.

The red-clad figure was instantly reduced to ashes, and the terrifying long hair that filled the sky was directly ignited, burning with blue lightning and fire.

The red clothes burned away, revealing a horrifying body. The slender arms stretched out to be seven or eight meters long, but the legs had disappeared. The body was like a centipede, segmented into sections six or seven meters long, with several painful human faces on each segment.

Then, the lightning and fire engulfed her entirely. Faces contorted in agony, yet revealing expressions of relief under the lightning and fire, were quickly incinerated.

"They were the souls you devoured after you killed them, right?" Zhuo Yang said with disgust. "It's a pity you don't have any real ghost cultivation techniques; you just rely on instinct to devour them. Although you've devoured a lot of souls, making you seem very powerful, you're still far from being a true ghost cultivator."

"what……"

The screams came again. After being baptized by lightning and fire, the vengeful ghost was left with only half of its normal-sized body, which fell two meters in front of Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang looked at her and sighed, "Your experience must have been very tragic, you lost your lower body. Even the most hateful person has a pitiable side. Is there any unfulfilled wish? Tell me, and if I have the time, I can help you fulfill it."

The vengeful ghost's magic power came entirely from the souls she devoured. After being purified by lightning and fire, she had no more magic power, and her mind seemed to have returned to normal. Even the bloodshot in her eyes had faded.

She struggled to lift her head and asked, "Are you...really telling me?"

Zhuo Yang nodded indifferently.

The vengeful ghost suddenly perked up, rolled over and crawled on the ground, pleading, "Please don't hurt my daughter so much. She was also murdered. She never devoured a soul, nor did she go out to harm anyone. I can bear all the punishment, even if it means my soul is scattered!"

"A daughter?" Zhuo Yang was so surprised that he laughed. "You're not a ghost immortal, how can you have a daughter?"

The vengeful ghost smiled bitterly, "My daughter... was also killed by me. At that time, Lingzhou was in turmoil, and many Western soldiers came to our village. I took my daughter and fled into the mountains, but I didn't expect them to find us."

"To avoid being humiliated, I strangled my sixteen-year-old daughter to death and hid her in the bushes. Then, when the Japanese soldiers raped me, I jumped off a cliff and died, my body breaking in two..."

"I miss my husband so much, where is he...where is he?"

The vengeful spirit cried out, its voice filled with sorrow and longing...