"Ancestor... I only borrowed the Colored Glaze Immortal Vase," the Ancestor of Foxes struggled, unable to move, as both fox eyes bulged, bloodshot.

"Taking without asking is stealing, and stealing from me comes with a price!"

Old Zhao had no patience for sophistry; he casually drew a tissue from the table.

With a flick of his hand, he pressed the Remnant Soul of the Ancestor of Foxes into the thin tissue.

On a tissue devoid of any spiritual power fluctuations, the silhouette of a fleeing fox suddenly appeared.

Such means and abilities were truly exceptional, profound as heaven and earth.

Lin Gang had no chance to intervene throughout the ordeal, not until Old Zhao neatly folded the tissue and tucked it into his sleeve.

He had once lost an eye to the Gu Insects and now had a new one, resplendent with green foxy radiance.

The eye suddenly burst, oozing black blood.

Clearly, with the Ancestor of Foxes' mana exhausted and nullified, the gifted fox eye ceased to exist, "Who are you? Give her back to me!"

As Lin Gang growled, a black Paper Man flew out of his sleeve.

It must have originally been white, only to be dyed with the nefarious Meishan Mountain Witchcraft, whereby black threads intertwined, forming an extremely malevolent sorcery.

They swooped down, emitting strange laughs, and encircled Old Zhao.

"Old Zhao, be careful, this seems to be some kind of Puppetry Technique, it can drive people mad with delusion and eventually lead them to demonic possession," I exclaimed in alarm, sensing the terrifying strength of Lin Gang, reminding Old Zhao.

Meishan Mountain Witchcraft, just like the Corpse Driving Technique, was infamously descended from Chi You.

I knew a bit about it, especially its propensity to drive people into madness.

Upon hearing my warning, Old Zhao furrowed his brow and dodged.

But his body was heavy, probably contaminated with nefarious qi from the Earth Veins after being healed by Shenshen, unable to move with ease.

As soon as he moved, his ankle was ensnared by a black thread.

Then, surrounded in place by Paper Men enveloped in a dark tide, he stood amidst them, squarely hit by the sorcery.

Pus-like lines swelled beneath his skin, and his eyes filled with thick black fog.

His face twisted and contorted, and the tissue sealing the fox within him fell to the ground.

Lin Gang, ecstatic, lunged to the floor, scooping up the tissue, cradling it like a cherished treasure, "Ancestor of Foxes, don't be afraid, I've come to save you! With my protection, there's nothing to fear. Hmph, Zhao, no matter who you are, you dare to harm my woman, I'll make you into a Puppet, doomed for all eternity."

"Lady of the Snake Lord, the vase," Old Zhao called out, trapped amid the freely surging black threads, as the terrified employees and owner of the mutton shop screamed in panic, yet his own expression remained unchanged.

Even with half of his body being devoured, it was as if nothing at all was happening.

I casually tossed the Feng Shui Bottle to Old Zhao, "Catch it."

Although I passed the bottle to Old Zhao, I still felt anxious.

The Feng Shui Bottle was still not properly nurtured, currently a vile vessel of feng shui destruction.

It bore almost no semblance to the Immortal Vase; would Old Zhao holding it really be of any use?

As the thought flashed by, quick as a bolt of lightning,

The moment Old Zhao touched the Immortal Vase, the bottle let out a pleasing low hum of porcelain collision.

Like a lost dog finally reunited with its owner.

With corpse water that must be neutralized with a fish eye, Old Zhao carelessly poured it out, and the black qi enveloping him was sucked dry by the Immortal Vase.

With no more black tide restraining him, Old Zhao's emotionless eyes

Hovered like a creator above the heavens, looking down on Lin Gang, who was as inconsequential as a clown. He merely raised his hand lightly, and Lin Gang, fragile as a paper butterfly,

Crashed to the ground, his neck snapping instantly.

He lay on the floor in an unnatural, twisted position, body stiffened in rigor mortis.

His brain not fully dead yet, his lips twitched with reluctance, murmuring faintly, "Impossible... I can't die..."

"Idiot, I... I was killed by you, Lin Gang, how could I encounter such an imbecile like you? If you want to die, go do it yourself, why drag me into it?" The tissue containing the Ancestor of Foxes cursed Lin Gang in despair and terror, and in the next second, it spontaneously combusted.

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