Pure Yang!

Chapter 136 Report for a reward! Zhang Fan's Soul 50
Late at night, in the deserted mountains.

The moon looks at the world indifferently like the eyes of a fox.

"Little boy, why are you wandering around Beimang Mountain alone at night?"

Under the bright moonlight, among the swaying shadows of the trees, a little boy of six or seven years old was sitting on a tree stump, holding a backpack with a small axe in his arms, and in front of him stood a beautiful older sister.

"I'm lost."

The little boy was holding his backpack, pouting and looking unhappy.

"Where are your parents? What's your name?"

"Never mind me."

The little boy's pouting mouth curled up higher, and the dissatisfaction on his face almost overflowed. After a slight pause, he looked up at the beautiful big sister.

"Sister, my name is Zhang Fan."

"Come, sister will take you down the mountain. It's dark now, and there will be unclean things in the mountain."

As she spoke, the beautiful sister took Zhang Fan's hand.

"Unclean things? Ghosts?" Little Zhang Fan looked up at the beautiful sister and asked.

"The little thing knows ghosts." The beautiful sister smiled sweetly, patted little Zhang Fan on the head, and spoke in a low voice.

"There are many ghosts in this mountain, especially the ghosts hanging by their necks. Their tongues are very long."

As she spoke, the beautiful sister stared at little Zhang Fan with her bright eyes, expecting the little guy to show fear.

"Sister, have you ever seen a ghost hanging by the neck?"

There was no sign of fear on little Zhang Fan's chubby face, but instead a hint of curiosity.

"I've seen it...it's scary." The beautiful sister lowered her voice.

"What does a hanging ghost look like?" Little Zhang Fan swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"People often hang themselves to death in the mountains, so the hanging ghost always has a red ribbon tied around its neck..." said the beautiful sister lightly.

"Like the one my sister has tied around her neck?"

At this moment, little Zhang Fan raised his tender little hand and pointed at his beautiful sister's slender neck. A thin red ribbon, like a bloodstain, swayed in the night breeze on her chest.

"Yes, little thing..."

The beautiful sister lowered her head with her long tongue hanging in front of her body. Her originally pretty face turned purple and blue, her eyes were filled with blood, and the hand holding little Zhang Fan became extremely cold and slippery.

"Hey, didn't your parents tell you that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts?"

The beautiful sister's long tongue swayed gently, and her eyes looking at little Zhang Fan were full of greed. Such a fresh offering was not common in the mountains.

"Be good, let your sister..."

call……

Before he finished his words, a beam of blood shot up into the sky and turned into gray smoke the moment it came into contact with the air. The arm holding little Zhang Fan flew high up and left its owner at some point.

"Sister, didn't the adults at home tell you that if you walk on the road at night, you will always meet a Taoist priest?"

Deep in the desolate mountains, little Zhang Fan made sword gestures with his hands, and a ray of true yang flickered like a flame, shining on the trembling face of the beautiful sister.

"Taoist? You...you are a Taoist!?"

The hanged ghost stared at little Zhang Fan, looking at the red flames dancing on his fingertips, his scarlet eyes filled with disbelief.

How old is this kid in front of me? He looks like he is only six or seven years old? How could he be a Taoist priest? And it seems that he has awakened his primordial spirit, cultivated his true yang, and mastered the magic to suppress evil and kill ghosts.

"Sister, I'm sorry, my mom said to kill a ghost every day, otherwise she won't give me the big meat buns."

Little Zhang Fan had a look of aggrieved expression on his face. As he spoke, he took out a small wooden sword from his backpack, which looked like a toy.

call……

A gust of night wind blew by, and the hanged ghost seemed to blend into the wind, instantly floating back seven or eight meters, putting some distance between itself and little Zhang Fan.

"Little ghost, this is Beimang Mountain, you..."

The hanged ghost covered his broken arm, and a murderous look appeared on Ziqing's face.

hum...

Before she could finish her words, little Zhang Fan disappeared from her sight, but the toy wooden sword was already three feet away from her throat.

"This is impossible……"

The hanged ghost stared at the ancient wooden sword with wide eyes, and shock filled his purple and green face.

"Sister, let's talk about your last words next time. My mother asked me to go back early to eat."

Little Zhang Fan was as well-behaved as a model student. His true yang was pulsating and pouring into the sword. The ancient wooden sword emitted a blazing sword light and with a light stab, it pierced through the head of the hanged ghost.

"Ah ah ah..."

Suddenly, the hanged ghost's body began to burn violently, with bursts of green smoke rising. In the blink of an eye, its body and soul were completely destroyed, turning into scattered ashes.

