CHAPTER 482: CHAPTER 476: PLEASE THE ANCESTORS

"RIIIIP!"

The palanquin in which the Second Young Master Meng was riding was pierced in an instant by the Evil Blade thrown from afar. Along with it, the two little ghosts carrying the palanquin, one in the front and the other in the back, were shredded by the ominous aura on the blade, wailing as they vanished into the air.

At this moment, the Second Young Master Meng finally came to a complete stop. Unable to control his momentum, he tumbled out of the palanquin, rolling several times, looking indescribably bedraggled.

But at this time, he no longer cared about appearances. He just exerted all his strength to lift his head and looked back, seeing a figure striding through the thick night, stepping through the ghostly wind.

He still couldn’t see the face of that malevolent figure, but he could see his silhouette.

Draped in a Dharma Form, his steps thundered. He stood thirty feet tall, his body clad in broken armor, wearing general’s boots, like a fierce ghost that crawled out of the underworld.

Looking ahead, the white cat had already eaten the Yin Maid who had followed him for over ten years. He didn’t even notice when it happened. The cat was now elegantly licking its paws, a sneering smile seemingly playing on its feline face.

And diagonally behind, the spot that could be used for Borrowing the Road to the Underworld was engulfed in rolling ghostly mist, swirling in and out, with a Ghost Walker’s banner fluttering in the night.

So, today was truly a deadly trap?

Behind him, a demon-like Shousui wielding an Evil Blade caught up. On the side, a great walking ghost, performing an Entering the Mansion ritual, held a banner casting spells. In the forest ahead, a fierce demon that was not easy to summon was indeed on the same side as the opponent.

At this moment, Second Young Master Meng’s heart was already full of doubts. Clearly, he had come to scheme against others, but why was he being restrained everywhere, instead plunging headfirst into an inescapable trap?

The Meng family, empowered with Tongyin, now suppressed the Hu family. Their reputation was flourishing, like the sun at midday, holding a third of Heaven’s fate. Even among the Ten Surnames, no one dared to challenge them. Yet how did so many demon people, unafraid of the Meng family’s reputation, appear so suddenly in these wild mountains?

The questions in his heart were indeed too many, yet he wasn’t even interested in thinking anymore.

Too many incomprehensible things had happened this night; he only felt his heart tremble with a terror even more intense than when he faced his elder brother at home.

His mind seemed somewhat muddled. His eyes scanned the surroundings, a terrifying thought in his heart: "Truly going to die here?"

He couldn’t quite believe it because a Meng family member hadn’t suffered losses in a long time, let alone died outside...

But this thought gave rise to an even more frightening one: "Could I be the first?"

"The Meng family is really hard to kill..."

Meanwhile, Hu Ma had also arrived, gritting his teeth slightly.

This time, although his killing intent towards these Meng family members was sudden, he genuinely hadn’t anticipated they would be so troublesome.

At this moment, he had already mastered the Dharma Form, his skills significantly enhanced, taking a rapid shortcut that saved ten years of effort for others. Additionally, using the bones left by the Five Evil Gods, he had forged this Evil Blade, which carried with it one-fifth of the Mana of the Five Evil Gods.

Yet, facing the Second Young Master Meng, he still found himself repeatedly powerless, and nearly let him escape several times?

The difficulty far exceeded what he had anticipated when he first had the thought of killing. Simply put, had he known it would be this difficult...

...Forget it, rare is the moment to act upon impulse!

Even before, when sneaking around, when had the Meng family ever spared him?

If given another chance, he would still kill!

"SHINK..."

As he neared Young Master Meng, Hu Ma slightly slowed his steps but didn’t stop. Raising his hand, he retrieved the Evil Blade stuck in the ground. He glanced slightly forward and sideways to spot the white cat on the ridge, nodding subtly.

Brother Er Guotou has arrived. Did he really manage to get here in less than three days by Borrowing the Road to the Underworld?

Since Miss White Wine’s cat has appeared, it indicates she has also arrived nearby, albeit by some unknown method.

For now, there wasn’t time for formal greetings or detailed discussions. However, the pressure that had built up over the past few days suddenly lifted upon seeing the two of them. Correspondingly, a torrent of killing intent surged forth.

First, kill this guy before anything else!

He tightened his grip on the blade in his hand, with not a trace of hesitation, charging straight for Young Master Meng. In the eyes of others, he was like an Evil Ghost wrapped in an ominous aura, a rural butcher.

However, that Young Master Meng, who had appeared so noble and graceful upon first glance, now had a pale face full of shock. He, too, had his own skills, but now he was terrified by the presence of several Reincarnators, seeming as if even his hands had gone limp.

"You..."

Facing Hu Ma, who walked towards him brandishing the blade, he suddenly asked loudly, "Do you really want to kill me?"

"You..."

With countless thoughts surging in his mind, he actually wanted to say he hailed from the Meng family. With such a noble status, sparing him could lead to using him as a hostage to threaten the Meng family, or forcing some communication secret techniques from him...

