Sinisterium Pawnshop: Exclusive to Malevolent Objects

　　No matter how fierce the little ghost is, it is after all an unenlightened evil spirit, capable only of charging and lunging mindlessly.

　　Although dealing with it is very troublesome, it is not completely without solutions.

　　Lu Fei exerted himself to whip it a few times, driving it back, and took the opportunity to position himself with his back against the warehouse door.

　　The door was engraved with special talismans for warding off evil, and the little ghost had suffered a major setback from them earlier, so its assault and biting slowed down significantly.

　　Whether it is a living being or an evil spirit, seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is an instinct.

　　Having failed to bite Lu Fei, the little ghost couldn't help but become enraged.

　　Its two small eyes gleamed with malevolence, its pale, deformed face twisted, emitting impatient, strange cries.

　　It scurried up and down the walls, trying to find an opportunity.

　　"Boss!"

　　The sound of hurried footsteps filled the courtyard as Hu Zi rushed over with the Eight Trigram Mirror.

　　"Shine it on it!"

　　Lu Fei swung his willow branch whip, driving the little ghost towards Hu Zi.

　　Before Hu Zi could even steady himself, he pointed the Eight Trigram Mirror at the little ghost.

　　But the little ghost was too fast, jumping away in the blink of an eye.

　　Hu Zi couldn't keep up the speed of rotating the Eight Trigram Mirror with the little ghost's movements, and he was sweating profusely in a moment.

　　"Stay there and hold your ground, I'll herd it over!"

　　Lu Fei remained calm.

　　While it's easy to avoid the King of Hell, the lesser ghosts are more troublesome.

　　Dealing with lesser ghosts requires patience.

　　With the threat of the Eight Trigram Mirror, the opportunities for the lesser ghost to pounce on Lu Fei were reduced. Lu Fei bit his middle finger, quickly writing a ghost-repelling character on the palm of his left hand.

　　The willow whip in his right hand, and the ghost-repelling character in his left hand.

　　They are used in conjunction.

　　Adding to this is the Eight Trigram Mirror at the other end of the corridor.

　　Attacked from both sides, now it was the lesser ghost's turn to be flustered.

　　The lesser ghost cried out in resentment, but it had fixated on its target and would not stop until it succeeded; there was no intention to flee, and it was still desperately seeking an opportunity to bite Lu Fei.

　　Lu Fei deliberately slowed down, exposing a gap.

　　The lesser ghost's eyes glinted with ferocity, and it immediately pounced and bit at him.

　　"Now!"

　　As Lu Fei shouted, the willow whip and the Ghost Subduing Talisman simultaneously struck the little ghost.

　　At the same time, Hu Zi turned the Eight Trigram Mirror towards Lu Fei.

　　Hum!

　　The mirror finally aligned, and a golden light illuminated, enveloping the little ghost's body.

　　The little ghost, who was jumping in mid-air, stiffened as the willow whip landed on it.

　　Letting out a cry of pain, the little ghost fell to the ground, moving its short limbs and quickly crawling into the pawnshop.

　　It stuck out its crimson little tongue and licked the whip marks on its body, a hint of pain showing on its deformed face.

　　But it still did not intend to run away; it just did not dare to rush forward at the moment. Its two eyes glared at Lu Fei even more venomously, slowly moving along the corner, looking for an opportunity.

　　Lu Fei and Hu Zi ran into the pawnshop one after another, turning on the lights.

　　Under the dim yellow light.

　　The two leaned back to back, squinting their eyes, carefully searching for the little ghost's trail.

　　The little ghost hid in a corner that the light could not reach, avoiding the two's line of sight, and silently slipped under the counter.

　　When Lu Fei approached, it suddenly extended its deformed tiny ghost claws.

　　Lu Fei felt a chill at his ankle and immediately struck downward with the anti-ghost character.

　　"Huzi, be careful!"

　　The little ghost was too fast, and even though Lu Fei had dodged as quickly as possible, his trouser leg was still torn by the sharp nails of the ghost claws.

　　His ankle instantly stung with a burning pain.

　　"Boss, are you alright?"

　　Huzi, panic-stricken, hurriedly shone the Eight Trigram Mirror at the ghost claws.

　　A golden light flickered on.

　　The pale, greenish little ghost's claw stiffened.

　　Enduring the pain, Lu Fei swung the willow whip, wrapping it around the little ghost's pale, greenish wrist and forcefully dragged it out from under the counter.