Little Zhang Fan slowly withdrew his gaze, stuffed the toy wooden sword back into his backpack, walked to the big tree, sat down with his knees hugged, and his stomach made a "gurgling" sound.

"That's too much. Why don't you come pick me up?"

Little Zhang Fan held his stomach with his hands, looking aggrieved.

"The tombs of our ancestors are haunted by ghosts, and the barren hills are piled under Beimang Mountain..."

At this moment, a soft sound rang out, like the whispering in a dream, or the sobbing of the night wind.

Little Zhang Fan was like a frightened animal and immediately became alert.

clang... clang... clang...

At the same time, a clear bell rang out. Little Zhang Fan, holding his backpack, looked up and saw a white flag fluttering in the wind among the dense forests on the quiet mountain road, and blue flames dancing in the night.

Human figures seemed to appear out of thin air, following the white flag.

These figures, some male and some female, some old and some young, some wearing Taoist robes, are eerie and extremely strange...

"A Hundred Demons Parade at Night!?" Little Zhang Fan widened his eyes and subconsciously shrank his neck.

He had heard his mother mention such a scene before.

call……

Suddenly, the wind in the mountains became stronger and stronger, and the air was filled with sand.

Little Zhang Fan couldn't help rubbing his eyes, but when he looked again, the white flags had changed direction, and those figures turned around one after another and looked at him quietly.

"run."

Little Zhang Fan's heart started to tremble, and he instinctively turned around and tried to escape.

Jingle bell…jingle bell…

At this moment, the crisp bell sound rang again, and little Zhang Fan felt his body go limp, his steps staggered, and he fell to the ground.

When he looked up again, the white flag was standing horizontally in front of him. There were strange talismans painted on the white flag, which looked like a dragon and a tiger entangled together, indicating a great disaster.

Rumble…

At the same time, those strange figures rushed towards him like ghosts out of a cage.

At this moment, little Zhang Fan felt like he was drowning. He felt powerless all over and felt an unprecedented coldness.

"It's over."

Little Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood his situation.

White banners fluttered, eerie bells rang out, hundreds of ghosts roamed the night, feasting and enjoying the only tribute in the deep mountains and wild forests.

"Ghosts, whose spirits escape, are pure yin with no yang... a rare feast."

At this moment, a mysterious voice rose in little Zhang Fan's heart, as if it came from the whispering in a dream.

"Now, you can use the method I taught you."

As soon as Youyou's words fell, suddenly, a blazing white light shot up from little Zhang Fan's young body, like a bright lamp, illuminating this cold night.

In an instant, the sky was filled with ghostly cries and wails. All the ghosts were terrified, as if they were struck by terror, and suddenly rioted. Rumble...

At this moment, in the blazing white light that shot up into the sky, a weak soul emerged, like the center of a whirlpool, generating an irresistible suction force. Under this force, the ghost shadows could not escape at all and were swallowed up and absorbed by it one after another.

"Ah ah ah..."

Waves of terrifying screams and wails echoed throughout the barren mountain, as if coming from purgatory, but they were unable to stop the refining of the weak Yuanshen...

In the blazing white light, the weak soul gradually changed...

With each breath, He becomes different than before.

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to master this method..."

That mysterious voice sounded again in little Zhang Fan's heart.

"He is the method that your father least wants to pass on to you..."

"The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!!!"

As all the ghosts were killed, the mysterious voice slowly faded in little Zhang Fan's heart, accompanied by the sound of chains rattling, as if it was a nightmare that could never be dispelled and would linger for a long time.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster, mom's dad..."

At this moment, a pleasant cell phone ringtone rang, pulling Zhang Fan back from his sleep.

call……

Zhang Fan stood up suddenly, looked at the familiar environment in the room, and saw that he was at home, so he slowly exhaled.

The early morning sunlight shines through the window, seeming a little dazzling.

Last night, after Liu Fusheng carried him back, his consciousness was already blurry. He responded with a few words casually and fell asleep.

He hadn't slept so soundly for a long time since Zhang Lingzong left.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster, mom's..."

The cell phone was still ringing. Zhang Fan rubbed his eyes and came out of his trance. He picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was Bai Bu Ran.

"boss……"

"Come to the Jiangnan Provincial Alliance, now."

Bai Bu Ran's voice came from the other end of the phone, and he hung up after giving a simple explanation.

Zhang Fan knew that it was probably about the thirteen zodiac signs.

Last night, in a desperate situation, he sent a group message about the appearance of Xu Dog Handiyan.

