Chapter 2087: Soul-breaking Valley
When Xiao Zheng returned to the Wang Family Mansion, the battle here was already over.
The ground was littered with bodies, and everyone from the Ghost Raising Family gathered here had met their demise.
Seeing Xiao Zheng return, Long Qie and the others quickly gathered around him.
"Mr. Xiao, how did it go? Did you catch up with the Ghost King?"
Long Qie, on behalf of everyone, asked the question they were most eager to know.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng shook his head and said, "I didn’t catch up with him; he deceived me with a ghost creature. I didn’t expect he had such a trick up his sleeve. It’s my fault for being too careless, allowing him to escape."
Despite their surprise at his words, no one said anything.
Long Qie shook his head and said, "It’s okay. After all, the Ghost Raising Family is basically eradicated now, except for the escaped Ghost King, only a few small fry remain, which poses no threat."
"However, if the Ghost King isn’t eliminated, he will still be a major concern for us," Bai Mudan frowned slightly and said.
In her mind, the image of that armored ghost creature resurfaced again.
Upon hearing her words, Xiao Zheng nodded and said, "I understand what you’re saying. I definitely won’t let the Ghost King live. But it will be hard to find him again in the short term."
"I just slew one of his ghost creatures; he must be severely injured and is likely hiding somewhere to heal now."
"But what do we do if he keeps hiding and refuses to come out?" Titan couldn’t help but ask.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng smirked and said, "He won’t hide forever. A person of his caliber and pride wouldn’t allow himself to be a coward forever."
"I bet it won’t be long before he comes looking for me!"
Hearing his definitive statement, Long Qie and the others felt somewhat skeptical.
However, Xiao Zheng didn’t want to explain further and said, "You handle things here first, I’m heading back to the branch. As for the follow-up actions, Long Qie, you make the arrangements. Be sure to eradicate the Ghost Raising Family, leave no one alive."
"Don’t worry, Mr. Xiao!" Long Qie patted his chest and said, "Before killing those people, I already learned from their mouths the whereabouts of everyone in the Ghost Raising Family. In less than two days, I will remove the Ghost Raising Family from this world!"
"That’s good, then I’ll leave it to you." Xiao Zheng said with a smile.
Everyone hastily waved their hands, saying in unison, "It’s no trouble."
Xiao Zheng then smiled again and flew toward the Yunchuan Branch.
Long Qie and the others had important tasks to attend to, and he also wasn’t without things to do.
After his initial encounter with the Ghost King today, Xiao Zheng suddenly realized that his own power was somewhat lacking. If he were stronger, he wouldn’t have been fooled by the Ghost King’s little tricks tonight.
In order to thoroughly slay the Ghost King next time, Xiao Zheng decided to go back and merge the remaining four pieces of Golden Bone!
Upon returning to the branch, he immediately asked Zhang Xin to arrange a quiet room for him.
Zhang Xin acted quickly, and soon a quiet room was prepared.
Carrying the four pieces of Golden Bone acquired from the Wu Clan, Xiao Zheng entered the quiet room for a retreat.
Meanwhile, Long Qie and the others didn’t rest either. After dealing with the corpses at the Wang Family Mansion, they quickly proceeded to the next location. Long Qie had already learned from Wang Tianjun about the locations of all the survivors from the Ghost Raising Family.
Therefore, everyone was confident about the upcoming action.
A vigorous hunting operation quickly unfolded in Xiangnan Province!
Elsewhere.
After fleeing in panic, the Ghost King hadn’t actually left Xiangnan Province but had secretly arrived at a place called Soul-breaking Valley.
This place was located in the Ten Thousand Mountains, perpetually shrouded in mist, essentially a dead end.
Few people came here, and even if someone accidentally intruded, they’d find themselves disoriented and end up back where they started, as if hit by a ghost wall. Over time, tales of hauntings spread, deterring people from approaching this place.
The Ghost King descended from the clouds, rushing into the mist.
It wasn’t until he landed that his vision gradually cleared.
The valley was actually quite expansive, with a creek quietly flowing through it. Not far from the creek bank stood a thatched hut, indicating someone had once lived here!
For the past two years, the Ghost King had been living in seclusion at this place.
His body was very weak now; hastily entering the hut, he immediately sat cross-legged and began to heal. As he started channeling energy, the mist perpetually covering the valley began swirling like a tornado, gradually merging into his body.
Each time a wisp of mist entered, the color returned somewhat to the Ghost King’s face.
After maintaining this state for three full days, his injuries were finally healed!
When the Ghost King reopened his eyes, a gleam flashed through them!
After spitting out the congested blood in his chest, deep hatred once again appeared in his eyes: "Damn Evil God! How dare you kill Gui Li, whom I painstakingly nurtured! I will definitely kill you!"
The Ghost King gritted his teeth with a roar and then stood up in anger.
He quietly exited the thatched hut and went straight to one side of the valley.
The mist was thickest here, and if one listened carefully, they could even hear the sounds of ancient soldiers charging!
The sound of metal clashing and warhorses neighing!
An ordinary person would be scared to death upon hearing such sounds, yet the Ghost King remained unfazed, even showing a hint of enjoyment in his eyes. He looked toward a grave.
The grave wasn’t new, nor too old.
There was no tombstone in front of it, just a simple mound of dirt. Anyone else would never think it was a grave.
Only the Ghost King knew the true purpose of this grave.
He stood quietly in front of it, softly chanting something inaudible, and the world’s energy suddenly started to agitate.
Then, even the grave in front of him began to change!
The previously intact soil started to crack!
Blood began to seep continuously from the cracks!
Seeing this scene, the Ghost King stopped chanting.
He looked at the solitary grave in front of him with a complex expression: "Evil God, your strength is indeed formidable. But once my treasure comes into the world, your death will be certain!"
Muttering to himself, the Ghost King’s eyes finally became extremely sharp!