Chapter 167 - The Ghosts Who Were Waiting for a Man on a Long Journey

“Crack…”

The door was slowly pushed open and a burst of dust came. However, it couldn’t get close to Wang Bugui. He took a look around first before stepping in.

It was very spacious inside and could accommodate hundreds of people. Though covered with dust, the beautiful decor still looked beautiful.

On the wall opposite everyone hung a huge photo. It was a group photo of all the elites of the Blood Hunter Clan. Only the real elites were qualified to live in the manor.

Wang Bugui walked slowly to the photo with a sour emotion rising his heart. Looking up and staring at the photo full of memories, he wanted to force a smile, but failed to do so because his eyes were already wet.

Then, he stretched his hand out and released some Taoism power to wipe off the dust on the photo. The next moment, he trembled while saying, “Patriarch, Uncle William, Grandpa Laurent, and Sister Camille.

“Brother Norman, Aunt Corona… Father, Mother, I’m back.”

The names echoed in this empty hall. He didn’t remember the names of all the people in the photo. He called out all their names, and finally stopped at his parents.

The other talents looked at him from behind silently. Chu He and the other members of the Blood Moon Hunters even bowed their heads. Every time Wang Bugui recited a name, their heart would hurt.

There were more than a hundred people in the photo, and all of them had died in that battle. Among them were some young people at Wang Bugui’s age. They were all smiling.

The little boys were all energetic, and those little girls were as cute as the elves. However, they didn’t avoid bad luck.

This was just a photo of part of the elites of Blood Hunter Clan. It was known that the clan had a lot of branches throughout England and even in many countries. So, there were two or three thousand of them in total.

In that war, this clan proceeded without hesitation to mobilize all the forces. In the end, thousands of them all died. Some even sacrificed their bodies after death to set the seal of Dracula.

Only Wang Bugui was left alive. It could be imagined how much pain he had suffered at that time.

“Big Brother, don’t be too sad.” Zhao Changge raised his hand and began to stretch it out, but then changed his mind and stopped.

“I’m okay. I know they are dead and won’t come back to life again. I just miss them. I haven’t seen them for many years. This group photo is my most precious gift.”

Wang Bugui shook his head, and then turned around and stopped looking at the photo because the longer he looked at it, the more pain he felt. He had no time to be sad now.

Now that he had returned, he had to fulfill his vows and the family’s expectations. He had to hurry to become stronger, and at the same time, get revenge for the Blood Hunter Clan.

“There are three floors in the manor, and each floor has rooms. You can find a room you like, use martial arts to clean it, and then go to sleep early. We have something important to do tomorrow,” Wang Bugui uttered.

Then, he resorted to a martial art, turning his pure prana power into power of Taiyang to cover the entire manor. With a sudden shake, all the dust in the manor was burned off without damaging the manor.

“There are some ghosts in the manor. I want to release them from purgatory with martial arts. Can I?” asked Leng Yueyan.

“Yes, Ning Zhe can help you. They should be free.” Wang Bugui nodded.

Then, Ning Zhe released a lot of flammules around him. With compassion, he began to recite the Mantra of Guanyin Bodhisattva. The characters turned into golden ancient words floating in the air, looking solemn.

At the same time, Leng Yueyan took out her horsetail duster and put on a Taoism robe. She recited the ancient incantation, while lightly swaying the horsetail duster several times, releasing Taoism power all over the manor.

The ghosts were summoned to the hall by their power, receiving their release slowly.

Some of the ghosts here had lost their arms or legs, some lost half of their body. No one was complete. When they arrived at the hall, they all looked fierce.

Along with the incantations, their gazes gradually became clear, and finally, came back to their senses.

Suddenly, a one-eyed girl with a broken arm asked, “Bugui, are you here?”

With her words, all the ghosts began to look at the young man. Although he was grown up, they still recognized his familiar face.

His handsome facial features were slightly evil, and there was a birthmark at the corner of his eye. He was definitely the man they had been waiting for, wasn’t he?

A middle-aged man with a broken lower body followed by asking, “Really? You’re here?”

“It’s been so many years, and you’re finally back.” A woman with scars all over her body spoke.

“Have you gotten stronger?” a boy with no limbs asked.

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As all the ghosts were looking at Wang Bugui, he tried his best to control his emotions, then he smiled. “Yes, I’m back. My current strength can almost match my father’s.”

