Running A Cemetery in North America-Chapter 384 - 260: Ghost King

A few children were running hand in hand down the street, their faces filled with panic.

"Brother, what should we do?"

"Run faster, if we reach Brother Hong Ming, we’ll be safe."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A giant figure was approaching from the rear of the street, its footsteps thunderously shaking the ground.

Even the cars on the roadside would be flattened under its feet.

This creature resembled a toad with a human face, covered with numerous small evil ghosts.

The enormous figure was getting closer, and it seemed they were about to be caught by the shadow.

Just then, a man in a Daoist robe swiftly flew over, making a swift gesture with his fingers, a golden light flashed by, and sliced the descending hand of the monster.

A lot of black blood spilled out, sizzling as it scorched the ground.

"Stand back," the man shouted.

The children immediately hid behind the man, and upon seeing his appearance, their fearful expressions softened significantly.

"Roar!"

The monster let out a furious roar, and the evil ghosts on its body fell to the ground, surging toward the man.

Watching the dense wave of evil ghosts before him, the man’s brows furrowed; the sight also made him feel pressured.

"Alas," the man sighed, "Senior Brother, I’m afraid I’ll follow in your footsteps."

"You guys, hurry back to the hiding place; I’ll hold off this monster for you."

"Brother Hong Ming! Let’s go together."

"Stop talking, just go," Hong Ming shouted.

In such a short moment, an evil ghost had already pounced in front of him.

Hong Ming produced a short sword in his hand, thrusting it forward.

The moment the evil ghost was pierced by the short sword, its body began to melt instantly like snow under the scorching sun.

Obviously, this sword was some kind of magical artifact, but despite having it, the number of evil ghosts he faced was simply overwhelming.

Hong Ming, though a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, struggled to fight off so many; before slaying many evil ghosts, his shoulder was already scratched by an evil ghost, tearing his Daoist robe.

His shoulder now bled with three deep gashes.

With a reverse swing of his sword, Hong Ming sliced off the evil ghost’s head, but at that moment, his legs were grabbed by two other evil ghosts.

They started gnawing at Hong Ming’s thighs, and despite the pain, he tried to fight back.

But the more evil ghosts clung onto him, the less he could resist, about to be engulfed in the tides of evil ghosts.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a long whip fell from the sky, striking amidst the wave of evil ghosts.

Countless evil ghosts were instantly obliterated, unable to last even a second.

Then, a wave of fiery air swept through, burning the remaining evil ghosts clean, leaving only the toad monster with the human face.

"Are you a disciple of the Kongtong Sect?"

From amidst the flames, Sun Yan and his group strode out, appearing like divine warriors descending from the heavens.

The sight made Hong Ming’s eyes well up with tears, filled with relief.

He’s saved, he was finally saved.

Sun Yan stepped forward to help Hong Ming up, though Hong Ming was wounded, it wasn’t life-threatening.

This was extremely fortunate; if Sun Yan and his group arrived any later, Hong Ming would surely have perished.

"Roar!"

Seeing a group of people suddenly appear and annihilate all the evil ghosts, the monster roared angrily.

It opened its mouth, revealing a pale human face.

This face was bizarre, half-male, half-female, with numerous black talismans on its face, exuding visible yin energy.

As soon as this face appeared, everyone’s expression turned grave.

"It’s the Ghost King," Zhou Mangmang said seriously.

Having encountered a Ghost King before, she could tell at a glance that this face was definitely of Ghost King level.

Sun Yan calmly shielded Hong Ming behind him.

Though the Ghost King was strong, their team of five each possessed formidable Tomb Guardians.

If they couldn’t handle merely a Ghost King, they might as well find some tofu to smash their heads on.

"You are a Kongtong Sect disciple, right? We came here to save you, so please accept our condolences, your senior brother has already..." Sun Yan said turning back.

Upon hearing this, a trace of sorrow appeared on Hong Ming’s face.

He couldn’t mistake Sun Yan’s meaning; it was because his senior brother held the line for the few of them that they survived.

But now the few disciples from the Kongtong Sect had become separated, and he could only hide alone, trying to find a way out of this Land of the Profane.

Luckily, they weren’t the only ones trapped here; Hong Ming could find solace among the few children.

"Be careful, this monster is extremely dangerous and difficult to deal with, we lost manpower last time because of it," Hong Ming gritted his teeth and warned.

The evil ghosts’ malevolence gnawed at his thigh wound like worms, making him writhe in pain.

Seeing this, Sun Yan infused a hint of mana into him, alleviating Hong Ming’s injury.

"Don’t worry, this thing is no match for them," Sun Yan said, eyeing the Ghost King with a smile.

"Lin Yunzhong, since you said you’ve never faced a Ghost King, I’ll leave this to you to handle, and show us the power of Lu Ya Daoist."

Li Lang said, looking at Lin Yunzhong who was holding a gourd.

"Haha, very well, very well."

Lin Yunzhong patted the gourd, "Then I shall make a fool of myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gourd he was holding emitted a thin beam of light, spewing out a cloud of white smoke.

Gradually, it revealed an object, seven inches long, with brows and eyes, it was a winged head. Its eyes emitted two beams of white light, swiftly enveloping the Ghost King’s Sealed Mound Palace, rendering it immobile before it could react.

Lin Yunzhong bowed and said, "Please, dear treasure, turn around."

The winged head twirled atop the Ghost King’s head, severing it instantly, killing it silently.

The seemingly perilous situation resolved instantly, too quickly for anyone to ponder.

Bang!

The headless Ghost King collapsed to the ground, leaving Hong Ming wide-eyed with astonishment.

Was it resolved just like that?

Who exactly were these people, to so easily slay a Ghost King?

If this was in the real world, a Ghost King could devastate an entire region, bringing ruin to all living things there.

"Is this the Immortal Slaying Gourd of Lu Ya Daoist? It’s indeed powerful," Zhou Mangmang nodded appreciatively.

"Remarkable, remarkable," the brothers Li Bo and Li Lang also praised.

But inwardly, everyone compared their own Tomb Guardians with Lin Yunzhong’s.

Even Sun Yan did so; he found Lin Yunzhong’s method utterly terrifying, even in his eyes.

He wasn’t sure if he could withstand the Immortal Slaying Gourd sealing his Mound Palace.

If this Tomb Guardian became an opponent, it would be a very troublesome and daunting challenge.

"Thank you all for saving me; I am Hong Ming of the Kongtong Sect," Hong Ming said, cupping his hands in gratitude.

"You’re welcome, it was a small effort. We came to the Land of the Profane to rescue you, so now just stick with us. As long as you’re with us, you won’t encounter danger," Zhou Mangmang said to Hong Ming.