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Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!

Chapter 68 - 68 68 Committing Violence in Broad Daylight

Author: Champak
updatedAt: 2025-07-16

68: Chapter 68: Committing Violence in Broad Daylight 68: Chapter 68: Committing Violence in Broad Daylight Demons and evil spirits are afraid of light and fire, even electric lights.

This was one of the self-defense tips that Nurse Liu had initially imparted to Wang Yunxiao and the others.

Although they did not understand the principle behind it, as long as it worked, that was enough.

Third Master Ding had specifically chosen noon to entertain his guests, when the yang energy was at its strongest and the sun was blazing overhead.

Under such conditions, no demon or evil spirit dared to show itself.

But one could not completely rule out exceptions.

For example, by draping themselves in clothes, or taking on a different skin…

Although Wang Yunxiao lacked experience, he had read plenty of novels in his last life and had anticipated such scenarios.

As expected, the opponent really did show up.

How dare he come?

Don’t you think the sunlight outside is a bit dazzling?

Of course, this wasn’t important.

One couldn’t apply normal human logic to the behavior of a demon or evil spirit.

Seeing that wisp of black smoke squeeze through the window gap, Wang Yunxiao didn’t even bother to chase it because the sunlight outside was splendid.

It was just a diversionary tactic of feinting to the east and attacking to the west.

If it really wanted to escape, it could only run along spots where the sunlight didn’t reach.

Or else, it would dress in its own sunlight-blocking skin, pretending to be a normal person.

Without a word, Wang Yunxiao had his brothers block both the front and back doors of the Tianbao Pavilion.

The gibberish he spoke was a code that he and Youtiao had agreed upon beforehand.

“West burning, east flourishing,” this phrase had only one meaning: dousing it with vinegar and forcing it out by following the scent!

Vinegar, well, Shanxi’s old vinegar is most famous.

One could disguise their appearance, but that vinegar scent wasn’t something it could easily shake off.

The real trouble, however, came from the shop assistant of Tianbao Pavilion.

Being able to run a restaurant here meant they had backup; they wouldn’t just let you cause a commotion inside.

Wang Yunxiao grasped the Ox Ear Knife in reverse, leapt from the third floor, and landed right in front of the shopkeeper.

Before he could speak, Wang Yunxiao first greeted with a fist and said, “Shopkeeper, and all the respected folks present, I apologize for today’s offense.

The disputes of the Jianghu World are unrelated to all of you.

I kindly ask everyone to grant Wang a bit of courtesy by not interfering!”

The shopkeeper hurriedly returned the greeting with a fist and said, “Hero, you all sort your disputes outside; this is a place for eating…”

Wang Yunxiao smiled and said, “Asking us to step outside is fine, but the elusive friend might not be willing to come out.

What if he takes one of your patrons as a meat coupon at that time?

Could you really afford such an outcome?”

Before he finished speaking, a diner, as if in great shock, jumped up and yelled, “Murder!” then turned and ran out.

“Stop!”

Matuan reached out to stop him, unexpectedly, the diner was unusually strong and knocked him aside, fleeing through the door.

With this example set, other diners also started screaming and yelling, some rushing to the doors, others jumping through windows, scattering like startled birds and beasts.

This reaction was abnormal.

What did they think this was, a story from the Martial Arts World?

If the people of Tianmen could cultivate such a strong sense of vigilance and a will to survive, social order would have stabilized long ago.

Wang Yunxiao stood still, coldly watching the diners scatter.

It wasn’t just him.

Youtiao, Guozi, and Eryang also stood at different positions, forming a triangular formation with the brothers beside them, silently observing everyone slipping past them.

Eryang’s nose suddenly twitched, and he swiftly turned to look at the person who had just brushed past him—a gaunt old man, dressed inconspicuously and hunched over as he scurried away, seemingly no different from the other diners.

It was just that the smell of vinegar on him was a bit more pungent.

The room was crowded, and the situation was chaotic.

Eryang didn’t make a sound and quietly turned to follow.

The moment he moved, Wang Yunxiao noticed him.

He didn’t bother to argue with the shopkeeper any longer, and grabbing his knife, he too followed.

Tianbao Pavilion faced north to south, with two large doors, one at the front and one on the side.

At this moment, the main door faced the sun, while the side door was slightly in the shadow.

As the old man stepped out of the side door, he felt over a dozen pairs of eyes on him, as if thorns were on his back.

This bunch of damned fools…

He cursed inwardly and was about to continue shouting, hoping to attract the attention of passersby.

In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of the public, he didn’t believe these little jerks dared to kill someone on the street.

“Murder…”

Before he could finish speaking, Eryang was already behind him.

He pulled out the dark, glistening Ox Ear Knife and stabbed it into the old man’s lower back.

Had it been a normal person, there definitely would have been some hesitation.

Everyone hopes others are normal, good people who are then restrained by societal laws and morals.

Everyone else at a disadvantage so oneself could benefit…

What a deal!

Eryang didn’t care about the consequences of killing someone in the street.

From the moment he had shamelessly borrowed money from his big brother, only to be cheated by his uncle, a fire had been building inside him.

It was money that his big brother had risked his life to snatch from outside, money that everyone depended on for food.

When they were brothers picking garbage bare-arsed, they shared even half a pancake, and he had never missed out.

Now that he’d lost his big brother’s money, big brother hadn’t said a word.

But Eryang couldn’t stand the accusing glares from his brothers.

When had Laozi ever suffered like this?

Whether this knife was any good, Eryang wasn’t sure himself.

Yet, right in front of him was a perfect opportunity to put it to the test.

If not for the difficulty and unfamiliarity of slitting the neck, his first strike would have targeted the old man’s nape.

Nevertheless, he did not lessen the force on his hand at all, driving the knife deep in one go.

It’s said that a person couldn’t make any sound when sneak attacked in the kidneys with a dagger, a lesson from a former professional agent who played a major villain.

The old man was halfway through his cry of “murder” when it abruptly stopped, his voice turning to billowing black smoke pouring out of all his orifices.

Upon contact with sunlight, it melted instantly like a hot iron through butter, hissing loudly.

The old man’s withered body suddenly swelled like inflating, emitting an unearthly, piercing scream not unlike that of a human.

A face the size of a fist emerged on the back of Eryang’s knife-holding right hand, grimacing painfully and contorting.

Caught off guard, Eryang shivered all over, feeling a bone-chilling pain on the back of his hand that made him involuntarily loosen his grip.

But just then, two of his brothers who were already following behind him caught up.

The three stood together, and the intense pain instantly lessened by more than half.

The faces of all three showed the same pained expression.

Eryang, gritting through the pain, grabbed the knife handle again to pull it out and retry his move.

However, a second human face had already grown on his arm, rendering the entire limb spasmodic and stiff.

Seizing the moment, the old man used his limbs to leap away, covering a distance of six or seven zhang in one bound.

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