His neck was stiff, and more blood dripped from the top of his head. In the dark classroom, he raised his head mechanically and used the light from his phone to shine on his head.
In the dim yellow light, his vision wavered. In this instant, he saw a foot-wide bloody mouth and deathly pale skin. He didn't know when, but it was right above his head!
With a sharp hiss, the broken teeth bit towards him!
From behind, one could see a naked, pale child holding onto Qin Ye's head and biting down on it.
"AHHHHHH!!!" Zhang Yilong and Wang Chenghao screamed at the top of their lungs. Their eyes rolled back and they passed out at the same time.
But there was no sound of teeth grinding together or bones breaking.
Qin Ye's back was facing the child. His right hand was bent over his head, holding a silver stick-like magical artifact. The two ends of the stick were lotus flowers, and he was holding it in the child's mouth.
"Ugh … ughhhh!!"
The strange child's body twisted, and its huge mouth tried to close, but it was lightly blocked by this magic tool.
The expression on Qin Ye's face was completely different from his usual self. There was a tinge of mockery and indifference to it.
He smiled and said, "You're finally out …"
"I've been looking for you for so long. I've been pretending to be a grandson for so long. You finally couldn't take it anymore …"
Boom!!
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of black wind that was visible to the naked eye surged out from Qin Ye's body like a tidal wave.
At the same time, a dignified voice resounded in the black wind, "Netherworld Emissary, all rabble shall disperse!"
Shua!
A sudden gust of wind swept through the classroom, and the dust on the ground formed a small shockwave that was visible to the naked eye and blew out of the classroom.
The bay window flew up with a whoosh.
The moment the gust of wind rose, the strange child's black hole-like eyes suddenly shrank.
Do ghosts have physical bodies?
Perhaps there was, because at this moment, one could see with the naked eye that countless wisps of black smoke were circling around the child's body.
But right in front of him was a vast expanse of Yin energy that was far denser than his own, and it had transformed into a pitch-black vortex that completely enveloped Qin Ye.
How terrifying … The child's entire body was trembling. This feeling … seemed to be engraved into his soul. It was a kind of complete suppression on a different level.
That's right … I've heard of this suppression before … This is …
Suddenly, his entire body trembled violently, and he let out a shrill cry as he dashed outside, "Emissary of Hell!!!
It was an Emissary of Hell!
The gates of Hell had opened!
It's a ghost errand boy! "
Sizzle!
He turned around and left, completely disregarding the fact that he was still holding a magic tool in his mouth. His heart was filled with terror, a thousand times more terror than Wang Chenghao and Zhang Yilong!
How could he be an Emissary of Hell?
An Emissary of Hell hadn't appeared for a hundred years!
No … this wasn't important. Any Emissary of Hell was an official. Dealing with wild ghosts like them would be as easy as blowing off dust!
Whoosh!
The tightly shut doors and windows opened at the same time, and a spirit rushed out of the classroom like a madman. But at the same time!
A flying rope suddenly flew out from behind him. As if it had eyes of its own, it accurately hooked onto the artifact in his mouth.
It was a flying rope with a ghostly hand at the top. It was completely made up of a silvery-white chain.
At the same time, complicated words lit up on the flying rope.
It was just a flash, and with a wail, the child's spirit body that was running wildly suddenly fell into the dust.
A cloud of dust was kicked up.
"Hell's Emissary of Hell, and you still want to run?"
Following the calm voice behind him, the flying rope suddenly tightened. The child whimpered as he was pulled back into the air, completely illogical.
The doors to the classroom slammed shut.
Clatter … The desks along the way were smashed to smithereens. With a loud clang, the hook flew back with the silver artifact in tow.
Simultaneously, the child's body exploded with a loud hum, transforming into wisps of black energy that scattered into the surroundings. A hoarse voice filled with incomparable resentment resounded, "By Hell's Emissary, Anitya Hellguard, Soul Hunter … It's an Emissary of Hell … To think that there's still a genuine Emissary of Hell in this world!"
In the middle of the classroom, a black whirlwind formed a whirlpool that exploded with a loud bang.
Qin Ye's face was somewhat pale. He was dressed in a black ceremonial robe embroidered with three black and white symbols of the Harken. A soul shackle was wrapped around his waist, and he wore a black, hollowed-out six-piece hat on his head.
Wisps of pure black Yin energy poured out from his sleeves and lapels. His clothes fluttered in the absence of wind, and he exuded an imposing aura.
He gently placed his hand on the scabbard at his waist, "Who are you, wild ghost? State your name."
There was no response. Seconds later, the resentful voice resounded once more, "Hell hasn't interfered with the affairs of the mortal realm for a hundred years. Why are you making an exception?"
Whoosh … Qin Ye pulled out his long saber and gently wiped it with his index finger, "Then … I'll start from today."
"You!!" The voice shrieked. Then, the windows and doors opened at the same time, and a powerful gust of wind swept out.
"Hey, hey, hey, this is a certified post. I'm a civil servant of Hell after all … How can you just leave like that? Don't you think you're treating the village chief a little too lightly?"
As soon as Qin Ye finished speaking, there was a soft clang. His saber gleamed like snow.
Everything came to an abrupt halt.
There was a mournful shriek. It sounded like the loudest sound, yet it also appeared to have completely melted into the rain.
A soul with the face of a child appeared on the edge of his demonhead saber, transforming into a wisp of black mist and vanishing into thin air.
