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Capítulo 7

The old man hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside to let him in.

(I'm so tired, but I've finally finished this chapter. But amidst the exhaustion, I feel mostly relieved. In just five days, I've averaged one chapter a day. What makes me even happier is that people like my work. It's really just some doodles. Everyone has given me tremendous affirmation. The number of reads has now exceeded 10,000, and the number of votes is 13. I want to say thank you, I'm truly very grateful. I will humbly accept any criticism from readers.)

Let me reveal a few secrets in advance. The zombie with the aura of a king mentioned earlier is none other than Kuang Tianyou, the protagonist of this story. I'll explain why later; if you're patient, wait for my update. There are also a few other things I need to clarify. I know my updates are slow, but please understand. I also have a job, and I can only write in my spare time. Therefore, I will update at least two chapters a week. I can't guarantee the exact time, but I will definitely do it. If I'm exaggerating, feel free to throw rotten eggs at me.

If you like my work, could you please vote for me while you're reading? After all, I have a little bit of vanity, is that alright? If you're willing, please support my vanity.

As for those who say it resembles the first two books, I can only say that my knowledge is limited, and for now, this is the best I can do. I will improve the descriptions of language and inner thoughts later.

2-20-2004 13:11

lishihao

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Chapter Seven: Human Compassion

Author: Xiao Tianyi

The house wasn't big, but it was very clean. The floor was spotless. There weren't many furnishings, suggesting that the family wasn't well-off.

"I'm sure you already know about Mr. Lin Hao's death." Kuang Tianyou looked at the old woman before him; the years had etched their marks on her face. Compared to her peers, she looked much older.

Tears welled up in the old man's eyes. "My poor Hao'er, he's never enjoyed a good life. His father died when he was young, and I struggled to raise him, get him married, and have children. But then Dao Jiajun fell seriously ill, and he lost his job. Now..." The old man broke down in sobs.

"Grandma Lin, please accept my deepest condolences. The dead cannot be brought back to life, but we who are alive must look forward. May I go see Jiajun?"

“Okay, I’ll take you to see him.” The old man led Kuang Tianyou to a room. Inside, a little boy was sleeping on the bed. The boy was about six or seven years old. His skin was dry and lacked the luster of a child's. Compared to Fusheng, he looked much thinner. Kuang Tianyou looked at him, and a hint of pity appeared in his usually cold eyes. “Grandma Lin, please accept this small token of my appreciation.” He said, taking out a savings book from his pocket. The old woman took it and saw that there was more than 250,000 yuan on it. “Officer, how can I accept this? I can’t take it.” Kuang Tianyou reached out to stop the old woman. “Don’t be so polite, just call me Kuang Tianyou. You must accept this money; it’s for Jiajun’s medical treatment.” Seeing that she couldn’t refuse and that she really needed the money, the old woman accepted it. As Kuang Tianyou turned to leave, he saw the old woman kneel down with a thud. He quickly helped her up, saying, "Grandma Lin, please don't do this, I can't accept this." "Mr. Kuang," she said, "you are Jiajun's savior. I don't know how else to express my gratitude." Kuang Tianyou helped the old woman into a chair. "Grandma Lin," he said, "life is the most precious thing. If you want to thank me, take good care of Jiajun. As long as he survives, that's the greatest reward for me." Then, Kuang Tianyou left the Lin family. Grandma Lin watched his departing figure, tears of gratitude welling up in her eyes once more.

The remaining days passed peacefully, and tonight is the seventh night.

On this night of returning souls, grievances are settled, and grudges are avenged. After tonight, the soul returns to the underworld, never to return to the mortal realm. Unless you are willing to give up the chance of reincarnation and become a wandering ghost. Tonight, will Lin Hao, who died with resentment, come?

Inside the Liu family's main hall, Liu Jiang and his family were nervously waiting. With them was a man dressed as a Taoist priest, around forty years old, and his two disciples. An incense table was set up in the courtyard in front of the house.

"Master, will Lin Hao's ghost come?" Liu Jiang asked anxiously. The thought of Lin Hao's words sent chills down his spine; fear gripped him completely.

"Don't worry, Boss Liu, my master is incredibly powerful, capable of exorcising ghosts and demons. He could take down any ghost, even several of them. With us here, you don't need to worry about anything tonight; just watch us catch the ghost," one of the Taoist's disciples boasted. His master, the Taoist himself, was quite pleased, a smug look in his eyes. Just then, a chilling, malevolent aura filled the air, and the space seemed to freeze in deathly silence. The once bright lights flickered, and Liu Jiang's hair stood on end. Fear and helplessness gripped his nerves; his terror had reached its peak.

"Open the altar!" the Taoist priest shouted, and his two disciples, one on each side, watched their master perform the ritual.

The Taoist priest muttered incantations and brandished his peach wood sword, causing the incense and candles on the table to light up without any flame.

At this moment, black mist rose, and the cold wind grew even chillier. "Laozi, hasten as the law commands! Hurry!" The Taoist waved his long sleeves, and a streak of fire shot out, dispersing the black mist. "You stinking Taoist, who are you to dare oppose me?" A wisp of black mist gradually condensed, forming a physical entity that slowly transformed into Lin Hao's likeness. Oh no! I thought it was just an ordinary ghost, but it turned out to be a rare vengeful spirit. The Taoist priest, horrified, recalled his master's words: "A vengeful spirit is formed from the lingering resentment of a dead person. The person dies on an unlucky day, month, and hour, resulting in extremely heavy yin energy, causing the resentment to accumulate and breed malevolence. It is adept at controlling emotions, causing people to be trapped by their seven emotions and six desires, making it far more powerful than ordinary evil spirits. However, it only seeks revenge on those with whom it has a grudge, making it relatively benevolent compared to other ghosts. But if you try to stop it from seeking revenge, it will be even more ferocious than other evil spirits, relentlessly pursuing its goal. In the future, you should try to avoid vengeful spirits. If you are haunted by one, your Taoist cultivation may not be enough to defeat it." Thinking of this, the Taoist priest's momentum faltered. "Lin Hao," the Taoist priest said, "it's better to resolve enmity than to create it. Why not, for my sake, let Boss Liu go? I'll have him perform a grand ritual to help you pass on."

"Hahahaha," Lin Hao let out a sharp laugh, "I want all three of them to die here, you stinking Taoist priest. You can still leave now, but if you want to stand up for Liu Jiangqiang, then you will die here today too."

Knowing that things were far from over and that he had taken a large sum of money from Liu Jiang, the Taoist priest had no choice but to fight Lin Hao head-on. Holding a long sword, his hair flowing freely, he stepped on the Seven Stars and chanted, "Five Thunder Generals, Fire Chariot General, soaring to the heavens and crashing to the earth, driving thunder and rushing clouds, with thousands of troops in your ranks, commanding divine soldiers, raise your flags and summon them swiftly, without delay! So be it!" With that, thunder roared from the sky, striking down on Lin Hao's ghost.

Lin Hao screamed and vanished. The Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief. He had just used his master's ultimate technique, the Five Thunder Technique. He would never normally use it. Today, to deal with Lin Hao's vengeful spirit, he was forced to use his special skill. He had just turned around to say that Lin Hao had been subdued when he saw his disciple suddenly pounce on him. "Xiao Gang, are you crazy? Why are you hugging me?" Xiao Gang smiled slightly, a smile that looked inexplicably sinister to others. "You stinking Taoist priest, I've possessed him! Let's see how you deal with me now!"

"You wretched creature, leave my disciple, or I'll beat you to a pulp."