The bluish-white tiny ghost directly crashed into Zhuang Mingcheng's body, his skin instantly turned deathly pale, and he stood stiff as a board.
"Mingcheng!"
Zhuang's father turned pale with shock. He had wanted to block the tiny ghost, but his action was too slow.
He felt that his son's body had become as cold as ice.
"Huzi, he has been possessed, stay away!"
As Lu Fei shouted, he tightly aimed his Eight Trigram Mirror at the larger of the little ghosts.
Enveloped in a faint golden light, the little ghost's movements became sluggish.
They needed to resolve this little ghost as soon as possible to go and support Huzi.
Huzi used the ghost-head saber to block Zhuang's father, preventing him from getting close to Zhuang Mingcheng at that moment.
Zhuang Mingcheng's head mechanically turned, his eyes fixated on them with a strange and terrifying gaze.
Lu Fei quickly switched the ghost-whipping whip for the thunderstruck wood.
Although the range of this whip was longer, it would degrade with use, and its attack power was far from sufficient.
The little ghost struggled to retreat, trying to hide within the bloody web.
Lu Fei, seeing the approaching bloody web, gritted his teeth and charged forward, delivering a blow to the little ghost with the stick.
Half of the little ghost's body had already retreated into the bloody web.
Electric light spread from its large head to its entire body. In the midst of violent convulsions, it wailed and turned to ashes.
On the other side of the bloody web, Leopold and Xuan Yinzi's expressions changed.
Leopold was utterly heartbroken.
"Thunderstruck wood!"
Xuanyinzi looked at the seemingly unremarkable small wooden stick in Lu Fei's hand, a greedy glint in his sunken eyes.
Lu Fei quickly retreated to the doorway.
At this moment, Xu Bei just happened to find the second array eye.
With one palm strike, another part of the red light was diminished, and the speed of the blood net's movement slowed down accordingly.
"Vice President Xu, how are things on your side? I'll go deal with the other minor demon."
"Leave it to me!" Xu Bei nodded, his eyes bright.
As the light diminished, the array eye would become more and more apparent, and the speed of breaking the array would increase.
Lu Fei felt a slight relief and quickly headed towards the room.
Zhuang Mingcheng's eyes were fixed intently on his father, his face showing an expression that was both childlike and confused, yet evil.
"Mingcheng, Mingcheng, wake up!"
Zhuang Fu was chilled to the bone by that gaze and trembled as he called out his son's name.
But Zhuang Mingcheng grinned and lunged at him ferociously.
"Step back!"
Huzi wielded the ghost-head knife, shouting as he blocked in front of Zhuang Fu.
However, Zhuang Mingcheng was not afraid at all. With a single hand, he pushed the knife aside, his strength frighteningly powerful, causing Huzi to stagger and nearly fall.
He pounced on Zhuang Fu, his pale hands gripping Zhuang Fu's throat tightly.
His eyes were filled with hatred, as if questioning why Zhuang Fu had rejected him.
"Mingcheng, spare Mingcheng... Kill me, spare Mingcheng..."
Zhuang Fu let out incoherent sounds from his throat, though in pain, he made no move, seemingly having given up resistance.
"Let go quickly!"
Huzi ran up and tried to pry Zhuang Mingcheng's hand open with all his might, but he couldn't budge it.
"Boss!"
Fortunately, Lu Fei arrived in time and struck Zhuang Mingcheng on the head with a stick.
"Wow!"
Zhuang Mingcheng let out a pitiful, infant-like wail, staggering back, his dark pupils filled with hatred as they glared at everyone. After a moment, he suddenly grinned, revealing a sinister smile.
He raised his hand, and his sharp nails clawed fiercely at his throat.
"No good!"
Lu Fei and Huzi lunged at him from the front and back, trying to hold down his arms, but he was now as strong as ten oxen combined, impossible to restrain.