“That’s good, then we can rest assured.” The middle-aged man laughed and then turned into golden lights, dissipating.

“Bugui, you are the strongest genius of our Blood Hunter Clan. You must eliminate all the vampires!” The woman with scars all over her body laughed, and then turned into golden lights, dissipating as well.

“Bugui, I’m proud to have you as my brother. Come on! I believe you will be stronger than the First Van Helsing!”

The boy with no limbs tried his best to cheer Wang Bugui up, and then also turned into golden lights, dissipating.

“Sorry, kid. Your responsibility is too heavy,” an old man with his chest pierced said with a sigh. He seized every second to look at Wang Bugui, and then dissipated reluctantly.

“No! Don’t go!”

Wang Bugui finally couldn’t control himself, screaming hysterical. Although he knew he was unable to hold them, he still reached out, trying to seize them.

But his hands seemed to be weak and caught nothing. Painfully, he watched his family smiling at him, turning into golden lights, and dissipating.

“Bugui, you must remember me!”

In the end, there was only the little girl with an eye and an arm who remained. Her delicate little face was filled with sorrow. She forced a smile, and then began to dissipate.

“Sister Camille!”

Wang Bugui ran over to her crazily. He finally couldn’t hold back his tears, and they spilled out on the way. When he arrived, he only caught a golden brilliance, which then slowly dissipated in midair.

All the ghosts had disappeared. After all, they were all dead people. They waited here in the form of ghosts because they were not yet reconciled to leave.

The ghosts from 12 years ago waited here for a man on a long journey.

“Big Brother.”

“Head.”

The other people all looked at Wang Bugui, while he was still staring at his hand that only grasped a golden brilliance.

After a while, he got up and said to the photo, “Don’t worry, I will get revenge for our Blood Hunter Clan. Even if Dracula is as powerful as a true immortal, I will definitely kill him!

“I will be an emperor, killing the devils as a human being! I will even kill the immortals if they go against me! The same goes for the Heavens!”

“Boom!”

As his voice dissipated, thunder dropped. But it didn’t hit the earth, it just brought heavy rain.

However, it had hit the hearts of everyone. They almost thought that what Wang Bugui said had irritated the Heavens.

“Let’s go back to our rooms. I have roughly cleaned the rooms with martial arts. You can clean them again.” Wang Bugui turned to his friends, and then went straight upstairs.

“Don’t stand here anymore. Hurry up to grab a room!” Zhao Changge forcibly broke this dull atmosphere and ran upstairs.

Lyu Hao and Chu He followed him to the second floor. The others also began to choose their rooms. The Catherines stayed on the first floor, as did Kamikawa Hiko.

Misawa Chihiro stayed on the second floor. Meiqing was next to her, and Leng Yueyan next to Meiqing. Opposite them stayed Feng Tianming and Ning Zhe.

The rest stayed on the third floor. They cleaned the rooms again with martial arts, and then settled in bed and began to sleep. But most of them were destined to go sleepless tonight.

In the middle of the night, a figure jumped from the third-floor window and went straight into the forest behind the manor.

“Where is he going?” As the most sensitive one among them, Leng Yueyan heard some movements suddenly. She walked to the window to have a look, and then went downstairs, following Wang Bugui.

At the same time, several figures appeared behind the manor. Everyone was there. They looked at each other, nodded, and then walked toward the forest together.

“What does Boss want to do in the forest?” Zhao Changge was very puzzled.

“He has his reasons. Let’s follow him,” Lyu Hao replied.

After less than half a minute, they found that Leng Yueyan was standing behind a tree. She noticed everyone, put her finger to her mouth, and slowly shook her head, indicating for them to be quiet.

The others nodded, and then carefully moved toward her. They looked ahead, but what they saw shocked them very much.

It was an open ground here with a lot of graves. There were all kinds of broken and bloody objects in the graves. Those hundreds of graves covered all the forest to its end.

At the end, there was a stone monument depicting a man and a woman vividly.

The handsome man looked like a heroic God of War, revealing a domineering message from his eyebrows. The woman was as beautiful as an elf. Holding a longbow in her hand, she stood beside him.

In front of the stone monument was a figure with its back to everyone. Looking carefully, everyone found there was a puppet beside the figure. They leaned on each other and sat there until dawn.

Appreciating a beautiful sunrise on the horizon of the sea would be warm, but this scene in the forest was somewhat lonely and depressing.