"You're going in alone?"

The members of the Spirit Suppression Bureau present looked worried, and Yan Tong suggested:

"Why not send two people to accompany you inside?"

"After all, no matter what, you're here to help."

"Letting you go in alone, if something happens, we would feel guilty..."

Admittedly, this Daoist can suppress and kill the Evil Spirit City God, so his power must be unfathomable.

But as for what's really going on inside this crematorium, no one knows clearly right now, and nobody can guarantee the level of danger in there!

However, Lin Heng remained calm and joked:

"Don't worry, my skill at escaping is quite good. If there's real danger, I'll definitely run faster than you all."

"Besides, didn't your organization's members convey that those with insufficient physical strength entering will surely die?"

"Based on your abilities, following me inside might just be a burden."

Lin Heng's tone was calm, without any intention of mockery, merely stating a fact.

"Uh... that's true."

The members of the Spirit Suppression Bureau were a bit embarrassed, and soon after, they didn't insist further, and they all clasped their hands towards Lin Heng in a salute:

"Then, Daoist, please be careful!"

Lin Heng nodded, calmly turned around, and entered the crematorium.

The Spirit Suppression Bureau members present watched his back until he disappeared under the building, they sighed with emotion:

"So young, yet his power is already this terrifying. Daoism's foundation is indeed profound."

After saying that, someone looked at Yan Tong, curiously asking: "To persuade this Daoist, the conditions must not have been low, right?"

As an organization of cultivators cultivated by the Empire, the Spirit Suppression Bureau often had contact with reclusive masters, especially when dealing with sinister beings and lacking manpower.

They often needed to invite some loose cultivators for assistance.

And this remuneration naturally couldn't be little.

Not to mention other things, just the power of the Buddhist Sect, managing to establish temples all over the Dragon Country.

A significant part of this is due to the transfer of benefits, which created this situation.

And the matter of the crematorium has already cost an Innate Great Cultivator, indicating the risk factor is extremely high.

Without considerable reward, wanting to invite a master to come out for help seems quite unrealistic.

Yet, surprisingly, Yan Tong shook her head and said:

"The Observatory Master Lin didn't discuss any conditions, not even that Fourth Grade Spirit Gathering Pill showing our Spirit Suppression Bureau's sincerity, he didn't care."

"He only asked me one question."

Everyone looked puzzled: "What question?"

Yan Tong let out a bittersweet smile.

"He asked if our Spirit Suppression Bureau knew where more demons were."

"Ah?"

Everyone looked at each other, eyes filled with bewilderment: "What does that mean?"

Yan Tong's beautiful eyes grew solemn, looking in the direction of the crematorium, her tone filled with respect:

"The Observatory Master not only wants to help us solve the issue here, but he also wants to resolve all malevolent beings causing trouble!"

"He said, slaying demons and eliminating devils, helping the world and saving the people, is the Daoist Sect's mission, there's no need for thanks."

Yan Tong's words were like a thunderclap, deafening; the Spirit Suppression Bureau members present, stared blankly at the crematorium.

Then, they all stood in respectful awe!

...

Lin Heng slowly stepped into the crematorium building.

It was nearly ten in the morning; by right, it should be bright and even warm.

But the temperature inside the crematorium had reached freezing, stepping in, one felt as if they were in an ice cellar.

And it was filled with yin energy and corpse qi.

The two blended together, making the sky above seem shrouded in mist, like the twilight transition between night and dawn, making it difficult to see the path beneath one's feet clearly.

But through the pervasive smell of blood in the air, it wasn't hard to feel that the floor of the crematorium was stained with crimson splatters everywhere.

Lin Heng arrived at the mourning hall.

This should've been a place where friends and family mourn for the deceased.

But at this moment, the walls, floor tiles, and stair railings were all covered in shocking bloodstains.

It looked as though bodies had been dragged deep within in their struggles.

Lin Heng showed no expression, heading toward the cold corridor, soon arriving at the funeral home.

Inside were bodies laid out.

They hadn't been properly arranged yet.

Probably died from a car accident, their faces were unrecognizable, and a single glance would give an ordinary person nightmares for three days.

Lin Heng shook his head and turned to leave.

Suddenly, there was a sharp scream behind him, and the broken corpse suddenly opened one eye, stood upright, and lunged at Lin Heng with its mouth open.

Lin Heng paid it no mind, didn't even turn his head, just casually sent out a burst of powerful qi.

The corpse, animated by corpse qi, instantly collapsed to the ground.

However, the commotion attracted the other animated corpses from the mortuary.

In an instant, over twenty zombies with newly grown fangs lunged at Lin Heng.

Lin Heng remained composed, with a wave of his hand, these bodies, which could hardly be considered zombies, instantly collapsed together.

"Merely infected by corpse qi, and these corpses already show signs of becoming zombies."

"Whatever's in here has some substance indeed."

Lin Heng showed a slight smile, leisurely searching each room.

He wasn't searching for that sinister spirit.

Instead, he was checking if there were any survivors.

Only after confirming there were no living people did Lin Heng proceed towards the incinerator room teeming with corpse qi.

As he approached, the temperature became increasingly scorching.

It seemed as if a raging fire was burning inside the furnace room.

Contrasting sharply with the bone-chilling cold outside.

Lin Heng gradually felt the heatwave surging towards him.

Every step forward lacked the solid feeling of normal ground; instead, the ground here seemed melted.

Stepping on it felt soft and sticky, like stepping in dog poop!

Drip!

A drop of water suddenly sounded.

Lin Heng furrowed his brow, without hesitation, he activated the Golden Light Spell.

Instantly, his entire body was enveloped by a thick layer of golden light.

The droplet fell three inches above his shoulder, blocked by the golden light, it sizzled, turning into white mist and dissipating.

But those droplets, no, to be precise, it was like some disgusting thing, the foul saliva dripping.

It wasn't one drop but pattered down like rain, falling extensively towards Lin Heng.

The golden light shone, isolating all the foul saliva.

And those that landed on the ground exhibited horrific corrosiveness; each droplet created a deep pit!

Whether it was floor tile, iron door, or even the exposed steel bars from the cement!

"No wonder they said those with weak bodies would surely die if they entered!"

Lin Heng stroked his chin, eyebrows slightly raised, then suddenly moved swiftly.

Looking again at the original spot, a tentacle covered in rotten flesh shot up from the underground, piercing through the corridor's ceiling.

"Damn it!"

"Going for the lower blow?"

Lin Heng, having dodged the attack, was thoroughly annoyed.

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