One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

He slipped through the gate and hid behind the ruins of a carousel, its paint peeling off, leaving only a metal skeleton and a crooked horse head. He held his breath and observed the open space in the center of the amusement park.

Two people were standing in the middle of the open space.

A little boy who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing round-framed glasses and with a slightly chubby face, was idly kicking a small pebble on the ground with his toes, humming an unknown tune.

The other leaned against the base of a massive, long-stopped Ferris wheel, its iron frame heavily corroded. It was a woman with long, loose, slightly wavy pink hair that cascaded over her shoulders like burning flames. She was tall and strikingly sexy, almost exaggeratedly so, wearing a tight black leather tube top and matching hot pants, revealing a slender waist and long, straight, perfectly sculpted legs. At that moment, she tilted her head slightly back, lazily exhaling a smoke ring. Her profile, illuminated by dappled sunlight filtering through the broken roof, was breathtakingly beautiful, yet also carried a dangerous allure.

Lü Liang. Xia He.

Liu Yanyan carried Zhang Chulan to the center of the open space, threw him on the ground like a sack of potatoes, and said to Lü Liang and Xia He, "I've brought him. The road is clean, so there shouldn't be any tails."

Lu Liang adjusted his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses falling on the unconscious Zhang Chulan, a maturity and inquisitiveness beyond his years. He crouched down, extended his right hand, palm down, and gently pressed it against Zhang Chulan's forehead.

"Let me see..." Lu Liang muttered to himself, a faint, milky-white light, like ripples on water, began to emanate from his palm. "Where exactly did your grandfather, Zhang Huaiyi, hide the 'Qi Body Source Flow' that he risked his life to obtain... in your memory?"

The light in his palm gradually intensified, clearly indicating that he was using the Soul-Enhancing Technique to try and read Zhang Chulan's memories.

Nie Lingfeng remained hidden behind the carousel, motionless. He knew that Zhang Chulan's memories contained absolutely no information about the Qi Source Flow, meaning Lü Liang was destined to gain nothing. He was waiting—waiting for Xu San and Feng Baobao to arrive, waiting for the opportune moment to intervene.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the roar of a car engine approached from afar, followed by the sharp sound of emergency brakes!

Lü Liang's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly looked up: "Someone's here! And quite a few!"

Xia He flicked the cigarette butt away, the crimson spark tracing an arc in the air. She straightened up, stretching her slender waist, showing no sign of nervousness but rather a delighted smile, her voice languid and alluring: "Oh~ we have guests. Looks like our little one is quite popular."

The already crooked gate of the amusement park was suddenly pushed open from the outside with a loud bang!

Xu San led the way, striding in quickly. He wasn't wearing a suit today, but a dark combat uniform for ease of movement. He still wore his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes sharp. Behind him followed seven or eight employees, also dressed in NaDuTong uniforms, but with a sharp and wary demeanor, who quickly spread out, subtly forming an encirclement.

Walking slightly behind Xu San was Feng Baobao. She was still wearing the same plaid shirt and overalls, carrying two of her beloved kitchen knives, their blades gleaming coldly in the dim light. Her face was expressionless, but her large, empty eyes scanned Lü Liang, Xia He, and Liu Yanyan in the room.

"Fellow members of the Quanxing," Xu San stopped, adjusted his glasses, and spoke in a calm yet authoritative voice, "surrender. This place is surrounded."

Xia He giggled, her voice like a silver bell, yet with a captivating magnetism: "Xu San, oh Xu San, after all these years, you're still so... serious and clueless about romance."

Lu Liang had already withdrawn his hand from Zhang Chulan's forehead, stood up with a grim expression, and said in a low voice, "He has no memory of it. The part about the Qi Source Flow... is a complete blank. Zhang Huaiyi didn't tell him anything."

"Oh?" Xia He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised, but quickly regained her languid demeanor. "It's alright, take her back and 'ask' her slowly. We'll find out something eventually. But before that..."

Her gaze suddenly shifted to the wreckage of the carousel where Nie Lingfeng was hiding. A sharp glint flashed in her pink pupils, and her red lips parted slightly, her voice still carrying a smile, but now tinged with coldness:

"First, let's find that little mouse that's been hiding on the sidelines watching the show for ages... and drag it out for me."

Before she could finish speaking, Xia He moved!

Her movements were so fast they were almost a pink afterimage! One second she was leaning against the Ferris wheel, the next she had appeared like a ghost behind the carousel wreckage! Her five fingers formed claws, her fingertips swirling with a faint pink aura that seemed to evoke the deepest, most primal desires within people, and with a sharp whooshing sound, she reached straight for Nie Lingfeng's hiding place!

Nie Lingfeng was prepared!

The instant Xia He's gaze swept over him, he had already activated the Ice Heart Technique to its fullest extent, his mind becoming crystal clear. Facing that fierce and unpredictable claw strike, he did not take it head-on; instead, the Wind God Leg technique's "Catching the Wind and Shadows" flowed naturally beneath his feet!

