The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 112

The terrifying ghostly aura obscured the sky and sun, with two blood-red eyes like blood moons in the sky. A huge ghostly claw rested on the rooftop of the third building, and with a thunderous roar, the entire building crumbled to ruins.

This was the first time the live stream audience saw a great fierce. Even through the screen, they felt boundless fear and despair.

Is this the great fierce of the horror world?

Black ghostly energy surged, gradually revealing a ghostly face…

It was a dried-up human face, wrinkled like tree bark with deep crevices, only two black holes where the nose should be, and the lips pierced by a chain thicker than an arm.

“Roar—”

It opened its mouth and roared, shaking heaven and earth. The chain tore at its flesh, turning its mouth into a bloody mess.

The great fierce had appeared, and Qing Li lay motionless on the ground.

At this point, the audience in the live stream began to worry about Qing Li’s safety.

“Human, your aura is very attractive to me.”

The voice of the dried-up ghostly face was hoarse. He lowered his bloody eyes, looking at Qing Li as if she were already dead.

Qing Li took the female ghost and her child into her space, then rested her head on her arm, lying down in a more comfortable position.

She raised her eyes to meet the blood eyes in the night sky, a sneer of disdain on her lips.

“A coward, not showing up early or late, waiting until my spiritual power is drained to make a scene, really a disgrace to the great fierce.”

Daring to speak to the great fierce in such a way, Qing Li was truly the first of her kind.

The ghostly face was stung by Qing Li’s words, anger flashing in its blood-red eyes as a cover for its fear. It roared, “What do you know? I’m just being cautious.”

If it hadn’t been for the lightning that had just struck from the sky, it would have made a spectacular entrance earlier.

Qing Li rolled her eyes, “A coward is a coward, trash is trash, garbage is garbage.”

Seeing that Qing Li was only left with her tough talk, the audience in the live stream was reassured.

Tough talk indicates confidence!

So, the audience in the live stream also started mocking:

[“The village girl is right, the fierce ghost is just that, a chicken-hearted ghost.”]

[“Being careful may ensure safety for a long time, but meeting the village girl is when your boat capsizes.”]

[“Such a great fierce ghost being so cautious in front of a human, really losing face as a ghost.”]

[“Look at its frustrated anger, the village girl definitely hit it where it hurts.”]

“…”

The dried-up ghostly face was furious for the first time when mocked by Qing Li, and began to hesitate the second time…

It was attracted by the spiritual power in Qing Li. If it devoured her flesh and blood, it would certainly upgrade from a normal fierce ghost to a top-tier one.

But this human could control thunder and lightning and had a strange cleaver that turned the ghost next door into a stick.

The dried-up ghostly face had been hiding and watching until it saw Qing Li fall down completely, knowing…

It was time for it to show off!

But seeing Qing Li’s confidence now, it hesitated again!

Did this human still have hidden strength?

It survived a hundred years in the world of horror to become a fierce ghost, all thanks to its caution.

“Do you need my help to get up from the ground?”

The dried-up ghostly face asked tentatively.

If this woman agreed, then she must be so weak she couldn’t even stand.

If this woman refused, then she was definitely pretending to be weak.

Qing Li had no idea about the rich inner drama of the fierce ghost in front of her.

She looked at the disgusting, rotten ghost claw with disdain, “No need.”

“Hehe, human, I knew you were faking. You can’t fool me, you despicable, shameless, sinister, and sly villain.”

The dried-up ghostly face laughed arrogantly, thinking itself clever.

Qing Li’s mouth twitched. She thought this fierce ghost was just cowardly and cautious, but she didn’t expect… it was a complete fool.

“You really are a ‘Shakespeare’ without the ‘Shake’,” sighed Qing Li.

The ghostly face’s blood-red eyeballs flickered, asking in ignorance, “Who is Shakespeare?”

Qing Li: “A very great person.”

Ghostly face: “Oh, then I’m only missing the ‘Shake’ compared to him. Doesn’t that mean I’m also great?”

Its voice even carried a hint of pride.

Qing Li in silence: “…”

The audience in the live stream also fell silent: “?……?”

?Is this really a fierce ghost? Are you sure it’s not a clown hired by a monkey??

?Enough, this is no clown, this is a damn fool, a big damn fool!?

?Are idiots becoming fierce ghosts nowadays??

?What’s wrong with being an idiot? Why look down on idiots? Although it’s an idiot, it is a fierce idiot.?

In the night sky, the ghostly face and Qing Li stared at each other. Seeing Qing Li not moving, it sensed something was amiss.

It began to suspect that Qing Li was truly out of strength and had no resistance left.

If it didn’t make a move now, wouldn’t it give her time to recover?

“Chat time is over, I’ll let you die painlessly, goodbye, woman.”

Two ghostly claws, several times larger than Qing Li’s body, emerged from the black mist. Their scythe-like black nails gleamed ominously, capable of easily decapitating Qing Li with a mere flick.

As the ghostly claws drew closer, Qing Li, holding a red umbrella, tore off ten Talismans from under the umbrella and lazily said, “Ancestor, come out quickly, there’s a ghost threatening to destroy our Taoist temple. If I die, there will be no one to offer you incense.”

Their Taoist temple had only her left; if she perished, wouldn’t that mean the end of their entire temple?

The red umbrella emitted a strange blood light…

A vague, illusory figure appeared in front of Qing Li, a silver-white Taoist robe fluttering in the snow. Amidst the heavy snow, his tall figure seemed blurred, like an immortal descending to the mortal world yet untouched by its dust.

The audience in the live stream, who had initially only seen the ancestor’s hand, were now amazed and shocked by this ethereal figure.

?All viewers stand up: Greetings to the Ancestor?

?I pray for the Ancestor’s blessing so I don’t fail my exams?

?I pray for the Ancestor’s blessing to win the lottery jackpot?

?I pray for the Ancestor’s blessing to find my lost dog?

?I pray for the Ancestor’s blessing not to get caught cheating?

The barrage of comments gradually became absurd…

The transparent, ethereal figure stood in front of Qing Li, his voice cold and indifferent, “Who dares to bully my disciple?”

His narrow, phoenix eyes slightly squinted, and a streak of black light cut through the void, severing the ghostly claw that intended to harm Qing Li.

Qing Li, who had no strength left, saw the severed ghostly claw and crawled towards it with her last breath.

“It’s mine, all mine…”

Last time, the fierce ghost was scared away by the ancestor; this time, she must keep some souvenirs.

The withered ghostly face’s attention was now entirely on the ancestor, a nameless fear causing it to tremble slightly.

Who is this strange man?

Why does he exude such a terrifying ghostly aura?

“I… I didn’t bully her, I hadn’t gotten around to it yet, so this doesn’t count as bullying.”

The withered ghostly face, already a coward, became even more so upon seeing the ancestor, stammering in its explanation.