In the courtyard, the yin wind howled, and black mist like ink enveloped the small courtyard.
Qin Liuxi looked coldly at Xuanming as he lay on the ground like a dead dog, begging those phantoms for mercy. Not all of those phantoms were yin souls he had harmed, but those few small baby souls certainly were. They couldn't even become real ghosts, relying only on resentful energy to surround him.
Suddenly, Qin Liuxi's hair stood on end, and her sharp eyes looked towards the night sky, where a giant hand appeared out of thin air, resembling that of the Buddha's hand she had seen in the temple.
The gigantic hand, carrying a powerful aura, descended towards her.
As Qin Liuxi swiftly dodged, she swung the Vajra Ruler towards the giant hand. Golden light illuminated the night sky, accompanied by runes. A night watchman who casually looked up froze for a moment, then knelt on the ground, muttering "Amitabha Buddha."
