In the darkness, a figure clad in white drifted slowly towards the shop, feet off the ground, face obscured by black hair.
The middle-aged man, already trembling, hid behind the other five.
Yu Daohan shouted at the approaching figure. "If he were outside the shop, I wouldn't intervene. But if he's inside, no one will touch him."
Ghosts were generally divided into six types: Spirit Ghosts, Fierce Ghosts, Slaughter Ghosts, Nether Ghosts, Ghost Kings, and such.
The one before them was precisely the lowest-grade Spirit Ghost.
Seeing that the female ghost had no intention of stopping, Yu Daohan walked to a drawer, took out a whip over a meter long, and stood at the entrance. "If you take another step, don't blame me for being impolite."
The female ghost paused, then continued to drift into the shop.
Upon seeing this, Yu Daohan gripped the ghost-whipping whip and charged forward.
*Crack!*
The whip swung down, and a wisp of white smoke rose from the female ghost, as if burned.
The female ghost did not dodge, and Yu Daohan frowned in surprise.
"Logically, it should have some intelligence."
Yu Daohan did not swing a second whip. He shouted at the female ghost, "If you come any closer, I'll make you vanish into thin air."
For such a low-grade Spirit Ghost, ten lashes would be enough to make it disappear completely.
After he spoke, the female ghost stopped drifting into the shop and instead stood there motionless.
Yu Daohan said nothing and turned to walk back into the shop.
Seeing that Yu Daohan had not dealt with the female ghost, the middle-aged man said anxiously, "Master, quickly destroy her. I'll pay whatever it takes."
Yu Daohan waved his hand. "Let's have some tea first." He took a purple apricot leaf from a drawer and placed it in a teacup, then poured the boiled water over it. "You should know my rules. Have some tea."
The middle-aged man looked at the teacup on the table, picked it up, and took a small sip. His expression immediately changed, and he spat it out. "It's so bitter and scalding, I can't drink it!"
Yu Daohan's expression remained unchanged. "If you can't drink it, then please leave."
The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned extremely unsightly. "Master, please don't. It's just too hot. I'll let it cool a bit before drinking."
Yu Daohan glanced at the female ghost outside. "Five minutes."
The middle-aged man nodded, telling himself that the tea was simply too hot for him to drink.
The middle-aged man held the teacup, but no matter how much he blew on it, the tea remained as hot as when it was first poured.
He took a small sip. As the tea entered his mouth, an invisible force prevented him from swallowing it, as if he had lost the function to swallow. His brain sent the command, but his throat did not respond.
Yu Daohan took out his phone and checked the time. "You have two minutes left."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, opened his throat and mouth, and poured the entire cup of tea in.
Yu Daohan smiled faintly and shook his head helplessly. "Some things are not useful just because you force them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the water the middle-aged man had swallowed was directly spat out. He crouched on the ground and gagged a few times, his heart now in complete panic.
When facing death, people would do anything.
The middle-aged man stared at Yu Daohan, his voice laced with danger. "Master Yu, are you truly going to stand by and do nothing?"
Yu Daohan did not look at him. He picked up the broken pieces of the teacup and said, "I'm sorry, rules are rules."
All hope was gone from the middle-aged man's heart. He shouted angrily, "Go, break his hands!"
The five men beside him dared not move.
They knew in their hearts that their survival today depended entirely on this young man.
Seeing the five men fall silent, the middle-aged man was completely desperate. He clenched his fist and swung it at Yu Daohan.
Yu Daohan grabbed the incoming fist and then threw the middle-aged man, sending him flying.
The man, weighing over a hundred pounds, was thrown away with a single hand.
The five men were fortunate they hadn't acted earlier. With such strength, the five of them combined wouldn't be enough for him to handle.
Yu Daohan turned to the five men again. "If you don't want to die, each of you go home."
Seeing the middle-aged man thrown out, the female ghost floated over directly.
The middle-aged man, terrified, ran towards another street, with the female ghost in close pursuit.
Seeing the female ghost chasing the middle-aged man down another street, the five men seized the opportunity and ran towards their cars.
Two engines roared to life, and then, two cars sped away from the old street.
On the dark street, a man was running quickly, shouting, "Help! Help!"
As the man looked around for any sign of light, his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground.
The man turned around, facing the relentlessly approaching female ghost, and knelt on the ground. "I shouldn't have killed you. Please, spare me, spare me!"
Before the man could kowtow, a hand plunged into his heart. The man looked down as blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground.
Yu Daohan gazed at the dark street.
He had learned magic simply to make a living. As for saving the world, he couldn't do it, nor did he want to. Doing what he could, that was the justice he upheld.
When the middle-aged man was enraged, Yu Daohan saw a wisp of blood energy emanating from his eyes – a killing intent that only those who had killed possessed.