Perhaps because of their blood connection, the little ghost hid inside Zhuang Mingcheng's body, and even the lightning rod wood could not drive it out; it could only temporarily suppress its movements.
This was a bit troublesome!
It is said that a person possessed by a ghost can have the ghost extracted by clamping their middle finger with red chopsticks.
But where would they find chopsticks at a time like this?
Lu Fei frowned.
"Right, the Merit Lamp!" He had Hu Zi take control of Zhuang Mingcheng while he quickly took out the Merit Lamp from his backpack and lit it.
A faint yellow light flickered on, and a light scent of oil diffused in the air.
This fragrance seemed to have a calming effect, immediately soothing an agitated heart.
Zhuang Mingcheng's movements suddenly became much slower. Tilted his head, he stared blankly at the oil lamp, seemingly attracted by its glow.
"Great, it's working!"
Seeing this, Lu Fei heaved a slight sigh of relief.
"Manager Lu, about Mingcheng..." Zhuang's father, covering his neck, walked over shakily.
Seeing Zhuang's father, Lu Fei's eyes lit up.
"You are its father, try using your blood."
As he spoke, he went to the altar and fetched a bowl of white rice, then used a dagger to cut open Zhuang's father's finger, dripping the fresh blood into the white rice.
The white rice turned red with the fresh blood, and the smell of blood rose up.
Lu Fei placed the bowl in front of Zhuang Mingcheng and extinguished the merit lamp.
The light disappeared.
Zhuang Mingcheng's pupils instantly became black and eerie. He bared his teeth, brandishing sharp nails. Suddenly, he sniffed something, and his movements paused.
He twitched his nose, following the smell of blood to the bowl of rice. His eyes gleamed with desire as he crouched down like an animal, opening his mouth to bite the blood-stained rice in the bowl.
Zhuang's father was trembling all over, terrified by this strange scene.
Lu Fei handed the Eight Trigram Mirror to Hu Zi, and quietly circled around behind Zhuang Mingcheng. He hoped to strike the spirit out of Zhuang Mingcheng while it was distracted.
The thunderstruck wood was lifted up.
Lu Fei struck out without hesitation.
Boom!
A flash of lightning, and a small bluish-white shadow was instantly knocked out.
The little ghost turned its head and tried to rush back into Zhuang Mingcheng's body, but Lu Fei blocked it in time with the thunderstruck wood.
It immediately turned around and rushed towards Zhuang's father.
Hu Zi immediately picked up the Bagua mirror and shone it at the little ghost.
A faint golden light lit up, enveloping the little ghost, and its speed suddenly slowed down, as if it were moving in slow motion.
"Finally got it!" Hu Zi felt reassured.
Lu Fei, holding the thunderstruck wood, walked over quickly.
The little ghost raised its head, and on its seemingly underdeveloped face, a look of pitifulness appeared.
"Wah wah wah...Daddy..."
As it cried, it looked at Father Zhuang and called out incoherently.
Father Zhuang's heart trembled, his old tears streaming down as he knelt and kowtowed to the little ghost.
"I'm sorry..."
The lightning-struck wood came crashing down, and the little ghost vanished into ashes amidst its cries.
Father Zhuang lay on the ground, his shoulders trembling, unable to get up for a long time.
"Hu Zi, watch over them."
Lu Feike had no time to offer comfort. After checking on Zhuang Mingcheng and seeing that he was fine, he went back to the door to support Xu Bei.
On the other side of the blood web.
Leopard spat out streams of black blood, his face as pale as paper.
He had been feeding the little ghost with his blood, so when the little ghost died, he was naturally backlashed.
Xuanyinzi's face turned dark, and he chanted a spell. Red light burst from his body as he pushed his palms forward with great force.
The speed of the blood net suddenly increased.
Xu Beipeng broke the third array point, retreating step by step with Lu Fei into the room.
However, they were not in a panic.
The opponent had already exhausted all his tricks, and the situation was becoming increasingly advantageous for them.
Soon, the fourth and fifth array points were also broken.