Lin Shuyou clenched both fists, the aura of the True Monarch bursting out completely, using this method to pass Brother Xiao Yuan's orders to the teammates outside.
The ribbons on the woman's body swept toward Lin Shuyou. Ah You stood where he was without dodging, just raising his left hand upright in front of him, as if chanting scripture.
Circle after circle of red ribbons wrapped Ah You up completely; as they suddenly tightened, a corrosive slime seeped out from their surface.
The double-bodied man crawled rapidly along the ground, trying to get around Lin Shuyou and lunge straight at the young man behind him.
"Bang!"
The ribbons snapped apart.
One strip remained, clamped tight in Lin Shuyou's left hand.
Immediately after, his right foot stepped out sideways; the Three-step Praise activated, his whole body sliding as if on rails, arriving right beside the double-bodied man as his boot came down, accurately stomping on the joint where the two bodies met.
No matter how those four hands and four legs flailed and thrashed on the floor, they still couldn't break free from Ah You's foot pinning them down.
The next moment, Ah You yanked on the ribbon with his left hand, forcibly hauling the woman over with a sudden surge of force.
The left hand that had been "chanting" reached forward, steady, precise, and ruthless, grabbing the woman by the throat.
Just like that—one crushed under his foot, one strangled in his hand—without even using his Double Mace as a weapon, Shuyou had already completely suppressed the situation inside the restaurant!
Just now, Li Zhiyuan had said they were a bunch of stray lonely ghosts.
And that was indeed the case.
This lot, led by that fat chef, were probably killed violently somewhere; but because highway construction wrecked the Feng Shui of that place, he'd managed to turn into something that could absorb other wandering spirits and accumulate them by the roadside, living off the land and water.
In essence, aside from "not being human," this fat chef and his crew were no different from the fuel thieves in service areas, the nail-scattering repair shops, or even gangs of highway bandits.
This kind of local Fierce Ghost—back when he'd just started university, Lin Shuyou could already suppress and kill them by way of Divination, let alone now as the White Crane True Monarch.
Seeing this, the fat chef's eyes bulged. He had suffered a loss in their earlier clash, but he'd still thought he could rely on sheer numbers of ghosts to crush them.
But now he realized he'd been thinking too much. The opponent's strength was no longer something numbers could overcome. And he'd just roared once—those other ones outside should've rushed in to help long ago, yet there was still no response.
The fat chef finally understood the words that young man had said earlier: why would he rather give you a cap than take action himself?
Sure enough… a permanent position isn't that easy to get.
The fat chef let out another angry roar, the flab on his face and the boils on his body quivering rapidly, but in the next instant he spun around, intending to flee outside.
The more someone loves to swagger when they think they're in an advantageous position, the more likely they are to be the first to fold and give up when things go south.
Run Sheng appeared in front of the fat chef. The fat chef didn't have time to brake, nor was he willing to slow down, intending to rely on his mountains-of-meat tonnage to plow straight through.
But the one he was facing was Run Sheng, Zhao Yi's most coveted cornerstone for team-building.
"Boom!"
The two collided head-on; Run Sheng remained rock-solid, while the fat chef was sent flying backward.
Just as he hit the ground and was about to push himself up, the blade of a shovel came down, stabbed into his abdomen, and churned violently.
The fat chef opened his bloody, gaping maw and spewed thick ghost energy at Run Sheng, who was stepping down on his belly.
Run Sheng likewise opened his mouth and let out a low roar; a far more violent Evil Qi not only tore the ghost energy apart on contact, it also surged into the fat chef's body, paralyzing him from head to toe.
"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"
Run Sheng wielded the Yellow River Shovel and started cutting the fat chef into pieces, but even after those rotten chunks were hacked apart, they still wriggled on instinct, clearly not dead yet.
This was Run Sheng's weak point. His physique was enough for him to look down on any Evil he faced, but his lack of knowledge in other aspects often left him stuck in these minor, technical embarrassments.
Instinctively he wanted to dig out an Evil-breaking Talisman to finish the thing off, but the pain of just having lost the little pickup was still fresh; right now Run Sheng was especially keen on saving costs.
Run Sheng looked up at the White Crane True Monarch, who was still deliberately posing, one underfoot and one in hand.
He didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes was very clear.
"Evil Ghosts—only kill, no salvation~"
Blood light flashed in Lin Shuyou's Shuping pupils, and the white-crane Seal on his forehead flowed and shimmered.
A series of tridents condensed at his left hand and, following his gaze, viciously skewered the woman he was gripping.
Meanwhile, afterimages appeared around his lower body. With the Three-step Praise enhancing him, it was as if countless Lin Shuyous were stomping down time and time again.
"Snap!"
The woman was pierced into a sieve by the tridents, while the double-bodied man underfoot was completely crushed into pulp, all of it turning into black ash and scattering away.
After doing all this, Lin Shuyou walked over to Run Sheng's side, opening his right hand to condense ghost fire, then clenching his left into a fist and striking forward. The ghost fire followed the Fist Gang as it surged out around them, burning away every last piece of the fat chef's remains into nothingness—not even a drop of fluid left behind.
Outside, in front of the repair shop.
Tan Wenbin was getting a taste of Zhao Yi's usual treatment.
The twin sisters were easy on the eyes, and that was just the most superficial layer—they could really fight.
The White Crane True Monarch's aura leaking out was the signal to clear the field.
The mechanic whose bone spurs had just jutted out didn't even get the chance to show off his terrifying ability before an even more terrifying glint of cold steel carved away every bit of "rebellious bone" in front of his chest.
Then the Dagger sliced open his chest, a hand thrust inside, and Liang Yan formed a Seal within the mechanic's body—a ball of red fire flared into existence, then was imprinted and withdrawn. Flames burst out all over the mechanic's body; like a spinning fountain firework set off at New Year's, his body twisted and spewed light and flame, until finally he turned into a pool of pitch-black sludge.
