CHAPTER 582: CHAPTER 581: AUNT

"Do you want to burn them alive?"

Taozi’s thoughts transmitted into the minds of Shen Siyuan and Ruan Hongzhuang.

Simultaneously, she conveyed her emotions to them.

At that moment, she felt a mix of unease with a faint trace of excitement.

But before Shen Siyuan could respond, they already knew he didn’t intend to burn them alive.

Because the ghostly blue flames passed straight through the yurt, causing no damage.

As they were puzzled, countless billows of black smoke descended from the sky, enveloping the area below.

The ordinary people couldn’t detect this anomaly, but the ghosts wandering in Bin Hai and some bloodline inheritors noticed what was happening here and rushed toward this place.

This included Zhong Xiaonan and Lady Huang’s family, as well as a fellow cultivator visiting Lady Huang’s home.

The spirits in the yurt, originally consumed by karmic fire and devoured by their desires, seemed to regain some sanity under the cover of the black smoke, becoming exceedingly powerful and wicked, attacking their targets. In an instant, the once joyful circus turned into a ghostly realm.

Shen Siyuan paid little attention, instead directing his gaze toward Zheng Min, who was hesitating beside the plaza.

His sea of consciousness trembled, and with a point to the void, a hazy gray aura descended from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and merged into her body.

Zheng Min suddenly felt a sense of awareness and looked up toward the void.

In that moment, she finally saw the Divine Banner floating mid-air and saw Shen Siyuan, sitting before the banner, radiating divine light all over.

"God... immortal." Zheng Min’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She speculated that Shen Siyuan must be a cultivator with some skill, or someone born with the ability to communicate with ghosts, or perhaps someone possessing a strange treasure, yet she never guessed he would be an immortal.

In this world, there are no immortals. Even when she became a ghost after death, she was convinced of this.

Because if immortals truly existed, why didn’t they appear when she prayed to the gods and Buddhas?

She had complained, cursed, until she was utterly heartbroken, realizing that in life, one can only rely on oneself.

Yet when she saw a true immortal, her mind went blank, and she instinctively dropped to her knees.

"Every grievance has a source, every debt a master; go now..."

Shen Siyuan waved his hand, a gust of wind swept up Zheng Min, landing her within the range covered by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, along with the lion beside her.

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Zheng Min looked down at herself, extended her hand, and gently made a fist. At that moment, she no longer felt the lightness and powerlessness of a ghost, only a strong surge of power filling her entire body.

She raised her head to look toward the yurt in front; inside, there were ghostly cries and wolf howls, resembling a hellish scene.

Yet Zheng Min felt no fear, she took a step forward and rushed towards the yurt at high speed.

The lion beside her quickly followed.

"Roar~"

The lion let out a tremendous roar.

With that mighty roar, countless images flashed through Zheng Min’s mind.

All those past painful memories seemed to transform into courage, and her body seemed to become more concrete, her power grew stronger.

"Don’t come over... don’t come over..."

Old Qiao’s eyes were wide with terror, screaming loudly, his entire body trembling, all elegance gone.

In front of him stood a monster with only half a head, holding a gleaming axe, grinning at him.

Even with only half a head, Old Qiao recognized who it was.

Because the reason the other had only half a head was due to him, making that memory particularly deep.

But the other had already died; even his bones had been turned to ashes by him.

Yet now, the person appeared right in front of him, not only becoming more robust but also immensely powerful, leaving him with no strength to resist.

Apart from Old Qiao, there were only a few people in the circus left unscathed, all emitting frantic and chilling screams.

Some had their hearts and lungs pulled out, some were skinned and dismembered, some were fried to a crisp in oil...

Those with grudges sought revenge, those with wrongs sought retribution.

Zheng Min, engulfed in rage, charged into the yurt, her eyes immediately falling on Little Qiao, whose limbs had been severed, writhing on the ground, wailing.

As his eyes met Zheng Min’s, terror flashed across his face, but he quickly masked his emotions, enduring the pain, presenting a flattering expression.

"Xiao Min..."

Zheng Min smiled, the scars on her face making her smile particularly ferocious. She strode over and stomped down, like stepping on a bubble, making a squelching sound.

"Ah~"

Little Qiao let out a painful scream, unable to even cover his body with his hands if he wanted to, nor faint from such immense pain, his consciousness left sharply clear.

At this moment, an axe swung towards Zheng Min from the side.

Zheng Min reflexively blocked without seeing it clearly, and only noticed it was an axe when she realized it was too late.

As fear flickered across her face, her arm already collided with the axe in the opponent’s hand.

But nothing happened to Zheng Min, while the attacker seemed to be hit by a massive force, flying backward, with the axe falling to the ground, landing on Little Qiao’s head with a thunk.

Adding insult to injury, yet Little Qiao still didn’t lose consciousness.

Zheng Min bent down to pick up the axe, her face grim, then her peripheral vision caught sight of a small figure curled up, trembling in the shadows of a corner.

Her initial anger slowly dissipated as she lowered her gaze to Little Qiao, dropped the axe, and then walked toward the curled-up figure.

Little Qiao breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but then a furry big head came over, taking his head into its mouth and biting fiercely.

Even so, Little Qiao still didn’t die or lose consciousness, his life tenacious like a cockroach.

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"Binbin, with your aunt here, don’t be afraid..."

Yan Bin heard a familiar voice by his ear; for a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

In his daze, memories surfaced in front of him.

His scar-faced aunt caressing his face, smiling as she spoke to him.

"With your aunt here, nobody can bully you..."

"You can only be bullied by your aunt..."

"I’m your aunt, naturally, I have to protect you..."

"As long as your aunt is here, don’t be afraid..."

...

"Binbin, with your aunt here, don’t be afraid..."

That familiar voice rang out again, and then Yan Bin felt a familiar hand on his back, gently caressing.

Yan Bin looked up and saw that familiar face, his eyes flickering with surprise, filled with grievance as he called out for his aunt.

At that moment, his clown makeup was entirely soaked with tears, making his face appear multicolored, comically outrageous.

He didn’t question why his already deceased aunt would reappear.

Nor did he feel fear for anything that had transpired around him.

All he wanted at that moment was to throw himself into his aunt’s embrace and have a good cry...

With his aunt here, he feared nothing at all.

PS: There’s one more Chapter, just a bit late, check it out tomorrow~