Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 865: Xia Xin is Injured

Chapter 865: Chapter 865: Xia Xin is Injured

"Let go of me—"

Sensing the restraint, Wen Mao, hidden inside Wen Renting’s body, let out a violent roar, struggling to pounce toward the person in front of him.

The staff at the funeral home, standing at the door, could see that Wen Renting was acting abnormally and quickly ran outside.

Seeing this, Wen Renting desperately rushed forward.

It’s unclear where he got such strength.

Xia Xin’s body was being dragged forward as well, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, grimacing in pain.

Ignoring the pain, he clung to the red string in his hand, struggling to get up and pull the string back, preventing Wen Renting from lunging at the crowd.

Wen Renting’s body was forcibly held in place.

Seeing Xia Xin locked in a struggle with him, a flash of evil Qi appeared in Wen Renting’s eyes. He glanced around, seemingly plotting something.

Xia Xin wasn’t idle either; he also looked around and noticed the incense table he had set up near the entrance.

Biting his lip, Xia Xin painstakingly freed one hand and threw several copper coins at the incense table.

With a bang, the incense table toppled over.

The incense and the censer crashed to the ground.

A road of fire instantly spread across the ground, blocking Wen Renting’s path forward.

The incense ash flying out of the censer immediately landed on Wen Renting.

Wen Mao, inside Wen Renting, let out a piercing scream.

The next second, Wen Mao crawled out of Wen Renting’s body.

It’s now!

Xia Xin had been keeping an eye on Wen Mao’s actions, doing all of this to force Wen Mao out.

Seeing Wen Mao emerge, he immediately took out the Suppressing Evil Talisman that Jiangli had given him and threw it at Wen Mao.

This Suppressing Evil Talisman was created by Jiangli; who knows if he had tampered with it.

As soon as the talisman was released, a flash of golden light formed into a formation, instantly locking onto Wen Mao, and with a thud, pressed him to the ground.

Wen Mao had no time to react and was pinned to the ground, unable to move, only able to shout desperately.

"Let go of me!"

"Qin Yingjun, you harmed me, why do you get to live well?"

"You always say what goes around comes around, every grievance has its root, why are you helping Qin Yingjun? Let go of me!"

"Ahhh—"

Along with Wen Mao’s screams, flames spouted from the formation, engulfing Wen Mao.

Soon, Wen Mao vanished, and a talisman slowly fell to the ground.

Xia Xin finally let go of the red string.

His hands were a bloody mess.

The red string had cut deep into Xia Xin’s flesh.

He didn’t dare let go earlier.

He hadn’t felt the pain before, but now it hurt a lot.

The pain connected straight to his heart...

The excruciating pain made him grimace, nearly fainting.

Seeing this scene, the crowd was both horrified and hesitant.

Gathering his courage, Qin Yongfu asked, "Master Xia Xin, is... is it over?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Xin remembered there were still people around. He quickly hid his hands behind his back, suppressing his spasming face, and said, "It’s... it’s over!"

"W-where’s my son?!" Qin Man came to her senses, rushed toward the Suppressing Evil Talisman, and began to cry out, "Where’s my son, Wen Mao?!"

Xia Xin guessed that Wen Mao might have... completely perished.

The Suppressing Evil Talisman created by his ancestors wasn’t just for suppression.

Thinking of the flames earlier, Xia Xin believed it was highly likely.

Looking at Qin Man, he said directly, "Wen Mao is dead. That was a ghost; he’s now gone where he should be. Mrs. Qin, my condolences."

Qin Man stood there in a daze. After a moment, she turned and looked at Xia Xin with hatred in her eyes, "You killed my son!"

Xia Xin was taken aback.