Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 470 Ghost Catcher 31

Fang Jie.

This name has weighed heavily on Yun Chu's heart for more than ten years.

Over the past decade, Yun Chu has traveled all over the country, conducting investigations openly and secretly, and mobilizing all the connections and means she could mobilize.

No matter if it was the secret channels of the Xuanmen in the mortal world or the special care from Judge Li in the underworld, all the clues pointing to Fang Jie were like stones thrown into a deep pool, which only caused a few imperceptible ripples before quickly returning to silence.

This person's concealment skills are unparalleled, like a drop of water blending into ink.

He seems to be extremely good at severing cause and effect and confusing the secrets of nature.

Yun Chu had captured remnants of resentment and traces of evil magic related to him several times, and even traced the intermediaries and servants who had contact with him, but without exception, the clues always broke at the most critical point.

Fang Jie himself seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, isolating himself from all investigation.

His movements were erratic and his breath was hard to pin down, like a ghost wandering on the edge of the world of the living and the shadows.

As time went by, this futile pursuit even made some people in the Xuanmen who had once enthusiastically offered help lose confidence.

However, Yun Chu's heart for the Dao was no longer as eager and sharp as it once was. This heavy waiting and searching had precipitated a will as unshakable as a mountain. She firmly believed that as long as Fang Jie was still alive, as long as he still walked between heaven and earth, tainted by karma, there would be a trace to follow.

A few months ago, an extremely secretive and costly piece of information, after being passed on many times, was finally quietly delivered to Yun Chu's desk through a channel that had a secret connection with the underworld.

The content of the intelligence caused a slight ripple in her calm state of mind:

"The target, 'Old Ghost' (Fang Jie's codename), has left Myanmar. He recently returned secretly, his whereabouts extremely cryptic. His whereabouts are still unknown, but it's speculated that his intentions may be related to his impending death and his search for a way to prolong his life."

"The target is extremely exhausted and has little time left. Be extremely vigilant, as they may resort to extreme measures out of desperation. Source: Borderline Dark Line, reliability assessed at over 70%."

Fang Jie, your life span is running out. Yun Chu chewed on these words carefully.

More than a decade of pursuit and hiding, coupled with the backlash from his sorcery, had finally exhausted his mortal lifespan. He could no longer safely hide in that chaotic outer world and was forced to return to the land he was most familiar with, yet also the place most likely to be exposed.

The word "extend life" was like a poisonous sting of light that suddenly lit up in the darkness, making Yun Chu's eyes instantly become extremely cold.

Based on her understanding of Fang Jieren, this kind of "extending life" is definitely not a correct way.

He had been immersed in the chaotic and lawless area of ​​Myanmar for many years, and must have been exposed to the more ferocious and cruel South Asian evil magic.

The only choices he would make are to sacrifice other people's lives, graft their life span, or absorb the souls and spirits of the living through extremely evil rituals!

The news that Fang Jie was dying not only did not make Yun Chu relax at all, but instead raised the alarm in her heart to the highest level.

A demon who knows that he is about to die but still has evil means at his disposal, what kind of crazy things will he do in order to survive?

Yun Chu knew that this cat-and-mouse game that had lasted for more than ten years had reached its final moment.

Fang Jie is like a trapped beast cornered in a corner, all his madness will burst forth at the final moment. He returns to China not to surrender, but to reap the lives of innocent people and make a last-ditch effort to survive!

The spiritual energy of Qixiaju was still tranquil, but Yunchu's heart was brewing thunder like an abyss.

She mobilized all her resource networks and extended her tentacles to the maximum extent, looking for clues about Fang Jie's return to China.

The unusual changes in the city's magnetic field, the abnormal concentration of yin energy in remote areas, the possible traces of evil magic behind abnormal death cases... these all became the focus of her investigation.

At the same time, she also strengthened her contact with Judge Li of the underworld, reporting Fang Jie's threat level and the possible evil means he might use, hoping to obtain more timely warnings and clue sharing.

The abandoned Renji Hospital crawled like a giant beast on the outskirts of the city, and the evil energy seeping from the broken windows distorted the moonlight.

Yun Chu stood before the rusted iron gate, the ghost bell at his waist suddenly rang—Fang Jie's rotten stench was so strong it pierced his nostrils. Three months of planning finally closed in at this moment.

The underground morgue of the abandoned hospital was filled with a pungent smell of stale blood and formaldehyde.

The remaining green safety indicator lights cut the space into strange areas of light, and the darkness deeper inside seemed to be wriggling as if it had life.

Fang Jie's hunched figure was kneeling in the center of the huge evil array's eye, which was painted with dark brown blood stains. Sticky, scarlet light seeped out from the depths of the array, dyeing the entire basement with an ominous halo, like the opening and closing eyes of hell.

In the center of the formation, a young girl had a pale face, her eyes were closed, and a strange black talisman was painted on her neck. Her life force was being greedily sucked away by the red formation.

"The time has come!" Fang Jie suddenly looked up, and a crazy and greedy green light burst out of his turbid eyes.

His withered hand, like an eagle's claw, grabbed the girl's crown. He muttered something, and the purple blood vessels under her skin bulged, twisted, and squirmed, as if the skin was full of hideous centipedes. "Lend me your spirit and energy to extend my life span for another sixty years! The formation is complete!"

"Tsk-!"

The sound of breaking wind was sharp and piercing, breaking through the darkness with abundant golden light!

A talisman flashing with thunder symbols shot out like a golden flying blade, and pierced into the core of Fang Jie's formation with incredible precision!

"The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the origin of all Qi - Seal!" A clear and majestic shout resounded throughout the morgue!

Yun Chu kicked the heavy lead door away, and his figure rushed into the formation in an instant like a purple lightning that cut through the darkness.

The talisman turned into an extremely tough golden chain, wrapped around the core of the formation, and the red light suddenly dimmed!

"Who?!" Fang Jie was horrified and furious. The moment he turned around, his cloudy old eyes met a pair of eyes that were icy cold and burning with thirteen years of deep hatred! That gaze seemed to have substance, making the air freeze.

"Fang! Jie!" Yun Chu's voice was as cold as ten thousand years of black ice. "Accept your fate! Tonight is the time of reckoning!"

"Junior! You're ruining my plans!" Fang Jie saw who was coming, and his shock instantly turned into raging rage and a hint of subtle fear. He let out a sharp roar, and without hesitation, he swung his skinny arms to the sides.

"Hey! Nine Yin Evil Nail! Out!"

Nine long nails that were pale white in color and shaped like polished human finger joints were shot out with a suffocatingly thick cold wind and biting chill!

The nail was engraved with dense ghost patterns. As soon as it left his hand, a sharp and shrill cry, like the howling of hundreds of infant spirits at the same time, suddenly broke out, turning into distorted sound waves that drilled into the mind!

That sound not only attacks the hearing, but also seems to be gnawing at the soul!

Yun Chu's face was as serene as the abyss, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She placed her left hand in front of her chest, forming a seal to protect her mind. The ancient peach wood sword in her right hand instantly emanated a layer of clear purple energy, and her wrist trembled like a butterfly flitting through flowers.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding exploded densely in the basement!

Each bone nail was delicately deflected and blocked. Where the purple energy met the white bones, tiny bursts of black smoke and a pungent stench erupted.

The powerful impact made Yun Chu's arms slightly numb, but her lower body was as steady as a rock and her steps were not at all unstable.

The Ghost Bell hummed silently at her waist, and a circle of invisible ripples swept across. Those sonic ghost howls seemed to have met their nemesis, and most of them dissipated instantly.