PD -Chapter 93 Misjudgment

The black shadow seemed as if it had already been inside the room. It slowly moved closer to Daoist Yu from behind.

“Qiqi, come in—” Daoist Yu hadn’t even finished speaking when the black shadow instantly materialized into a disheveled human figure behind him. It held an ancient sword, and in a flash, the blade was pressed against Daoist Yu’s neck.

Without the slightest pause, the ancient sword reflected the moonlight. With a sudden flick of the shadow’s wrist, I heard the sound of flesh being sliced open by the blade.

“Ugh…” Daoist Yu let out a weak, agonized sound from his throat as blood immediately sprayed from his neck.

He collapsed with a thud at the doorway, only to be dragged straight back inside by the shadow.

“Dad! Dad!”

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The three of us standing outside witnessed this horrific scene with our own eyes. Yu Qi immediately widened her eyes and screamed hysterically as she rushed toward the house.

Seeing this, I also rushed in. The black shadow was extremely fast—it had already dragged Daoist Yu into the inner room, and the door slammed shut with a bang.

I had seen that Daoist Yu was still barely alive; he was desperately clutching his neck wound. It looked like he could still be saved… if we were any later, the evil entity’s second strike would have landed.

I immediately told Zhu Zhu to hold Yu Qi back while I kicked the inner door open.

At that moment, the disheveled evil spirit was raising its ancient sword again, aiming another stab toward Daoist Yu’s chest.

I formed a hand seal with my right hand and pointed at it. A streak of golden spiritual energy instantly turned into a glowing talisman, shooting straight at the entity’s head.

With a loud bang, the golden talisman exploded on impact. The entity was blasted into a cloud of smoke—but I knew this wasn’t enough to destroy it.

“Heaven and earth, natural qi disperses. Mystery within the void, brightness returns to the primordial…” I rapidly formed seals inside the room and chanted the Purification of Heaven and Earth Spell.

Before the entity could reform, the entire room was already covered by my formation. The faint shadow that was about to reappear attempted to attack Daoist Yu again, but my spiritual array restrained it. Forced back, it turned into smoke and escaped through the window into the night.

I wanted to pursue it, but seeing Daoist Yu lying on the ground on the brink of death, I could only sigh. Human life came first—saving him was more important.

I immediately checked his injuries. The entity’s earlier strike had severed his artery; blood was still gushing uncontrollably from the wound. Fortunately, his trachea had not been cut.

I ripped a shirt from a nearby cabinet and pressed it against his wound, then used spiritual energy to help stop the bleeding.

“Call an ambulance!” I shouted to Zhu Zhu and Yu Qi outside. Just then, my phone rang at the worst possible moment.

I took it out—it was Liu Xiaopeng calling. With one hand pressing on Daoist Yu’s wound and the other answering the phone, I picked up.

“Hello, Brother Han, I’ve already burned the physical body of that mad Daoist. This shouldn’t be a problem anymore,” Liu Xiaopeng said excitedly, clearly unaware of what had just happened here.

“Daoist Yu… was attacked by an evil entity,” I said into the phone.

“What?!” Liu Xiaopeng was shocked. “I burned that mad Daoist’s body half an hour ago… how could this still—”

I thought about the timing. Everything that had just happened occurred within five or six minutes. If he had truly burned the body half an hour ago, then the Daoist’s resentful soul should have already been completely dispersed… which didn’t make sense.

“Could it be… that the evil entity wasn’t formed from that mad Daoist?” Liu Xiaopeng muttered, unsure whether he was talking to himself or asking me.

I recalled the scene. Everything had happened too fast, but I still noticed the entity’s appearance: disheveled hair, a cyan Daoist robe, and traditional cloth Daoist shoes. The Taiji sword in its hand also bore the unmistakable yin-yang symbol at the junction of the hilt and blade. Everything matched the records exactly. It couldn’t be another spirit.

I shook my head—only realizing he couldn’t see it on the phone—and said, “No, I saw the mad Daoist. Did something go wrong on your end?”

“I’ll come over immediately. We’ll talk in person!” Liu Xiaopeng said.

At that moment, I heard the sound of an ambulance outside. I hung up, helped the medical staff carry Daoist Yu onto a stretcher, and together with Zhu Zhu and Yu Qi, we went to the nearest hospital.

I immediately sent Liu Xiaopeng the hospital location. Half an hour later, Daoist Yu was admitted into the ICU, and we met again at the hospital.

I led Liu Xiaopeng to a corridor and sat down, asking Zhu Zhu to stay with Yu Qi outside the ICU.

I looked around and lowered my voice, asking Liu Xiaopeng about the details of his operation, trying to see if something had gone wrong on his side.

Liu Xiaopeng looked exhausted, wiping sweat from his face before speaking.

That night, he had driven alone to the vicinity of Huanglong Temple. To avoid alerting anyone, he parked a kilometer away and walked to scout the area. He then climbed over a low wall at the back and slipped inside.

He searched the temple and sneaked into an archive room, where he found detailed records about the temple. After quickly reviewing them, he discovered something important: the temple had once assisted prisons in collecting executed prisoners’ bodies and conducting funeral rites for their souls.

The records also detailed yearly lists of these prisoners, most of whom were buried in a graveyard behind the mountain. However, the mad Daoist was an exception.

Back then, the abbot of Huanglong Temple, out of respect for the Daoist as a fellow practitioner, did not bury him with the other executed prisoners. Instead, like deceased temple disciples, he placed him in an urn burial, and buried him in a special cemetery about 800 meters behind Huanglong Temple.

Liu Xiaopeng quickly found the grave marked with the words “Wandering Sinful Daoist.”

Without hesitation, he returned to his car for tools, dug up the grave, and indeed found an urn inside. The Daoist’s body had turned into a dried corpse but had not fully decayed.

He poured half a container of gasoline into the urn and burned the corpse completely before calling me—at which time I was still pressing Daoist Yu’s wound.

“I’m absolutely sure I didn’t make a mistake. The temple records are very clear… and that inscription ‘Wandering Sinful Daoist’ clearly refers to him,” Liu Xiaopeng said firmly.

“How could burning it… make it come out and cause trouble?” he muttered, falling into thought.

I remained silent for a moment, then looked toward Yu Qi in the distance and said to Liu Xiaopeng:

“Maybe we were wrong from the beginning. The evil spirit was never controlling Daoist Yu, nor was it attached to him.”

I turned my head and lowered my voice:

“I suspect… the evil entity is inside Yu Qi.”