Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fierce Battle with the Vicious Spirit

A female ghost pulling your roommate to jump off a building right before your eyes—would you call that terrifying? Of course, there are those who dislike their roommates and might hope for such a ghost to pay them a visit. But for most people, encountering such a situation is sheer terror, so it is no wonder Wu Zhenzhen was scared out of her wits, losing a fragment of her soul in the process.

After hearing this, Liu Jun concluded that these kids were simply asking for trouble. Once the female ghost had taken form, the school had sealed off the teaching building. Unable to find a substitute and unable to wander too far, the ghost was stuck. Now, thanks to them, a group had practically delivered themselves to her on a silver platter. Their panicked escape had undoubtedly led the ghost right out with them.

There was no choice; he had to take Wu Zhenzhen back to school. She was clearly the ghost's next target, as the spirit would not reveal herself to anyone unless they were the next to die.

"Can you move? If you can, come back to school with me. You are the ghost's next target. You need to go back and lure her out so I can subdue her. If you stay here, she might kill your other roommates first, but once she finishes them off, her power will grow, and she will definitely come for you. You won't have many days left anyway, and by then, I certainly won't be able to handle her. Whoever is here will be buried with her," Liu Jun said, watching Wu Zhenzhen with a stern expression.

Wu Zhenzhen burst into tears. She didn't want to die, but she was terrified of facing the ghost. Yet, staying here meant death regardless.

"Master, Master, please, help my child! I beg you, don't go anywhere else, forget about the others for now. We’ll pay—fifty thousand, a hundred thousand!" Wu Zhenzhen's mother knelt before Liu Jun again. This time, Liu Jun did not pull her up, but simply stepped aside.

"You have three minutes to decide. Once the three minutes are up, I will go find your other roommates, and you can leave your fate to luck."

Liu Jun couldn't understand it—why weren't they scared when they were looking for thrills? Now that disaster had struck, they were full of regrets.

"Fine, I'll go with you. Please, Master, do your best to save my life," Wu Zhenzhen said, looking at Liu Jun.

"Rest assured, if things truly go south, I'll be the one to die before you do," Liu Jun promised. The girl was certainly reckless, but it wasn't a crime punishable by death. If he could save her, he would.

The group got into a car and headed for the school. It was past nine o'clock when they arrived. They went straight to the building where the roommate had jumped, heading directly to their dormitory. Upon entering, Liu Jun surveyed the area. There were faint traces of ghostly energy, but the spirit had not yet arrived.

"Director, go and get some black dog blood. It must be from a pure black dog—no mixed colors. Try not to kill the dog to get it; if the dog dies, the blood becomes useless." Liu Jun specifically mentioned the blood becoming useless because the black dog itself was innocent, and he didn't want to be burdened by the karma of killing it for blood.

He had the director fetch the blood because dogs are inherently filled with "yang" energy, while ghosts are "yin." A black dog, in particular, can see spirits directly.

Wu Zhenzhen sat on the bed next to Liu Jun, trembling all over, her face pale with fear. Liu Jun thought for a moment and placed the little fox into her arms.

"Your mission for tonight is to protect her." The little fox looked at Liu Jun's serious face and nodded.

"Okay, Master, I will definitely protect her," Wu Zhenzhen said, stroking the little fox.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"Oh."

About half an hour later, the dean walked in carrying a small basin of dog blood and stood by the door.

Liu Jun took the blood and placed it near Wu Zhenzhen. He instructed her that if the little fox couldn't hold the ghost off and she got too close, she should splash the dog blood on her. Glancing over, he noticed the dean—the bald man—hadn't left yet, and asked curiously, "You're not leaving?"

"I'm not leaving. My student is here," the dean said, shaking his head at Liu Jun.

"Who would have thought? A man with a weak constitution but a strong heart. I suppose you have the integrity of a teacher," Liu Jun muttered to himself. He then smeared some "ox tear" eye drops on himself and the others. It was a good thing Mo Li had told him to buy the eye drops; otherwise, the bacteria in actual ox tears might have blinded him before he caught any ghosts.

