Chapter 52

Ning Huanxin’s chest tightened after listening to Li Yan’s words.

Although she knew that this was someone who had passed away ten years ago, Ning Huanxin still felt sad to see someone had died so tragically.

“Li Yan, you killed the production crew just to vent your anger. Actually… you know very well that Zhang Yan… will not live!”

Ning Huanxin suddenly lashed out at Li Yan.

Li Yan bore hatred for the people of Zhang Clan Village. But all these years, she had never harmed any of them. Maybe it was because of Zhang Xiao, or because of Zhang Yunshu’s family, or perhaps she had other reasons.

But all this was no longer important because Li Yan’s spirit had already possessed Zhang Yan’s body. She was all prepared for revenge.

“Ha ha ha…”

After she heard what Ning Huanxin said, Li Yan suddenly laughed out loud. The surrounding aura thickened, and that strange, hoarse voice resounded in the air. “Everyone has to die; everyone must die! You… are next!”

As she said that, Li Yan suddenly lunged towards Ning Huanxin with bloodshot eyes.

Ning Huanxin felt impending danger and got into a posture ready to fight head-on with Li Yan.

“You evil creature! Don’t you harm anyone!”

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came over from behind Ning Huanxin.

Following which, a talisman appeared in mid-air and burst into a ball of flames. The fireball then went straight at Li Yan, aiming between her eyebrows.

Li Yan panicked, and a cloud of black fog appeared, and she quickly hid behind the black fog. By the time the black fog dissipated, Li Yan was nowhere to be seen.

Everything happened so suddenly. When Ning Huanxin recovered her senses, she turned around to see the silhouettes of two people, an adult, and a child.

The one who fired the talisman was a Taoist priest with long, white hair and beard. He wore an ash-gray Taoist robe, and tied his hair into a bun, held together with a wooden hairpin. He an aura of an immortal around him, one that people often see in fantasy television dramas.

Standing beside the old priest was a dark-eyed, round-faced, chubby-looking little girl.

The little girl looked to be only seven or eight years of age. However, she also wore an ash-gray Taoist robe, and she also had her hair tied up in a bun.

“Thank you, priest, for your help!”

Ning Huanxin thanked the priest by clasping her fist and greeting the priest.

The white-haired priest’s eyes flickered, and looked at Ning Huanxin with shock.

“She…”

The shock in the priest’s eyes disappeared just as suddenly as it appeared.

“As Taoist practitioners, getting rid of evil and guarding the good is our duty.”

The old priest nodded at Ning Huanxin and then quickly walked over to the grave. When he saw the bloodied corpse on the ground, he could not help but shake his head.

“Sigh, even the soul is gone. It looks like that female ghost consumed it.”

“Master, master, please save my daughter, I beg of you! Save my daughter!”

Zhang Yunshu was kneeling on the ground. It was as if she found a life-saving straw and raised her hands to grasp at the old priest’s robes.

“This…” The old priest felt immense pity, yet he did not know what to say.

Just then, the pleasant-looking little girl suddenly spoke up, innocently and candidly, “Auntie, your daughter is dead. That female ghost possessed her body and will soon fuse as one with it. The female ghost will also consume your daughter’s soul!”

This girl may be young, but she explained clearly and logically.

Ning Huanxin noticed that there was something special about the girl’s eyes.

The color of her eyes was a lot darker than the pupils of ordinary people. Was there something special about her eyes?