Chapter 102

Chapter 102

A child who had never met his father followed his father's ghost closely, watching as his father quickly dispatched the ghosts that had broken through the window. He jumped and shouted excitedly in the living room, "Dad, you really are a sharpshooter like Mom said! When school starts, I’ll tell my classmates I do have a dad!"

From today onwards, many children like him will eagerly look forward to every New Year’s Eve.

There was also a young man with shallow parental ties, getting ready to face this terrifying New Year’s Eve alone in a rented room. Suddenly, his friends who had died in a car accident drifted in one after another. Seeing the young man still in shock, they quickly took care of the fierce ghosts that pounced on him, shouting, "Why are you just standing there? You’re supposed to support us!"

"Isn’t it great you’re the only survivor of that crash? You’re alive so you can burn paper money for us! We won’t be short of money."

Tang Xueshan, holding a paper effigy, wailed eerily while coordinating with Yuan Song, "These are all the accomplishments I secured for you, only for you. You can’t share them with 014, not even one!"

Yuan Song laughed and waved his soul hooks, "Understood."

Whether they’re human or ghost, everyone has someone they love, and for those they cherish, they can tap into boundless strength, giving their all.

The fierce ghosts were stunned. This isn’t how it was supposed to go!

In their memory, living people were the easiest to bully, and eating them was easy. So where did these paper effigies come from?!

They were nearly knocked out cold.

"My mom made dumplings for me the night before she passed away, and I argued with her and didn’t eat them. This has haunted me all these years. Just now, my mom stood in front of me like she used to when she chased away the mad dogs when I was a kid, and she said she could never stay mad at me."

"My grandpa said he came out from the East Gate, and although he didn’t have a white gift bag, he protected our whole family. He was always such a kind old man, but when he got fierce, he was really fierce. He vowed to drag these fierce ghosts to hell with him and let his resentment float to the Yama’s Hall. I adore my grandpa."

"Why do only the ghosts from the South Gate have a chance to get a white gift bag? What about the rest of us? My windows are smeared with bloody handprints, and they’re about to break."

Some netizens explained, "These paper effigies are made by Yang Xing. He probably has limited personal ability and could only make so many. This top student really gave it his all."

Many netizens first thought of the shoe tycoon Yang Xing, but then quickly remembered the patient named Yang Xing who was treated by Dr. Wu before.

So it was him!

Some netizens even went to leave a message for the Beijing University of Science and Technology, asking them to burn a diploma for Yang Xing when the time comes. Being able to produce these things in the afterlife deserves a diploma.

However, Yang Xing’s paper effigies are not something everyone can have. Many families do not have such protective equipment. Watching the glass windows crack in all directions, a feeling of despair rose in their hearts.

"Doubao, don’t go! If I die, I’ll just become a ghost. You’re a little dog, and fighting these fierce ghosts might mean your soul will scatter!" A netizen stopped the dog ghost, who had finally come home for the holiday and was now growling fiercely at the fierce ghosts outside, trembling but with a firm gaze.

Children who were protected by their pets have grown up and can now protect those they cherish, even if they have become ghosts.

With fierce ghosts breaking into homes, some residents screamed and waved the talismans they had bought, splashing chopped ginger, garlic, and exorcism potions, retreating in terror. They watched as cold blood flowed down the white tiles, seeing the blood-stained fierce ghost crawling on the ground, reaching out with its claws step by step towards them. It crawled so slowly, as if deliberately toying with its prey.

At that moment, there was a loud bang at the door, as if someone was kicking it from outside.

The family was completely in despair. A fierce ghost had broken into their home and was crawling on the ground, and now there was a ghost knocking at the door?

But when the door opened, it was the familiar uniforms that rushed in. Several agile policemen fought with the fierce ghosts, capturing the female ghost imitating Sadako on the ground, and tying her limbs with her long black hair.

Then they stood up and smiled kindly at the family, as if suddenly remembering something, and took out their badges from their pockets—police from the Special Affairs Department.