Then, it was swallowed back into the hilt of the saber, where it ignited with a green flame.
Everything came to an abrupt halt.
Qin Ye furrowed his brows and shut his eyes, almost as though he were sensing something.
Seconds later, he sighed wistfully, "It's not it …"
"There's still nothing in this' hunting zone '. Is the old lady playing with me?
I can't even see the shadow of becoming a regular employee. This month, I've already taken in three vengeful spirits. Is this free work? "
Just then, his eyes flickered brightly, and he glanced out of the window.
His vantage point was excellent. The interior of the room was pitch-black, and it was impossible to see the interior of the room from the outside.
However, he could clearly see that in the heavy rain, a hunchbacked, pitch-black man was leaning on a walking stick, hobbling through the curtain of rain.
"It's him again." Qin Ye retracted his head and furrowed his brows.
The black mist around his body retracted, and his clothes reverted back to normal. Then, he held his breath, shut his eyes, and lay down on the ground.
The rain continued to fall, and the entire school was silent.
After who knew how long, about five minutes, about ten minutes, there was a sudden knock on the door.
It was neither too fast nor too slow.
"Hello.
I'm an investigator from the Clear Creek County branch of the National Special Investigations Department. My registration number is AC-285. May I come in? "
Naturally, nobody answered.
Another ten seconds later, the voice continued unhurriedly, "Then … I'll have to trouble you."
The door opened gently. First, there were two coughs, followed by the leisurely tapping of a walking stick.
There was also the faint sound of metal chains clanking against each other.
The other party appeared to have squatted down, and his clothes rustled softly on the ground.
Several seconds later, he dialed a number on his phone, "It's me."
"That's right … I haven't found anything. It's strange. There have been three supernatural incidents in Clear Creek County, and the evil spirits aren't weak at all. They require my personal attention … But for some reason, these three evil spirits have all been purged by someone else before I could …"
"That's right. It's the same person. His imprint is very obvious.
The Yin energy around him is much denser than that of ordinary ghosts … I've never seen such dense Yin energy before … I understand. I'll inform the city when necessary.
But so far, we haven't found any signs of this B-rated evil spirit harming anyone. It's almost as though … it's only targeting these evil spirits.
I don't think there's a need to alert the enemy … "
"Mm … sure. I'll take care of the scene. Don't worry …"
After hanging up, Qin Ye heard a faint sigh and the sound of a lighter. Then, a strange fragrance drifted over.
He remained motionless, almost like a tortoise in suspended animation. It was only after an hour that he finally opened his eyes.
The classroom was already empty. The tables and chairs had been restored to their original state.
There was a pile of ash on the podium that was still warm.
Qin Ye picked up a speck of ash and sniffed it. Then, he sneered, "Incense of Paramnesia."
"You won't remember anything the next day after smelling it.
If I remember correctly … the ingredients for this incense are incredibly precious. Even the old lady said that she didn't have much of it.
Yet, this man … casually whipped out a stick of incense, and even 'taking care of the scene'? Isn't that a little too extravagant? "
He glanced thoughtfully at the door, "He's been tracking me ever since I purged the first vengeful apparition.
He's like a stray dog that won't let go … He should be thankful that he's still in the mortal realm. If not for the fact that his lifespan hasn't come to an end, I would have sent him down to rest a long time ago. "
He walked over to Zhang Yilong and Wang Chenghao's side, stretched out his hand and pinched their cheeks mercilessly. Then, he opened their eyelids and tossed them aside like a ball.
"Good people don't live long, but scourges live for a thousand years …"
He couldn't stay here for long. Thus, he crept over to the wall of the school, flipped himself over two meters into the air and landed outside the wall.
There was a bicycle parked right there.
The rain had already stopped, and there wasn't a single soul on the streets. The once bustling night market had become deserted ever since the national notice was issued last week.
The only thing that remained was the flickering streetlights that served as a backdrop to Qin Ye's leisurely pace.
The ghosts around the Emissary of Hell had all retreated to a safe distance.
As he walked, his mind raced, "Based on what he's saying, he should be someone from the government.
A spirit body with a 'B' rating … Does this mean that the government is already paying attention to these matters? "
"I've felt that something was amiss from the very beginning … How could such superstitious superstitions be reported on the daily news in Cathay?
This must be the government paving the way for the future … Have things already gotten to this point?
I've no choice but to announce it to the entire country.
And even establish a relevant department?
How swift of an emergency response … "
"Then … how many people know about this matter right now?"
He furrowed his brows deeply as he gazed into the dark night sky and murmured to himself, "The more people there are, the more eyes there are. It's going to be even more difficult to track down 'it' …"
By the time he finished his thoughts, he had already arrived at the outskirts of the county. Clear Creek County wasn't large.
Over the past few decades, the tombs in the village had always been located at the back of the Green Dragon Mountain. Naturally, the foot of the mountain had naturally become a street for the funeral industry.
Some were making paper dolls and horses, while others were selling firecrackers and paper money … Both sides of the narrow street were lined with twenty shops that operated on the livelihood of the dead.
Although it wasn't a large number, it was still a considerable number for a county with a population of only 30,000.
His family's "Afterlife" shop had a simple name, and it was located in the innermost part of the shop.
But right now, he was astonished to discover that a large group of people had gathered around the shop.
"Little Qin!" An auntie saw him stop his bicycle and immediately ran over, "You're finally back!
Quick!
Something big has happened to your family! "