Time crept toward eleven o'clock, and the temperature in the dorm gradually dropped. Liu Jun knew this was caused by the thickening of the yin energy. The ghost was coming.

His opponent this time was a Red-Clothed Malevolent Spirit. He dared not be careless; he still had psychological trauma from being pummeled by one in the hospital. He pulled out a Five-Thunder Talisman, intending to hit her with a heavy blow the moment she appeared. Liu Jun had learned his lesson; he had memorized the incantation for the Five-Thunder Talisman over a hundred times.

A gust of icy wind blew, and a thick mass of ghostly energy began to take shape on the balcony. With the talisman in hand, Liu Jun chanted the incantation.

"Heavenly Fire Thunder God, Five-Direction Divine Thunder. Earthly Fire Thunder God, descend and exorcise demons. Evil spirits, retreat! By the command of my Emperor, obey! Descend, Thunder!"

The moment the talisman activated, the ghost took form. Damn it, he thought, ghosts play mind games now? Are you kidding me? Liu Jun was speechless. The entity that had manifested was surrounded by white ghostly energy, looking dazed and confused—it was clearly the roommate who had jumped. Oh, great. He’d been tricked. Liu Jun lunged forward, shielding the new ghost.

He didn't want to do this, but the girl had been killed by the ghost. If he used his thunder to blast her soul into oblivion, that would be a massive sin. The divine thunder crackled and struck Liu Jun instead. *Sigh, every time I catch a ghost, I get struck by lightning. What kind of affinity is this?*

This newly formed ghost was weak; before Liu Jun even collapsed, the flash of lightning had nearly dispersed her form.

The divine thunder crackled for a moment before fading. Although it didn't cause Liu Jun any real injury, his entire body was paralyzed, and he couldn't move. A familiar recipe, a familiar feeling.

"Crap, Brother Liu, watch out!" the Fatty shouted anxiously.

Liu Jun was currently facing the balcony. He tried to turn his head—don't ask why he didn't turn his body; he was paralyzed. He saw a flash of red flying toward him. Then, Liu Jun went flying. His neck snapped audibly; based on his years of experience, he knew he’d likely injured it. His back stung with a burning pain where the red spirit had clawed him, and his clothes were likely torn.

Liu Jun was instantly infuriated. If you want to fight, then fight—why tear my clothes? That was a thirty-yuan Nike shirt! Thirty yuan is still money! That’s enough to buy three baskets of buns! Damn it, it's on!

With a thunder talisman in his left hand and a Golden Body Talisman in his right, Liu Jun charged at the Red-Clothed Spirit, howling. Based on his experience fighting the spirit in the hospital, in close-quarters combat, the spirit couldn't subdue him immediately.

Just as he was about to close the distance, *bang*—he was back at the balcony. *You've got to be kidding me! She kicked me!* As a malevolent spirit, she didn't play by the rules! What a scumbag! What a ghost-trash!

"Wu Zhenzhen, throw the dog blood! Fatty, if you don't move your ass, you're going to be collecting my corpse!" After shouting, Liu Jun charged again. He refused to believe that if they attacked from both sides, she could still kick him away.

Fatty roared and charged with the alms bowl his master had left him, intending to perform some physical exorcism on the spirit. As it turned out, you shouldn't bring a Fatty to a ghost hunt! Just as Fatty charged, Wu Zhenzhen threw the dog blood. Fatty's broad frame blocked it entirely, basin and all—not a single drop missed him!

"Little lady, while it's my dream to be 'soaked' by a girl, I never imagined it would be with black dog blood!" Fatty said, pausing in frustration.

Things moved fast. According to Liu Jun's supercomputer-like brain, he and Fatty should have reached the spirit at the same time. But man proposes, God disposes. Fatty had hesitated. And so, with a *bang*, Liu Jun was kicked again, flying back to the balcony for the second time.

Liu Jun clutched his stomach and slowly crawled up. *Oh, my aching stomach, and my aching heart.* Could they not catch this ghost in a pleasant way?

This wasn't working. If this continued, he might become the first Taoist ever to be kicked to death by a ghost. He had to think of a new plan.