Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 470: The Burly Monster, the Mourning-Clad Woman, the Old Lady in Embroidered Shoes, the Half-Grown Little Ghost, and the Innkeeper Appears!

Chapter 470: The Burly Monster, the Mourning-Clad Woman, the Old Lady in Embroidered Shoes, the Half-Grown Little Ghost, and the Innkeeper Appears!

“Please forgive me, Daoist Master. I was too straight forward just now. I shouldn’t have asked, but this matter concerns whether we can leave here. I had no choice but to earnestly ask you to instruct me on how to restore cultivation,” said the monk respectfully.

“I already told you, didn’t I? Slay one yin spirit, and your cultivation rises by one small level. It’s quick!” Li Yanchu replied.

He really felt surprised. He had originally thought this was a hidden bug, or more accurately, he assumed he had in his hands a correct “game guide.” He had expected to carefully develop himself, to rely on technique, and follow a skill-based approach. But it turned out that in this entire mysterious town, among the people he knew, he was the only one with this special ability.

After a brief discussion with Master Zhiqing to understand the situation, Li Yanchu had a general sense of what was going on.

“Let’s go check Room 5 to see who’s making those moaning sounds,” Li Yanchu said with a smile.

Bang!

Once again, he unleashed a familiar, explosive kick, and the door to Room 5 flew open.

Inside, a tall and slender woman draped in a light veil lay quietly on the bed. A single white candle burned slowly, its flame surprisingly bright. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man with a stern face lay on the ground, barely alive, seeming as if he could pass at any moment.

Though, he was also naked. There wasn’t a trace of excess fat around his waist, and his muscles were taut and full of explosive power. He looked somewhat odd in this context, completely out of place.

“Is this an outsider who was attacked and hiding here, or a native of this mysterious town?” Li Yanchu frowned slightly.

He applied his Spirit Eyes, glanced around, and then decisively left Room 5.

This place seems... rather interesting, Li Yanchu thought to himself.

The ones who looked most like villains turned out to be good people, and the places that seemed safest were the first to go wrong.

What on earth is going on in this town??

As the four of them entered the corridor, the light suddenly grew dimmer and dimmer, as if night had fallen all at once!

At this time, a hulking figure with a blurry face stood in the middle of the inn’s hallway, and a chilling, overwhelming pressure instantly filled the corridor. This towering creature had red eyes that flickered with a cruel and ferocious aura!

“Roar!”

An earth-shattering roar shook the entire inn.

However, Li Yanchu was not intimidated by the deafening roar that rattled the mind. He calmly scanned the surrounding rooms and noticed that the door to Room 1 was open.

“Master Zhiqing, does this person look familiar to you?” Li Yanchu asked.

Master Zhiqing forced himself to remain calm. After all, his idol was asking for his opinion.

He stared at the terrifying, hulking creature’s face and couldn’t help but exclaim, “This seems to be that Daoist...”

As a monk who had cultivated the Heaven’s Eye, he had an exceptionally sharp memory and was very sensitive to past impressions. Still, he took a deep breath, surprised. What on earth is happening here??! Where did this horrifying flesh-mountain of a monster come from??!

Master Zhiqing felt a stir of fighting spirit. He wanted to challenge this obviously powerful giant, but he realized that here, he was just a weak, ordinary fighter. He was a mere “tugou[1],” unable to help at all, let alone contend with the hulking beast. Fortunately, Li Yanchu was there as an example, inspiring them all.

The three rescued people stared nervously at Li Yanchu, fearing something would go wrong.

Li Yanchu moved swiftly, opening the doors to each room in rapid succession. He glanced inside and saw a mature woman wearing mourning clothes knelt on the ground, an old woman wearing embroidered shoes, a painting of the God of Longevity hung on the wall, and a small boy with a head as big as a bucket, and finally a ghost infant with bluish-black skin... These were the guests of the mysterious inn.

Li Yanchu’s actions made Master Zhiqing and the others jump in shock. Their scalps tingled, and their hands and feet went icy cold. Hadn’t they been scared enough? Now, all the ghosts were essentially unleashed at once!

In an instant, cold winds swept through, and every room exuded an ominous aura. The middle-aged man in Room 5, near death earlier, and the woman in the light veil now had strangely sinister smiles as they coldly looked toward the corridor.

When Master Zhiqing noticed the scene, he thought, These two people are ghosts too!?

He was utterly shocked.

“Is there even a single living person in this inn? Why does every guest have something wrong?!”

“Roar!!!”

The hulking monster let out an enraged roar and took a step forward. Instantly, the entire building seemed to tremble.

Boom! Boom!

Like a signal, a gust of cold, malevolent wind swept through. One by one, the twisted ghosts collided with each other!

They did not attack Master Zhiqing and the others as he had feared. Instead, the inn’s guests began to viciously fight among themselves!

Except for the small boy with a head as big as a bucket, who had set his sights on Li Yanchu, the rest of the guests clashed together, even attacking the terrifying hulking monster.

So the ghosts here also have a predatory hierarchy, Li Yanchu thought.

If this weren’t the case, the spirit of the tablet would have immediately torn Master Zhiqing apart while he was trapped in the room, or shared him with the big-eared ghost, but it didn’t. Instead, it seemed to fear something.

Just as Li Yanchu had guessed, the ghosts weren’t united; their internal conflicts sometimes outweighed their concern for the living humans.

He didn’t attack the small boy with a head as big as a bucket. As the saying went, “the fiercest are the half-sized ghosts”, referring to these small but extremely vengeful spirits.

“Freeze.” With a slight gesture, Li Yanchu’s Immobilization Spell bound the boy, rendering him completely immobile.

Suddenly, the old woman holding the embroidered shoes lunged and bit down on his neck.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones and flesh being chewed was painfully clear.

At this moment, Li Yanchu led Zhang Wei and Liu Jun to retreat downstairs. When he had first opened the doors, he had scanned the rooms and found no trace of the three missing people.

Through his Spirit Eyes, he could clearly see that not a single guest was alive; they were all ghosts! So he decided to take the risk and release all the ghosts at once.

Then, they retreated to the first floor without incident. Zhang Wei couldn’t help but feel awestruck by Li Yanchu. This level of perception is far beyond me. And this kind of courage... I could never match it.

Both Zhang Wei and Master Zhiqing shared the same thought simultaneously.

Boom! Boom!

Various loud, thundering noises erupted continuously, and the air was thick with the metallic, choking stench of blood. The scene was utterly gruesome and brutal.

Suddenly, the innkeeper, leaning heavily on a cane, limped forward. His gaze was cold as it fixed on Li Yanchu.

“What have you done in my inn?” His tone was icy, his eyes radiating murderous intent.

1. Tugou is a diverse group of dogs native to China and still abundant across the country today. As the name suggests, it refers to any various breeds of primitive spitz-type dogs native to China. ☜