Ning An's Wild Wish System

”Daoist Master, we...”

Lin Nanbei looked around nervously, his mind already cold. When he lifted his head, he realized that Li Jingye had quietly followed behind Ning An, already walking far ahead.

”Damn it! Li Jingye!!! You have no sense of martial virtue, wait for me!”

Ning An was moving forward with a flashlight. Not far ahead, a child appeared.

The child had a topknot, a delicate face, a serious expression, and was barefoot under his clothes. His right side was visible outside the door, right hand stroking the door, standing by it, staring straight ahead with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

”Ahhh... a ghost, there’s a ghost!”

Lin Nanbei just caught up and saw this scene, immediately screamed heart-wrenchingly, turned and ran, but directly crashed into Li Jingye, both screaming together.

Ning An gritted his teeth with eyes closed, then turned around and kicked them both.

”Quiet down, both of you.”

”Look closely, that’s not a living person.”

In ancient times, tombs were symbols of the dignitaries, and during the Song, Liao, and Jin periods, it was common to carve ”Child Opening Door Image” on the tomb doors.

However, this tomb was a bit special. The opening image was not carved on the tomb door, but made into a three-dimensional model placed in front of the tomb door.

A long-unseen underground tomb, plus a large space diluting the light, could easily look like a ghost at first glance.

Ning An frowned again.

This must be a tomb, and the one saving the female ghost must be local tomb raiders.

Only in the tomb raiding business would one repair near their dug-out tunnels until the tomb was fully looted before leaving nonchalantly.

Lin Nanbei looked at Ning An ahead, gathered courage to step forward and observe. Then, he was puzzled: ”Isn’t this a school? How could there be a tomb underneath?”

”Back in those days, there weren’t so many considerations for school sites, especially in villages. Having a piece of land for a building was already good enough.”

Li Jingye’s eerie voice came from behind; his stomach was still aching from the crash.

”Before coming here, I specifically checked the school’s records. Before entering this century, the school was already abandoned.”

”In the last few years of this school’s operation, mysterious student deaths occurred every year, so villagers dared not send their children here anymore. Could this be the doing of the ghost in the tomb?”

Hearing this, Lin Nanbei shook his head, dazed, as if recalling something.

”Heh, who knows how old this tomb is. If there really was a ghost, why was it peaceful at first and only caused trouble in later years?

This tomb is probably traceable to the Song Dynasty. If a ghost truly existed, it would’ve reincarnated long ago. In my view, these sinister incidents are the work of tomb raiders.”

Ignoring the two, Ning An walked forward a few steps, pressing a protruding spot on the stone door.

With an ancient creaking sound, the child’s arm moved by the mechanism, gesturing invitingly with a wide grin.

Lin Nanbei quickly covered his eyes with his hand: ”Can’t see me, can’t see me...”

”Come in, come in quickly...”

As the tomb door opened, a chilling wind blew through the stone walls, as if a woman was urgently calling, weeping.

”Daoist Ning, I’m scared...”

Lin Nanbei stuck closely behind Ning An, shivering all over.

With a disdainful kick, Ning An sent Lin Nanbei flying, then ignited a spark, tossing the Golden Light Spell upward, instantly revealing the tomb’s interior to him.

The tomb was not large, but its ancient elegance was evident. Sadly, everything in sight bore the marks of tomb raiders’ destruction.

All the burial items were looted completely, the tomb owner’s coffin lid discarded carelessly to the side, and bones haphazardly scattered on the ground.

However, Ning An was puzzled that after examining the entire tomb, he still couldn’t find Xiaorong.

Returning to the tomb entrance, Ning An thought briefly, then, under Lin Nanbei’s astonished gaze, took out a Dragon-Seeking Ruler from his jacket pocket.

”Ah... no, Daoist Master, this isn’t right...”

Ning An glanced at him: ”This Dragon-Seeking, Feng Shui reading is a craft passed down from our Ancestor, how can it be wrong?”

Lin Nanbei awkwardly smiled, scratching his back sheepishly: ”The greening in this small village is really good, even deep in here, there are mosquitoes biting.”

Li Jingye ground his teeth in annoyance, then roughly pulled open his shirt:

”Where are there mosquitoes, maybe tiny bugs, you’re just being pretentious, let me fix you...”

”Damn, what is this?!”

Li Jingye’s shout involuntarily drew Ning An’s attention.

At one glance, Ning An felt a chill over his senses, muscles tensing as if facing a formidable enemy,

There were no bugs on Lin Nanbei’s back, just densely packed black hair.

Raising the Seven-Star Copper Coin Sword, combined with his Cultivation Technique, he swung it, shattering the black hair upon contact, retreating like bats exposed to light, all withdrawing into the child’s head.

Pasting several Body-Protecting Talismans on his chest, Ning An let out a cold laugh, gripping the Copper Coin Sword as he attacked:

”You finally couldn’t resist, now meet your death.”

”You filthy Daoist, coming to my territory and still trying to be arrogant, courting death!”

The child transformed into Xiaorong’s silhouette, also attacking fiercely.

”Damn... damn?”

Though Lin Nanbei and Li Jingye were emotionally turbulent, they reacted quickly, rolling away into the farthest corner.

The female ghost, who was no match for Ning An in the classroom, now seemed invigorated as if she had consumed a potent tonic, pushing Ning An back with her enhanced strength.

”Array support?”

Ning An, with sharp eyes, immediately noticed the constant gray mist flowing into the female ghost.”

Even as his Seven-Star Copper Coin Sword cut off a part of the ghost, the mist replenished it almost instantly, even faster in pace.

Seeing Ning An at a disadvantage, Lin Nanbei was about to cry.

”Daoist Ning, come on, come on! The lives of my elderly mother and children are in your hands!”

Even feeling that cheering alone wasn’t enough, he rolled up his sleeves, clapping rhythmically,

”Daoist Ning, come on! Daoist Ning, the coolest!”

When the ghost forced Ning An back again, Ning An had estimated the array’s limit of recovery.

Looking at the eerily grinning ghost, Ning An stowed away the Copper Coin Sword, chuckling:

”This is a good array. If it were any other time, I might really lose to you. But now, do you know why you’re going to lose?”

The ghost sneered coldly: ”At death’s door, still spouting lies, men are all scumbags.”

Seeing the ghost charge forward, Ning An instead wore a compassionate smile, even gently putting away the Seven-Star Copper Coin Sword.

”Little Daoist, do you want to die?”

The ghost watched, puzzled.

Ning An took out the Thunder Strike Token, with a sincere expression: ”Disciple Ning An humbly requests the Thunder Division deities to grant a Five Thunders to exterminate this evil monster!”

On that day, the ghost for the first time encountered such a pure fire thunder...

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