Chapter 72: Ghost Hand! [Fifth Update]

When the incantation ended, the talisman instantly ignited, transforming into a streak of black light that enveloped Yan Yu’s left arm!

The raging yin wind tore his sleeve to shreds, exposing a well-muscled arm to the air!

What shocked Yang Yongsheng most was that a ghostly face had grown on Yan Yu’s left arm!

It resembled a tattoo, yet its eyes blinked and mouth gaped open, with sharp fangs protruding from the flesh, evoking a primal terror.

“Eat…”

The ghostly face on Yan Yu’s arm uttered in a deep, guttural voice.

In an instant, the frenzied wraiths froze, cowed to the point of nearly dissipating!

“What are you all standing around for? Go!” Yang Yongsheng shouted, slapping one of the wraiths, sending it flying several meters away.

Yet none dared to approach!

Yan Yu slowly rose from the floor, his head tilted as he said, “Summoning the Ghost Hand brings down Heaven’s wrath, but to deal with scum like you, what does one more punishment matter?”

Staring at the ghostly face on Yan Yu’s arm, Yang Yongsheng was filled with genuine dread. Clutching the necklace in his hand, he roared, “If you don’t go now, I’ll make every one of you vanish completely!”

Spurred by the threat, the dozen or so wraiths finally moved, leaping into the air and lunging at Yan Yu once more.

“Eat!” Yan Yu and the ghostly face cried in unison. The ghost hand seized the nearest wraith by the head, and then—

The wraith had no chance to struggle, and Yan Yu showed no hesitation. He crushed its head with a single squeeze!

Its soul was scattered instantly!

The shattered wraith dissolved into a cloud of black smoke, but it didn’t end there. Every wisp of smoke was devoured by the ghostly face on Yan Yu’s arm!

“Eat! Eat! Eat!” the face cried ecstatically.

“Don’t just eat! I summoned you to punish the wicked!” Yan Yu admonished.

“Heh… eat!”

The ghostly face seemed to know only how to eat.

But even this was enough to terrify Yang Yongsheng.

He had spent countless efforts subduing these wraiths, some of which had nearly reached the level of vengeful ghosts, yet before Yan Yu’s Ghost Hand, they were utterly powerless!

Once seized by Yan Yu, their fate was complete annihilation.

The ghostly face continued to voraciously devour the essence left behind by the departed spirits.

“This… what kind of monster is this…”

Seeing his minions about to be wiped out, Yang Yongsheng was filled with the urge to flee.

He inched toward the office door, preparing to make his escape.

But as his fingers touched the handle, a wraith was hurled against the door by Yan Yu. The spirit collided with a bang, dissolved into pure essence, and was immediately consumed by the ghostly face.

“Trying to run?”

Yan Yu stepped forward, his ghost hand gripping the door handle and squeezing lightly.

The stainless-steel handle crumpled like paper.

Yang Yongsheng swallowed hard, terror etched in his eyes.

“What… what do you want?”

“In this world, debts must be paid,” Yan Yu replied with a cold smile, slapping Yang Yongsheng across the face. Yang Yongsheng flew to the other side of the office, crashing hard against a desk!

Yan Yu followed, seized him by the neck with one hand, and lifted him into the air.

“Eat… eat… eat!” the ghostly face cried in excitement.

Yan Yu’s tone was icy. “We had an agreement. You eat only ghosts, not humans!”

“He… is more evil… than ghosts… tastier…” the ghostly face uttered with difficulty.

Yang Yongsheng’s face turned purple. “Aren’t you Daoists supposed to help lost spirits find peace? You just killed so many innocent wraiths—doesn’t that stain you with murder?”

Yan Yu chuckled. “Those wraiths had already lost a soul and a spirit thanks to you—they wouldn’t have survived anyway. And it was my Ghost Hand that devoured them, not me. Why should I bear the guilt?”

“What… are you, really?”

“What am I?” Yan Yu sneered, throwing Yang Yongsheng to the floor. “My name is Yan Yu—Yan, as in the King of Hell!”

Yang Yongsheng hit the ground and lay motionless, as if he’d stopped breathing.

Yan Yu frowned, about to check on him, when Yang Yongsheng suddenly twisted around and stabbed at Yan Yu’s brow with the tooth in his hand!

“Hmph—”

Caught off guard, Yan Yu took the tooth directly to the forehead. In that instant, all the souls the necklace had just absorbed poured into Yan Yu’s body!

Any ordinary person would have been doomed, but Yan Yu was different—he harbored a spectral entity within. In the blink of an eye, every soul was devoured clean by the Ghost Hand.

As Yan Yu regained his senses, Yang Yongsheng had already drawn a dagger from the office desk drawer!

Had Yan Yu hesitated even a second, Yang Yongsheng might have slit his throat.

Seeing Yan Yu recover, Yang Yongsheng’s eyes flashed with panic, but in the next moment, he grabbed the unconscious Chen Miaofu from the ground!

“If you so much as move a finger, I’ll kill her!” Yang Yongsheng snarled.

Yan Yu fixed him with a piercing gaze.

At last, he sighed and quietly retracted the ghostly face from his left arm.

Now, his left arm looked even paler than the right, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.

“I’ve seen those with Spirit Eyes, but this is my first time seeing someone with a Spirit Hand,” Yang Yongsheng sneered.

Yan Yu shook his head. “Rather than Spirit Hand, I prefer to call it the Ghost Hand, or the Qilin Arm.”

“I don’t care what you call it!” Yang Yongsheng barked. “Get out of here right now, and I’ll let the woman go. If not—”

Bang—

Before Yang Yongsheng could finish, a heavy thud sounded in the office. His dagger clattered to the floor, followed by Yang Yongsheng himself, his head bloodied.

Standing behind him was Instructor Yan, gripping a wooden staff.

“You should have brought me along,” Instructor Yan said coolly.

“You arrived just in time, didn’t you?” Yan Yu smiled faintly. “Remember our agreement—even if you want Yang Yongsheng, don’t do it yourself.”

Instructor Yan’s face suddenly blurred, morphing into the visage of Feng Liang.

Feng Liang cast a venomous glance at Yang Yongsheng lying on the floor, but finally nodded.

Fatty and Hao Zhuang quietly slipped in as well. Surveying the wreckage, Fatty couldn’t help but ask, “Boss, what happened just now? Are you alright?”

“I’m… alright,” Yan Yu replied, unconsciously rubbing his left arm. “Take care of Chen Miaofu.”

Hao Zhuang glanced at the unconscious, disheveled Chen Miaofu and suddenly asked, “Boss, Yang Yongsheng brought Chen Miaofu to his office in the middle of the night to do something unspeakable. But why did he summon Feng Liang—a boy—here earlier tonight?”

At his words, Feng Liang’s face turned deathly pale, and a chill swept through the office, dropping the temperature by several degrees…