Chapter 097: The One Possessed by a Malevolent Spirit

As I glanced at Xu Nan with a puzzled look, I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The moment the door cracked open just slightly, I sensed a dangerous aura.

Once the door was fully open, a shadow lunged at me in an instant.

I took a deep breath, lowered my body, twisted my head, and with one hand, I gripped the shadow’s throat precisely.

The figure attacking me was none other than Xu Nan’s daughter, Xu Yiling.

My right hand, clutching her neck, began to tremble—I hadn’t expected Xu Yiling to possess such strength.

Her face flushed a deep red, twisted into a ferocious grin.

I dared not exert more force; if I didn’t loosen my grip, she would surely be strangled to death.

Clearly, she was possessed by an evil spirit unlike Song Zhong’s case. This was a genuine malevolent ghost, and if not handled carefully, Xu Yiling’s life could be at risk!

With no other choice, I released my hold on her neck.

At that very moment, as she lost control, her mouth curled into a sinister smile, eyes wide open, and she lunged forward to bite my neck.

It seemed no matter the kind of ghost, they all liked to bite necks—I had always thought that was the exclusive trait of zombies.

Crash!

Anticipating her next move, just as she opened her mouth, I swiftly sidestepped and pressed my hand against her temple, pinning her firmly against the doorframe.

I used nearly all my strength, and the impact shattered the left side of her cheek.

Dark blood dripped from her chin onto the floor.

“My daughter!” Xu Nan shouted, her hands trembling with emotion.

She tried to rush forward but was held back by Song Zhong.

At that moment, I quickly bit my hand and, using my own blood, drew a warding curse on the left side of Xu Yiling’s face.

“By the urgent command! Break the evil! Disperse!”

With a palm strike, the crooked, hastily drawn symbol flared up in flames out of thin air.

The flames surged about a dozen centimeters high before retreating swiftly, seeping into every pore of Xu Yiling’s cheek.

After releasing my hand, Xu Yiling collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently.

She kicked frantically, breaking her slippers.

Her hands clawed desperately at her throat.

But whenever her fingers touched her skin, she recoiled as if shocked by electricity.

Her mouth opened wide, contorted in agony as she tried to scream, but no sound emerged; instead, dark smoke billowed from her throat.

I furrowed my brow—something was entwining her, and the warding curse alone couldn’t expel it.

Glancing at Xu Nan and Song Zhong, I asked, “Is there any white liquor?”

Xu Nan stood dumbfounded, unsure of what to do, but Song Zhong acted quickly, fetching a bottle of Tianzhilan from their liquor cabinet and handing it to me.

I opened the bottle, took a swig, then poured the entire contents over Xu Yiling.

Discarding the bottle, I took a deep breath and sat cross-legged in front of her.

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