Swish!

His figure, like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, slipped through the gaps in the carousel frame with incredible flexibility and speed just as Xia He's claws were about to touch the hem of his clothes, landing lightly in the center of the open space, to the side and in front of Xu San and the others.

"Oops?" Xia He's attack missed, and she withdrew her hand in surprise, turning around to look at Nie Lingfeng who had landed. When she saw Nie Lingfeng's face clearly, her charming eyes instantly lit up, as if she had discovered some extremely interesting prey.

"What a handsome young man~" Xia He licked her red lips, her voice cloyingly sweet, her gaze lingering unabashedly on Nie Lingfeng. "Your movements are so beautiful, like the wind. I... like you more and more~"

Nie Lingfeng's heart skipped a beat. Xia He's ability, "Lust," could subtly arouse people's most primal desires and impulses, making her extremely difficult to deal with. He didn't want to lose his composure in front of so many people, especially Xu San and Feng Baobao.

He quickly composed himself, the coolness of the "Ice Heart Manual" flowing through his body, resisting the intangible, seductive music and alluring scent that were trying to invade his consciousness, while his face remained expressionless.

"Brother Feng?!" Just then, Zhang Chulan, lying on the ground, seemed to wake up groggily from the commotion and the aura emanating from Xia He's claw attack. He immediately saw Nie Lingfeng standing not far away, and after a moment of surprise, he was horrified. "What are you doing here?! Run! These people are all bad! It's dangerous!"

Nie Lingfeng glanced at him and sighed helplessly, "Do you believe me now? I told you before, the most expensive things are the ones that are free."

Zhang Chulan: "..." He opened his mouth, then remembered his impatient manner earlier, his face turning red and white, so ashamed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Tsk, we can catch up later." Liu Yanyan snorted coldly, her hands quickly forming several complex hand seals while she muttered incantations.

In an instant, the earth churned in the shadows surrounding the open space, behind the abandoned game house, and even at the bottom of the dried-up fountain! Seven or eight "people," with ashen faces, sunken eyes, and tattered clothes, staggered to their feet. Their movements were stiff, their joints creaking and groaning, and they reeked of a thick stench of decay and a chilling aura of death—these were the walking corpses controlled by the corpse-driving techniques of the Liu family of Xiangxi!

The zombies' empty eye sockets "stared" at Nie Lingfeng, who was closest to them, and they slowly but firmly surrounded him, letting out low growls.

"Brother Feng, be careful!" Upon seeing this, Zhang Chulan disregarded his shame and shouted urgently.

Nie Lingfeng shook his head as he looked at these slow-moving, unskilled targets who, aside from being strong and carrying their own corpse poison, had little to no skill. He didn't even bother to draw the Snow Drinking Blade from his back; he simply raised his right hand casually.

The first move of the Cloud Dispelling Palm technique is Flowing Clouds and Water!

When the palm strike begins, it's as gentle and soft as a spring breeze caressing willows, without a trace of harshness. But the moment his palm pushes forward, the strike suddenly changes!

call--!!!

A powerful and vast palm wind, yet condensed to the point of being tangible, erupted like a river bursting its banks! The palm wind was not scattered and diffused, but highly concentrated, forming a visible, pale white, semi-transparent torrent of air!

Wherever the blast wave passed, the air was violently compressed, producing a low hum!

The three zombies at the very front were hit head-on by this torrent of air!

There was no loud crashing sound.

There was only a series of dull, muffled "plop" sounds, like a ripe watermelon bursting open!

The three zombies, like terracotta warriors struck by an invisible giant hammer, exploded instantly from head to toe! They weren't just knocked away or scattered, but completely "exploded"! Limbs, torn clothes, and blackish-red viscous bodily fluids scattered like fireworks!

The shockwave continued its relentless advance, sweeping backward and engulfing the four zombies behind it! Torn apart by the ferocious palm force, they too were utterly powerless to resist!

One palm strike.

Just one palm strike.

Seven or eight zombies, enough to give ordinary superhumans a headache and require careful handling, were completely reduced to fragments and debris, like fallen leaves swept away by a gust of wind. A strong, nauseating stench of decay instantly filled the air.

In the center of the open space, there was a deathly silence.

Zhang Chulan's mouth was agape enough to fit an egg, his eyes were wide open, and his mind was completely blank.

Lu Liang's hand, which was pushing up his glasses, froze in mid-air. The relaxation on his face vanished completely, replaced by deep shock and apprehension.

Xia He's eyes lit up with even more interest, even showing a hint of fervor: "Interesting...so interesting! Little brother, that palm strike of yours was much more powerful than it looked! Come on, have some fun with me~"

Before she finished speaking, she moved again! This time, she was even faster than before! Like a pink lightning bolt, she instantly covered a distance of more than ten meters, rushing straight at Nie Lingfeng! Her hands had long, slender fingers, and the pink aura swirling around her fingertips was even more intense, as if it had turned into a tangible mist, carrying a sweet and alluring fragrance, which enveloped Nie Lingfeng!