On a sparsely populated street, a man with a pale complexion walked along.
The man wore a black trench coat. Although his complexion looked frail, his steps were filled with a strong, resolute air.
I didn't expect her to grow so quickly. This time, I will definitely not repeat the same mistakes!
As soon as Liu Feng finished speaking, his eyes turned cold.
After finishing his meal, Yu Daohen, picking at his teeth, swaggered back towards the shop.
Help me~
Help me~
Quick, save my son~.
Yu Daohen froze for a moment and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a crowd gathered in the center, making it impossible to see what was happening.
Yu Daohen also walked over curiously to see what was going on.
Yu Daohen squeezed into the crowd and saw two burly men holding a two-year-old boy. Beside them, a woman was crying incessantly: Xiaobao, what's wrong with you? I'm your mother.
The two-year-old boy's face was purple, his eyes bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were upturned in a grotesque arc.
Yu Daohen frowned. It was only half-past seven, and the sun had just set. How could a ghost possess someone, and in broad daylight at that.
Yu Daohen chuckled softly. He had never seen such an arrogant ghost.
Suddenly, one of the burly men holding the little boy was thrown aside. The onlookers dared not step forward to help.
"Damn it, how can this kid have so much strength?" the man who was thrown aside cursed.
The other burly man was also sent flying several meters away by a slap from the little boy. The little boy stood up and looked at the crowd of onlookers.
He stuck out a tongue like a snake and grinned sinisterly: "This person smells so good!"
"My son~." The woman cried and was about to hug her son.
People nearby wanted to pull the woman back, but no one dared to step forward to stop her. After all, with a single slap, a burly man could be sent flying – who could withstand that?
The child watched the woman approach step by step. His tender fingers grew black claws, and he smiled creepily.
Just as the woman was about to reach the little boy, Yu Daohen, who had been behind her, had already walked forward. He grabbed the woman's shoulder: "Sister, step back. This thing in front of you is no longer your son."
The woman turned to look at Yu Daohen: "Young man, what's wrong with my son?"
"He's possessed by a ghost!" Yu Daohen said, blocking the woman behind him and looking at the little boy with a sinister smile.
"Why is another suicidal pretty boy here?" the little boy grinned sinisterly and looked at Yu Daohen.
Upon seeing Yu Daohen's face, the smile on the little boy's face immediately vanished, replaced by a grim expression: "You're a Taoist priest!!"
The little boy turned and prepared to flee. Yu Daohen chuckled softly: "You ran into me. Do you think you can still escape?"
The little boy stopped fleeing. He knew deep down that he couldn't escape once he encountered a Taoist priest. While he was still possessing the little boy, he might still have a chance to fight back.
The little boy placed his palms on the ground like a cat, leaped forward with a single bound towards Yu Daohen, and clawed at Yu Daohen's face with both his sharp claws.
Yu Daohen sneered. A faint golden light appeared in his palm: "You chose the option you shouldn't have."
As soon as Yu Daohen finished speaking, the little boy, who hadn't even gotten close, was grabbed by Yu Daohen and lifted high into the air.
The little boy struggled, trying to pry Yu Daohen's hand off him with both hands, but it was like being held by iron pincers, and he couldn't budge it at all.
"You dare not kill me. If I die, this little boy will not survive either," the little boy managed to spit out a few words with difficulty.
The onlookers watched, their hearts filled with anxiety. If Yu Daohen continued to choke him like this, the little boy might really stop breathing.
The little boy's mother rushed forward, trying to pry Yu Daohen's hand away.
Yu Daohen turned and glared coldly at the little boy's mother.
The woman, startled by Yu Daohen's glare, collapsed onto the ground. Yu Daohen turned back and stared coldly at the little boy: "Are you threatening me? You can try."
Yu Daohen knew very well that the ghost was fearless now that it was possessing the child. If he let go now, he would truly be led by the nose.
The little boy looked at the terrifying killing intent emanating from Yu Daohen's brow, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
The little boy could believe that this guy was definitely not bluffing.
Yu Daohen's grip on the little boy's throat tightened. Suddenly, a black gas emerged from the little boy's back.
"I'm done playing with you!" The black gas transformed into an infant and quickly ran down a street.
Yu Daohen released the two-year-old boy. The boy started crying, and the woman beside him hugged him: "It's okay, Mom is here."
Yu Daohen looked in the direction the little ghost had fled and quickly pursued.
The little ghost was fast and deliberately darted into less crowded streets.
The little ghost glanced back at Yu Daohen, who was relentlessly pursuing him: "What is this pretty boy's background? He's young, but so decisive."
The little ghost rounded a corner and saw several dark figures ahead. His face lit up with joy: "Brothers, quickly save your little brother!"
The figures turned to look at the little ghost. One of them grinned: "What's wrong, Diao Tai Gui?"
The little ghost fled to the figures and pointed at Yu Daohen, who was chasing him: "Brothers, this pretty boy wants to kill me!"