There was no response from outside the door. Seeing the man who had brandished the peachwood sword earlier charging towards Zhang Haomiao with a silver spear in his hand, a sinister smile on his face.
"Since you've come, there's no way you can leave. We're short of an audience!"
It was that eerie operatic voice again!
The silver spear, accompanied by the howling wind, came slashing towards Zhang Haomiao!
"Uncle!"
In the darkness, that familiar milky voice suddenly rang out, like a raging fire, quickly driving away the gloomy atmosphere all around.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open by Zhang Yuanyuan with one foot. The little one took out a compass, pulled out the pointer, and shot it at the spear-wielding man!
"Clang!"
The pointer collided with the silver spear, creating a buzzing echo in the courtyard. The silver spear fell to the ground!
"Uncle, are you okay?"
Zhang Yuanyuan ran to Zhang Haomiao's side. As she spoke, she sprinkled cinnabar on him and picked up a writing brush to draw a golden "Retreat" character in the air.
The previous chill hadn't dissipated yet. Zhang Haomiao looked at the little one in front of him, his heart nearly skipping a beat.
But before he could say a word, in his pupils, he saw the spear-wielding man grinning sinisterly as he pointed the tip of the spear at his own neck and stabbed it in straight.
"Puff!" Fresh blood dripped down the silver spear...
The man's smile kept enlarging in his vision. The red-robed figure on the stage also raised its head and cracked a smile.
"Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, run quickly! It's dangerous here!"
Zhang Haomiao suddenly came to his senses. Instinctively, he covered Zhang Yuanyuan's eyes and was about to carry her and run outside.
Unexpectedly, the little one was extremely strong. She directly pushed Zhang Haomiao's hand away, quickly formed seals with both hands, and cast a Thunder Summoning Spell at the red-robed figure in front of her.
"Thunderous lightning, blazing fire and shooting stars. I command all the generals. With fierce faces, they march south. The hook-faced messenger shall instantly shake the universe. The fierce-faced messenger shall spread the divine aura..."
"The eye-throwing messenger shall shake the Thunder God. The eye-staring messenger shall set up a fierce battle formation. The eight fierce killers are powerful. They chase after the Wing Star. The divine troops are in formation, following the edict from the Ninth Heaven."
"Those who dare not obey shall have their forms destroyed!!!"
"Boom—!"
Thunder roared in the sky, instantly illuminating the entire burned-down ghostly courtyard!
Zhang Haomiao's eyes were filled with disbelief. It was only at this moment, illuminated by the lightning, that he saw clearly that this dilapidated courtyard was not a sealed space at all. Even the previous door was only half there.
The whole house was on the verge of collapse, with most of it having several holes!
Before Yuanyuan came, the house they entered was airtight!
Zhang Haomiao stood there with his mouth agape. He only heard that gentle operatic voice being enraged. The whole ghostly courtyard was filled with ear-piercing howls.
The face of the red-robed figure quickly distorted, looking neither human nor ghost.
It crawled on all fours, angrily speeding towards Zhang Yuanyuan.
Zhang Yuanyuan's small figure stood still. Her chubby hands tightly held a Heavenly Communication Talisman, which she pasted on her forehead.
When she opened her mouth again, it was no longer that milky voice, but a deep and powerful one.
"Great Immortal of the Supreme Heaven, protect me!"
This roar echoed for a long time, reverberating throughout the ghostly courtyard. Thunder roared in the sky, and a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down!
The red-robed figure let out a shrill scream, and the smell of burning filled the air.
Zhang Haomiao was shocked to see that the previously arrogant and strange thing was slowly turning into a black stain under this bolt of lightning...
And the little one in front of him was like a divine general, with golden light radiating all around.
In a daze, he seemed to see a huge golden bell cover surrounding the child.
This, this was no ordinary little Taoist priest!
No wonder Yuanyuan always looked so calm when dealing with other things. So this was her real strength?
Zhang Haomiao was completely stunned.
And Zhang Yuanyuan's actions weren't over yet.
She formed seals with her hands in front of her. A bell somehow fell from her feet, and she stepped forward steadily.