The residents were dumbfounded. After the police dragged away the counterfeit Sadako, they quickly posted it online.

"What’s going on? Aren’t the police living people? How did they touch the fierce ghosts? And they beat them up! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought I was hallucinating."

"+1, my family came out from the West Gate and didn’t bring any gift bags. I thought it was over, but the special police took care of the fierce ghosts."

"So the police have merit and can reincarnate first. Our families protect us because of blood ties, but now the police are on a mission, really risking their lives. Don’t tell me the police are paid to do their jobs, haters."

"I knew the higher-ups wouldn’t just sit on their hands!"

At this, Wu Heng looked towards the head of the Xuanmen sect, who immediately waved his hand and said, "The Xuanmen sect has no knowledge of this."

Wu Heng thought of his grandfather, Wu Tai, who had not yet returned to the Nan Nuo village, and after some thought, he had a rough idea.

"The police must have taken a drug that temporarily lets them interact with the spirit world, which is why they can directly fight those fierce ghosts with their fists."

Advanced weapons from the human world cannot deal with fierce ghosts, but with talismans crafted by the Masters, they can still compete with the malevolent spirits.

This drug was likely developed by a witch doctor or a Taoist healer, and the police must have signed a waiver acknowledging the risks before taking it.

Over the past eighteen years, supernatural activity has been slowly increasing, and it has become increasingly evident in recent years. The higher-ups surely have backup plans and will not just wait to die.

We need to bury those evil spirits deep underground.

Wu Heng understands better than anyone that the rise of the supernatural concerns everyone, and it requires everyone to unite and work together, not just his own strength.

The head of the Xuanmen sect beside him was quite disheartened, muttering, "Indeed, they no longer trust our Xuanmen sect."

This so-called yin-interaction drug, the Xuanmen sect has no clue about it, nor have they been invited to develop such a drug. It was probably created by other sects or independent Masters and healers.

The sect leader's eyes burned with hatred, "Ancestor, you’re tearing down everything we’ve built. Our Xuanmen sect has worked hard to reach its current status, and you are going to ruin it all, ruining the reputation of all our followers!"

The sect leader couldn't help but wonder if they also suspected that the entire Xuanmen sect was in cahoots, troublemakers causing chaos in the human world.

Those who rely on the mystical arts for their livelihood value their reputation even more than ordinary people.

It's like a family all serving in the military and being highly respected, only to find out they’re actually of Japanese descent, which would be utterly devastating.

The sect leader had never seen the real ancestor, even when he was visited by the ancestor in a dream, it was shrouded in black mist, full of mystery.

Although he sees the ancestor's golden statue every day, the ancestor has been gone for millennia, and the statue can only bear a slight resemblance.

At this moment, the head of the Xuanmen sect just wanted to see the ancestor with his own eyes!

Wu Heng said, "He won’t show himself willingly, but I can make him."

Wu Heng went to the nearest well, plucked a green leaf from a tree, cast a witch's curse on it, and then threw it into the well.

Today, all the wells were dark and filled with eerie energy, with something like a vortex inside, quickly sucking in the leaf, which followed the underground water flow to who knows where.

After some time, a slightly wilted leaf quietly surfaced in a certain well.

A small white snake curled up like a snake coil by the well saw the leaf floating in the vortex and became increasingly uneasy, muttering to itself to boost its own morale.

'I want to be the Dragon King of many wells, I want Uncle He to accept me, I want to go home early,' the little white snake stared into the well water, suddenly dipped its tail into the water, snatched the leaf, leaped up, and shouted, 'I want to achieve enlightenment!'

At that moment, the special police officers who were grappling with the fierce ghosts outside suddenly saw a small silver-white snake fly out of the ancient well in the city center, which had become a cultural relic. The snake’s eyes blazed like fire, and it let out a series of hisses into the air.

At the same time, the Dragon Kings of wells across towns answered the call, leaping out of the wells and standing by the well mouths, roaring into the wells.