Zhang Fan rubbed his temples and looked at his phone, which had many missed calls and text messages. Among them were Wen He, Jiang Hu, Sui Chunsheng, and Jiang Lai...

Because of a business trip, Jiang Lai is not in Yujing City now, and she called him seventeen times in one night.

Zhang Fan quickly called back, but got a busy tone.

"I'm safe and sound, don't worry."

Zhang Fan opened Chaoxin and sent a message to Jiang Lai.

"Don't run around, wait for me to come back."

Soon, Jiang Lai sent a message back with a warning emoticon.

"Okay." Zhang Fan replied with a knowing smile.

As he spoke, Zhang Fan jumped up and got out of bed to wash.

"Damn the thirteen zodiac signs, they're all trouble."

Since he came down from Zhenwu Mountain and gradually came into contact with Wuwei Sect, he has met five of the Thirteen Zodiac Signs, and almost every time he encountered trouble and narrowly escaped death.

Among them, only the incident with Sishe Baiyujing was a false alarm.

Now it seems that the Thirteen Zodiac Signs are not united. At least the Snake seems to be inclined towards Zhang Fan and has left the two monsters, Stone Gecko and Su Shiyu, to him.

After leaving Hongfu Garden, Zhang Fan called a car and arrived at Jiangnan Provincial Road Alliance at around ten o'clock in the morning.

In the office, besides Bai Bu Ran, Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue were also there. They also received the news from last night.

In addition, there is another woman, a woman with beautiful appearance and hot body.

"This is Zhang Fan." Bai Bu Ran introduced.

"She is Zhuang Xiaomeng, from Baihe Temple." Bai Bushan pointed at the hot woman.

"Baihe Temple!?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

All the masters of Baihe Temple have come to Yujing City.

"Zhang Fan, right? Please sit down and let's talk about what happened last night." Zhuang Xiaomeng smiled kindly and raised her hand to signal.

"Last night... it was like this..."

Zhang Fan just made up a story. To him, it was a chance encounter. He happened to see the Dog among the thirteen zodiac animals fighting with a mysterious master.

He was just a passerby, and his level was too high, so he could only watch from afar. In the end, he was injured by the aftermath and passed out. When he woke up, there was no one on the street, and he could only go home alone.

"Have you figured out where that mysterious master came from?" Zhuang Xiaomeng pondered for a moment and asked.

"I didn't realize it, but he seems to be an expert in using talismans, maybe a senior from Maoshan..." Zhang Fan was ambiguous, telling three lies and one truth.

"Maoshan..." Zhuang Xiaomeng thought.

Maoshan is one of the three mountains of talismans and also one of the ten famous mountains of Taoism. It is located in Jiangnan Province, close to Yujing City. Considering the Taoism of that talisman master, it is possible that he is a disciple of Maoshan.

"I'll call Maoshan and ask about it later." Zhuang Xiaomeng said to himself.

Next, she asked a few more questions, and Zhang Fan's answers were either "I don't know", "I don't know", or "I can't remember". He looked like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness and had difficulty recalling.

"Okay, I know everything. If I have any other questions, I may come to you." Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at Zhang Fan deeply and said.

"During this period, it is best not to leave Yujing City."

"I understand."

As he spoke, Zhuang Xiaomeng stood up and walked out of the office.

"wait for me."

Bai Bu Ran stood up, gave some instructions, and then walked out of the office.

"You are so lucky. You met the thirteen zodiac animals and you were able to escape unscathed."

At this time, there was no one else in the office. Sui Chunsheng finally relaxed, patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder, and spoke.

"All the masters from Baihe Temple are here. They are here to capture the monsters from Wuwei Sect." Zhang Fan asked casually.

"That's not the case...it's just a coincidence." Zhan Xinyue shook her head.

"I heard that this Sister Zhuang has a very high status in Baihe Temple. She had already reached the [High Gong] level before she was thirty years old. This time she came to Yujing City to investigate an old case."

"What old case?" Zhang Fan asked.

"This..." Zhan Xinyue hesitated and couldn't help but look at Sui Chunsheng.

"Zhang Fan is not an outsider, it's okay to tell him." Sui Chunsheng said directly.

During the trip to Gusu, he witnessed Zhang Fan's methods, and they formed a friendship with each other.

"Actually, it's not a secret. He's just a demon from more than 20 years ago who was suspected to have appeared in Yujing City..." Zhan Xinyue said.

"If you have any clues, there will be a big reward for reporting them."

"A big reward?" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help asking, "What devil?"

"The relevant information is a mystery. We only know that he has a nickname called..."

"The Great Spiritual Sect King!!!"

"Ah!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

(End of this chapter)