On the stage, the souls of the opera performers emerged from the bodies of the dead people, glaring at her with hatred.
"If you dare to take another step..."
The bell jingled. Every time it shook, beams of light were emitted from it.
Zhang Yuanyuan slowly raised her eyes, fixedly looking at the souls on the stage. Her voice was still deep and powerful.
"Whether one dies openly or secretly, there are always creditors and enemies. You have hurt people several times for no reason. This is a sin!"
"You are burdened with great karma and no longer have the chance to be reborn!"
Her little hands waved in the air. Talismans flew towards the souls along her Taoist robe, surrounding countless resentful souls together.
"I invite the great ghost-slaying generals of the Five Directions and Five Emperors, ten thousand of them, to descend and subdue the ghosts that cause death and disaster..."
"Seize!"
The souls desperately tried to escape this restraint, but the next moment, the talismans were like a big net that quickly tightened. Countless explosions sounded simultaneously!
As Zhang Yuanyuan uttered the last word, the souls all let out a howl...
The sound was extremely shrill, echoing in the courtyard for a long time before slowly fading away...
A moment later, the courtyard gradually returned to calm.
The clouds slowly drifted away, and the moonlight shone down. All that was left around was the rustling sound of the wind. And this courtyard, which originally looked extremely gloomy, now returned to the appearance of a dilapidated ruin.
There was no longer the previous cold atmosphere, only a gentle breeze.
Zhang Haomiao was in a complete mess.
He staggered back a step, took a long breath, and almost fell to the ground.
The golden light on Zhang Yuanyuan's body dissipated. She anxiously ran back, and her voice returned to that cute milky voice.
"Uncle! Are you okay!?"
This voice was so reassuring.
Zhang Haomiao hugged the little one's head and tightly held her in his arms.
This feeling of being on the verge of death made him out of breath.
"Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan..."
Zhang Haomiao tried his best to soften his voice, but it still trembled uncontrollably.
Fortunately, she came. Fortunately, she was strong enough.
But what if she wasn't strong?
Zhang Haomiao felt a chill in his heart. Besides worrying about himself, he was more afraid of losing Yuanyuan.
The little one felt Uncle's fear and gently patted his back again and again: "It's okay, it's okay. Uncle, don't be afraid. Yuanyuan is here. It's okay, it's okay..."
The milky tone dispelled the strange operatic voice in his mind.
Zhang Haomiao took a deep breath. It took him a few minutes to finally adjust his state.
He looked at the people lying on the ground in front of him and frowned: "Alas, what should we do with these people?"
Yuanyuan wrinkled her little face: "I'm sorry, Uncle. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you take this task... But these people can still be saved. All the tragic scenes you saw just now were illusions."
"Their bodies aren't actually that badly damaged. They're intact."
As Yuanyuan spoke, she anxiously stood on tiptoe and ran to the ordinary people. She used silver needles to seal the bleeding acupoints.
Then she shouted towards the outside of the door: "Grandpa, Grandpa, I've already taken care of everything. Hurry up and bring people in. Send them to the hospital for rescue!"
Grandpa?
Zhang Haomiao looked towards the outside of the door and indeed saw Zhang Zhenwei's worried face.
Zhang Zhenwei was standing not far away. He shouted at the people behind him, and they all showed up and rushed in in a hurry.
There was also a medical team that had been prepared in advance... stretchers...
Zhang Haomiao stared blankly at Yuanyuan: "Sweetie, you've thought this through so thoroughly."
Zhang Yuanyuan wasn't happy at all. She was still blaming herself.
However, there was something she still had to discuss with Uncle.
The little one walked to Zhang Haomiao's side and seriously said: "Uncle, this matter isn't over yet. That Uncle Zhao, the director you worked with before, might have a problem.
"There's black qi on him, but I can't tell where the black qi specifically comes from.
"Considering what happened before... I feel that this uncle should be coming for me. He just wants to get rid of you guys by the way.
"So, so..."
Yuanyuan hesitated and couldn't say it out, only sighing...