...Of course, the Meng family had precautions for all these issues; they wouldn’t allow outsiders to gain an advantage. But you rural demon people, don’t you consider these things?

"Hehe..."

In response to his questioning, Hu Ma only sneered coldly. The blade in his hand sang without wind, clanging loudly.

An insatiable evil air flowed from the blade, as if laughing maniacally with excitement...

Could it really be possible?

It seemed like even the blade got excited. Having already slain eight case gods, now it even had the chance to be consecrated with Meng family blood?

"You demon people indeed have no scruples about killing me..."

From Hu Ma’s silence and undelayed actions, the Second Young Master Meng fell into despair. Abruptly, he bit his palm, forcefully waving it in front of him.

The fresh blood spilled onto the ground, immediately igniting a surging black mist, like a wall of fire. This was the Meng family’s Blood Medium Technique, which could suppress fierce ghosts and destroy people’s Magical Treasures. But at this moment, it was ineffective, as Hu Ma’s breath blew away the blood aura.

"When I first received this task, I even thought of going straight to Mingzhou..."

Unexpectedly, just as he thought the Second Young Master Meng was making a desperate counterattack, he used this Blood Medium Technique and began chattering, "I wanted to reckon with that one in Mingzhou, but eventually I had to follow my elder brother’s orders to come here..."

"I thought this task was monotonous and boring, completely uninteresting. But who would’ve thought that the small One Coin Sect hidden in these rural parts could actually jeopardize my life?"

No one listened to his chattering at this time. Hu Ma blew away the blood mist he had spilled and was about to charge forward with his blade. However, unexpectedly, Young Master Meng floated backward even as he rambled.

During this process, he initially appeared flustered and desperate. Yet surprisingly, he struggled to stand his ground, trying to control his legs from trembling. He stubbornly stared at Hu Ma and slowly took out a name card from his bosom.

Upon seeing this name card, Hu Ma’s pupils unconsciously shrunk.

When he had quietly approached this Young Master Meng, using the clear sight and hearing of the Shousui man, he had overheard him discussing with that maid about borrowing ghost soldiers and even writing down this name card.

He could have waited longer. But not knowing whether the ghost soldiers he was about to summon would be too troublesome, he had revealed himself early, confronting him while waiting for Monkey Wine.

After this fierce battle, the Second Young Master Meng still hadn’t had a chance to set up an incense table and burn this name card.

Now seeing him take out this name card, Hu Ma immediately became guarded. He raised his knee, striding forward, and wielded his blade towards him, the ominous aura pressing forth. This was also to prevent him from suddenly taking out a Fire Stick to burn the name card.

Unexpectedly, the Second Young Master Meng, while holding the name card, showed no inclination to take out a Fire Stick. His expression was crazed and looked bizarre as he said, "But you might not know, either..."

"We Meng family people, our most capable moment is at the instant of our death..."

As he spoke, he suddenly took a deep breath, abruptly bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of foul blood onto the name card in his hand.

Facing the blade slashing towards him from Hu Ma, he acted brazenly, allowing the blade to cut him down. He then raised the name card in his hand, spread his arms, and knelt resolutely towards the north, his forehead touching the ground.

"Friend, you may kill me, and you’re likely to become famous immediately. But regrettably, I am a Meng family member. I naturally want to live, but if I must die, I want to die with dignity."

"If I have to die, then all creatures within a thirty-mile radius must accompany me on this journey..."

"Hmm?"

Suddenly seeing the name card flying out, Hu Ma felt a slight shock. This Second Young Master Meng, turning slightly towards the incoming blade, seemingly careless about being slashed to death by him, made Hu Ma suddenly vigilant.

"WHOOSH!"

Just then, the name card hovering in mid-air, doused with his Essence Blood, ignited with a roar. It was as if the blood itself had caught fire, burning most of the name card.

Simultaneously, the Second Young Master Meng raised his arms high and then prostrated himself on the ground, facing north. He kowtowed, wailing loudly, "The fourth-generation grandson of Duke Zhaoyuan of the Meng Clan, Meng Sili, willingly descends to pay respects, inviting the Old Ancestor to come and lead me!"

As he spoke, his body suddenly shriveled rapidly. Flames erupted from all Seven Apertures, as if the flesh beneath his human skin had ignited, rapidly burning into ashes.

"CRACK..."

Even the ground trembled violently, like an earthquake in the distant dark mountains.

His vision blurred; he seemingly saw the mountains splitting open, rows of ghost soldiers emerging ominously.

In front of him, the wails of ghosts filled the air as a chilling, ghostly wind rolled across the land. Some entity was rushing from the void, pouring into the human skin of this Second Young Master Meng.

"When we reach below..."

The voice of the Second Young Master Meng had already changed. He slightly turned his head, his eyes empty, smirking at Hu Ma as he said, "You will still have to kneel before me to speak!"