Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 532

After giving a word of advice, Yan Chixia wasn't angry when he saw that Ling Yanyan didn't answer him.

The two walked forward cautiously, trying not to disturb the female ghost in the pavilion. As they slowly approached, all the scenes inside the pavilion came into their view.

The pavilion was wrapped in white ribbons on both sides. A gentle breeze blew, and the ribbons swayed, vaguely revealing a female ghost playing the zither inside the pavilion.

The woman in the pavilion looked frail and pitiful, playing the zither alone under the moonlight late at night.

It looked so pitiful and desolate. An ordinary person probably wouldn't see anything wrong with it and would even feel sorry for the woman in the pavilion and go over to comfort her.

In this way, they would fall into the trap and would most likely be eaten by the female ghost.

Ling Yanyan and Yan Chixia were not ordinary people, so they were not fooled.

The two looked towards the corridor leading to the pavilion and saw several lotus lanterns floating in the water on both sides of the corridor.

The lights looked as if they were about to go out at any moment; they were clearly not normal fires, but will-o'-the-wisps.

Ling Yanyan activated his Yin-Yang Eyes and saw that the female ghost in the pavilion was emanating a strong ghostly aura.

The female ghost was quite beautiful, but no one could imagine the kind of suffering she endured before her death.

"Ah!" the female ghost suddenly screamed, and the entire pavilion seemed to shake.

Ling Yanyan quickly threw the talisman in his hand away, knowing that it must be very important to the female ghost.

"Crack!" The talisman was instantly ignited, emitting bluish smoke.

"Roar!" The female ghost screamed again, but this time the sound was even more eerie, sending chills down one's spine.

This place is already quite remote; during the day, you might encounter a few tourists or passing vehicles, but unfortunately, it's almost noon now.

I clicked it, but hardly any pedestrians deleted it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Yanyan took out a peach wood sword from his backpack. Although he had cultivated the "Nine Yang True Scripture" and the "Tai Xu True Scripture" and could draw simple talismans to ward off evil spirits, his strength was still insufficient to deal with evil ghosts.

Ling Yanyan approached the pavilion, intending to use his powerful physique to force the female ghost back.

Ling Yanyan walked to the center of the pavilion and stood still, staring intently at the female ghost. He slowly raised his right hand, his index finger and thumb joining together to form a sword-like shape.

"Whoosh." A scorching wind suddenly appeared and blew towards the female ghost.

"Waaaaah." The female ghost's cries grew louder and louder, and the temperature around her seemed to rise to its highest point.

The space around the female ghost even seemed to distort slightly. She suddenly lunged at Ling Yanyan, filled with endless resentment.

"Hmph!" Ling Yanyan snorted coldly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Bang!" The female ghost slammed hard into Ling Yanyan's palm.

A sharp pain shot through Ling Yanyan's entire body. He felt as if he had been hit by a metal plate, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

The female ghost was thrown several meters away and returned to the pavilion. At this time, the ghostly aura on the female ghost was much stronger.

Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth and endured the pain. With a thought, he took out two pieces of yellow paper from his pocket, then made a hand seal with his left hand and silently chanted, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Fire, come!"

"Boom!"—A ball of flame appeared out of thin air beside Ling Yan Yan, and the terrifying temperature made the air thick and sticky.

"Waaaaah!" The female ghost screamed again, panicked, turned and ran away, forgetting even her previous attack.

"Hmph!" Ling Yanyan sneered, his eyes fixed on the direction where the female ghost had disappeared. He bent his knees slightly, then leaped up and chased after the female ghost.

Half an hour later, Ling Yanyan finally caught up with the female ghost, holding a rope made of black dog blood.

"Woo!" The female ghost was terrified when she saw Ling Yanyan chasing after her. She shook her tail frantically and made strange noises, trying to avoid Ling Yanyan's capture.