　　With the bagua mirror shining upon it, the little ghost was immobilized. Its怨毒的眼睛紧紧盯着陆非,呲牙咧嘴发出威胁的怪叫,十分狰狞.

　　"This little thing is pretty fierce!" Hu Zi was both shocked and furious, pressing the bagua mirror firmly against the little ghost, "Boss, are you alright with those injuries?"

　　"It's not too serious."

　　In just a few seconds, the scratch marks on Lu Fei's ankle turned black, and his entire leg felt painful and numb.

　　Bearing the pain, he took a small box from the drawer, which contained three silver needles.

　　Little ghosts are most afraid of being pricked by needles!

　　Lu Fei inserted one of the silver needles into the life gate between the little ghost's eyebrows.

　　"Wow——"

　　A shrill wail echoed through the pawnshop. The little ghost emitted black smoke, and on its bluish-white skin, patterns resembling hideous worms appeared.

　　After two needle stabs, the little ghost still had not turned to ashes, but its figure had faded greatly, becoming semi-transparent.

　　To have raised it to this extent, that old ghost raiser is no ordinary man!

　　There's one more needle left.

　　Lu Fei took a deep breath, gripped the silver needle tightly, and stabbed forcefully at the little ghost.

　　Boom!

　　But at that moment, the overhead light suddenly went out.

　　Right after, in the darkness, a pair of eerie green eyes flashed by quickly.

　　"It's a ghost crow! Hu Zi, be careful!"

　　Lu Fei shouted a reminder.

　　Fortunately, the two had gotten used to carrying snake sheds with them these days, and the ghost crow didn't dare to approach. Its blood-red claws grabbed the translucent little ghost and lifted it up.

　　Huzi, disoriented in the darkness, could only wave the八卦镜randomly.

　　Lu Fei noticed the change in the willow whip and immediately tightened his grip on it.

　　But the ghost crow was not to be underestimated. It flapped its wings, and a fierce gust of cold wind rushed towards the two of them.

　　Taking advantage of Lu Fei's weakened strength, the ghost crow broke free from the willow whip, carrying the little ghost. It broke through the door and flew out the window.

　　The faint light from the streetlights shone in.

　　Lu Fei pulled out his dog-tooth dagger and threw it forcefully in the direction of the ghost crow.

　　The dog tooth hit the crow's wing, causing a few black feathers to fall off.

　　The ghost crow wobbled, let out two strange cries, and quickly flew away, still clutching the translucent little ghost.

　　When Hu Zi ran out holding the Eight Trigrams Mirror, it had already disappeared into the night.

　　"Hu Zi, no need to chase after it."

　　Lu Fei sat down, panting, the spectral claw wound on his ankle no longer hurting but instead turning cold and stiff.

　　These were symptoms of yin energy entering the body; the wound must be treated as soon as possible.

　　Otherwise, if the yin energy injures the internal organs, it would be troublesome.

　　"Boss, your wound..." Hu Zi was very worried when he saw his blackened wound.

　　"Hu Zi, go get me some rice and incense ash."

　　"Right away!"

　　Hu Zi put down the Eight Trigrams Mirror and ran into the kitchen, quickly finding the rice and incense ash.

　　During his stay at Sinisterium Pawnshop, he had been diligently cleaning every day and was now very familiar with the layout of the place.

　　Lu Fei rummaged through the counter and found two red strings, which he tied around his ankles to prevent the yin energy from spreading.

　　Once Hu Zi brought over the rice and incense ash, he mixed the two together and applied it to the wound.

　　Instantly, black smoke rose, and the rice visibly turned black at a rapid pace.

　　Lu Fei changed to clean ones several times, and gradually the coldness in his ankle dissipated, followed by excruciating pain.

　　Only when the blood flowing from his ankle turned bright red did Lu Fei stop, sprinkling a specially made trauma medicine on the wound and bandaging it with gauze.

　　"That old bastard is so vicious! When he couldn't force a purchase, he hid and sent a little ghost to steal! If he's capable, he should come out and fight fair and square!" Hu Zi cursed bitterly.

　　Lu Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath of turbid air, and said, "He's not having an easy time either. When the little ghost is injured, the ghost keeper will be affected by the backlash."

　　Outside the Antiques Street.

　　In some hidden corner.

　　A black-robed elder sitting in the shadows, a look of pain on his face, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.