Next year is the Year of the Snake, their zodiac sign, and there are only a few hours left until the new year, already blessed by the heavens.

At this moment, the Dragon Kings of the wells across the country exerted their power simultaneously, instantly weaving an invisible yet unbreakable web, connecting along the water systems.

The current Dragon Kings of the wells are just water snakes, and even many powerful spirits can bully them, but with all their powers combined, along with the witch power infused by Wu Heng, the spiritual power of the Dragon Kings of the wells reached its peak.

The little white snake looked at the bubbling dark well water, propped up its snake body, revealing two extremely sharp fangs. Its body, glowing with spiritual energy in the dark, appeared incredibly tall in the light and shadow, like a giant python.

The little white snake, along with all the Dragon Kings of the well, shouted in unison: "In the name of the Dragon King of the well, I decree to immediately seal all water systems within the wells!"

Instantly, a web spun from spiritual energy spread across the well's mouth, sealing it shut.

The little white snake saw a fierce ghost, just emerging from the well, try to squeeze through the gaps in the net. Its claws touched the net and it howled, too scared to try again.

The little white snake was astonished. Had it really become so strong?

It turned to look at the SWAT team members clutching talismans, seeing their eyes widen in shock.

Wow, it was like one of Eugene's favorite short dramas, and now the little white snake got to be the star of the show!

The SWAT team members were genuinely surprised. They knew that occult practitioners had come out of hiding, but they hadn't expected spirits to intervene. Turns out, there were gods in the wells.

The leading officer shouted: "The well is sealed, these fierce ghosts can't escape!"

Everyone's morale soared. They were almost in despair as the fierce ghosts, unable to withstand the pressure, dashed into the wells and sewers, with more pouring out.

But now the situation was different. Those outside were trapped, and those below were stuck.

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Wu Heng looked at the well before him, the whirlpool shrinking, and couldn't help smiling.

His eyes were intense as he watched the fierce ghost emerging from the well with a poisonous glare, and said: "What's the point of you stirring up trouble? You can't recruit more soldiers, and you won't even get your paycheck."

The fierce ghost wailed: 'Impossible, the ancestor turned his disciples' cash into hell money to pay us.'

Chen Zhao, hearing this, wanted to rush forward and slap the ghost. That was their sweat and blood.

Ghosts are all about the money, even more than the living; without hell money, their hearts won't move.

Wu Heng remained calm: "Have you been paid this month?"

Wu Heng clicked his tongue twice and said: "Pity, it's already the end of the year and you're still owed wages? It's New Year's Eve and you haven't been paid?"

The fierce ghost paused suddenly, stuttering: 'It must be the part-time accountant from the finance department, not, not very efficient?'

The ghost, with its limited brain capacity, pondered a bit more and became somewhat conflicted.

Heard the finance department is full of top students, and there's even a particularly outstanding college student working part-time, from a prestigious university, and still not efficient?

Or is it because they're not accounting majors?

The ghost couldn't help but think, indeed, professional matters should be left to professional workhorses.

Plus, this riot was clearly different from what the ancestor had promised. They said the living were easy to bully and could be devoured at will, but instead, they were bombarded with paper cannons, and the living police drank witch potions to fight them hand-to-hand.

Now the well is sealed, and there's a problem with the wages.

Seeing so many fierce ghosts being captured, this ghost was in turmoil, and the thought of fleeing arose.

Then a voice, old yet commanding, came from the well, filled with immense compassion: 'Dr. Wu, why scare a little ghost?'

An old man with white hair, dressed in ancient attire, emerged from the well, easily breaking the Dragon King's seal.

The old man, with a kind face, looked like a very approachable grandfather.

He smiled at Wu Heng and said: 'Dr. Wu, long time no see, I am the old...'

The head of the Xuanmen sect let out a heart-wrenching scream, urgently interrupting: "What Xuanmen? My Xuanmen has nothing to do with you! You can eat anything, but you can't just say anything!"