Ghosts aren't simply divided into fierce ghosts and evil ghosts.

  Vicious spirits and evil spirits are just measures of a spirit's strength.

  For example, evil spirits are ten times more terrifying than evil ghosts.

  And as for oni, they are divided into many types. In ancient times, a senior fellow compiled a list called the "Hyakki Yagyo", which recorded one hundred kinds of powerful oni.

  At this time, the Wang Sen in front of Lin Xiaofeng had become a ghost on the Hundred Ghosts List, ranking seventy-ninth, named Dark Raksha.

  This dark Rakshasa is said to be extremely ferocious and although it's a ghost, its strength is boundless.

  Lin Xiao Feng thought of this and hastily retreated. Wang Sen let out a loud roar, the Suppressing Evil Talisman that was originally stuck to his forehead suddenly turned into a cloud of powder.

  Seeing Wang Sen rushing towards him, Lin Xiao Feng took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.

  Lin Xiaofeng was actually extremely nervous in his heart, this is a ghost on top of the Hundred Ghosts List!

  Luckily this guy just turned into a Dark Rakshasa, otherwise I'm afraid I would have really fallen here today.

  Lin Xiaofeng hastily bit his right hand finger and then drew a fatal curse on the golden sword.

  "One step back, he also opened his mouth and recited: 'Magic star evil spirit, ancient cave spirit, raise your head to see together, bow your head to listen together, above are the six jia, below are the six ding, disturb as fierce, calm the thunder, the supreme has an order, commanding me to execute.'"

  Just finished, Anluo also rushed forward, Lin Xiaofeng raised the Golden Sword and stabbed it at its forehead.

  An Luo easily dodged this sword, and he wasn't foolish enough to let Lin Xiaofeng hit his brow.

  The space between the eyebrows of a ghost is also called the Ghost Gate. No matter how powerful the ghost, as long as the Ghost Gate is hit, it will either be seriously injured or completely annihilated.

  This sword was dodged, Lin Xiaofeng's peak turned sharply and slashed horizontally.

  An Luo's hand shot out and grasped towards Lin Xiaofeng's chest.

  His fingers were as long as five centimeters, sharp to the extreme, and once Lin Xiaofeng was caught, he could almost go down to report to Yanluo Wang.

  Lin Xiaofeng didn't dare let him catch up, gave up on attacking and retreated a step back.

  The dark Rakshasa pressed forward.

  One hand grabbed Lin Xiaofeng's neck.

  Lin Xiaofeng was caught off guard by this, just like being pinched on the neck by a pair of iron pliers, and his breathing became difficult.

  An Luo glared at Lin Xiao Feng, his eyes red with rage, and said: "You're all going to die, every single one of you is going to die!"

  "I'm going." Lin Xiao Feng struggled with all his might, wanting to lift up his right hand and thrust a sword into it.

  At this time, there is already a bit of hypoxia in the brain, and the whole body can't exert any strength.

  "Is it that I can only use demonic arts?" Lin Xiao Feng's heart felt helpless, if he wasn't forced to, he wouldn't have wanted to use demonic arts at all.

  Those Taoist spells used before were actually some other Taoist spells taught by Master, which are usually used to catch ghosts and demons, and they are enough.

  Lin Xiaofeng bit the tip of his tongue and spat it onto the top of An Luo's head, then recited: "Six Jia six Yi, evil spirits come out. Six Bing six Ding, evil spirits enter the underworld! Blood curse!"

  At the same time as he finished speaking, the blood mist that had been sprayed into mid-air instantly splattered onto An Luo's body.

  "Ah!" An Luo let out a miserable cry, his entire body emitting green smoke. He released his grip on Lin Xiaofeng's hand and fell to the ground, struggling nonstop.

  "Cough, cough, cough." Lin Xiao Feng covered his neck and started coughing violently.

  "What is this, it's not Taoist magic, all Taoist magic uses cinnabar and yellow talismans to summon, you're using fresh blood, this is ghost magic." An Luo suddenly lifted his head in shock, looking at Lin Xiaofeng in disbelief: "You know ghost magic!"

  Exercising Taoist magic usually involves using cinnabar and black dog blood as a medium, while ghostly magic uses the fresh blood of the practitioner.

  Lin Xiao Feng panted heavily, looking at the struggling Dark Luo Xian on the ground: "Rest in peace."

  "I won't give up! Even if I become a dark assassin and kill you all, I still won't be satisfied!"

  Soon, a red flame burned on Dark Rasetsu's body, he kept screaming and struggling, and it lasted for half a minute before he was completely burned to ashes.

  Lin Xiaofeng looked at where An Luo Xian had disappeared and let out a sigh in his heart.

  If he were just an ordinary Taoist, he would definitely not be a match for An Luo Chen today. Guǐ shù is the ancestor of all evil techniques, and using it to deal with evil spirits is even more effective than Taoist techniques.

  Of course, if it wasn't absolutely necessary, Lin Xiaofeng wouldn't have resorted to using ghostly techniques either.

  At the same time as An Luo Xie disappeared, all the lights in the villa suddenly lit up.

  Lin Xiaofeng's whole body went soft as he saw Xiao Huangtiger lying on the ground not far away.

  Xiao Huang Hu was just possessed by An Luo Chen, and I don't know what's going on with him now.

  Lin Xiaofeng walked over to him, helped him up, and felt his pulse. Fortunately, it was just a bit of irregular breathing, nothing serious.

  "Lin Xiaofeng, how is it going?"

  Lin Xiaofeng heard Xiao Lili's voice by his ear, he turned back to see Xiao Lili holding the God of Wealth in her hands, covered with incense ash all over her body, standing timidly at the kitchen door.

  "Hurry up and make some ginger soup for your father, I've already taken care of that evil spirit."

  Xiao Lili felt relieved when Lin Xiaofeng said so, and together they lifted Xiao Huangtiger onto the sofa. Then she made some ginger soup and fed it to her father.

  Lin Xiaofeng sat on the sofa, after putting away his things, he saw Xiao Lili had just fed Xiao Huangtiger a ginger soup, and asked: "Didn't you hear something else?"

  Lin Xiaofeng asked about were actually the two words "Ghost Technique".

  If Xiao Lili heard it and accidentally spread it out, it would cause a huge stir.

  Fortunately, Xiao Lili asked suspiciously: "What thing? I was hiding under the sofa all along and only came out when the lights turned on."

  "That's good." Lin Xiaofeng asked, "You and Wang Sen should have known each other for many years, right?"

  Xiao Lili nodded slightly, lowering her head: "That's right, he watched me grow up since I was a kid, but later on, because of one thing, he started hating my dad."

  "Is it because of Zhang Xiaolian?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.

  Seeing Xiao Lili nod, Lin Xiaofeng asked: "So, when we went to Liuxi River earlier, it was also you who actively suggested to Huang Paozi, right? You deliberately led me to Liuxi River to help Zhang Xiaolian?"

  "Did you guess it?" Xiao Lili looked at Lin Xiaofeng with some surprise: "Zhang Jie is actually a very good person, unfortunately my brother promised to die for love back then but ended up betraying her. I've dreamed of Xiaolian many times."

  "She asked me to help her avenge, I used to think it was just a nightmare, but since I saw the real ghost in Hongshu Village, I realized that Xiaolian sister really became a vengeful spirit."

  It's indeed like that.

  Lin Xiaofeng had been guessing earlier, after all, he had just gone to Liuxi River to help Zhang Xiaolian ascend, and then met Wang Sen, all of this was a bit too coincidental.