Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 104 Dilapidated Temple, Ghostly Envoys, Conservatism, Radicalism! (Please Subscribe!)

Black soil, black road, it's so hard to tell the difference!

Of course, this wasn't Zhao Zheng's fault. The main problem was that the manager who called out Hei Tu's name had an accent, like "Peng You" or "Ni Hao," which sounded like he could smell lamb skewers.

"It looks like it's going to rain. Does Master Zhao have any good places to go?" The one who asked the question was the shop manager, who spoke with an accent.

"No, as I said, this is my first time here—" Zhao Zheng shook his head after realizing the other party was deliberately testing him.

"In my opinion, why don't we take shelter from the rain at the dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain? We can rest there and continue our journey once the rain stops?"

The manager spoke to the caravan members in a seemingly consultative tone, and Zhao Zheng nodded to indicate that he had no objections, realizing that he had successfully joined the group.

*Ding! Congratulations on joining the merchant caravan.*

Ding! Caravan information as follows: The caravan consists of thirty-five members, including four martial artists from Zhenwei Escort Agency, four martial artists from the merchant caravan (actually five, the last one being the merchant manager), and the remaining members are ordinary personnel. The caravan possesses twenty horses and six carriages.

Zhao Zheng mentally added some game notification sounds, only to find that it was just the sound of joining the team and not the escort mission.

It's simple, because he didn't accept any missions!

After all, he was only there for the clues about the copper from the first mountain, and he joined the caravan simply because it was a suitable starting point.

As the caravan set off along the difficult path toward the dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain, Zhao Zheng, along with his walking corpse, Master Yan, also went to rest at the dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain.

Although he felt he probably wouldn't be able to rest!

After walking for a short while, the manager approached Zhao Zheng again and began to talk to him (test his waters), making Zhao Zheng feel that the old man was really wary.

However, putting himself in his shoes, he felt that the business manager's wariness was quite justified, after all, there are very few good people like him in the world.

The conversation ended quickly, and the steward subtly gave his young mistress's carriage a no-brainer.

It seemed that because the manager had confirmed that Zhao Zheng was alright, two of the four martial artists from Zhenwei Escort Agency who were not on horseback immediately started chatting with Zhao Zheng.

"Master, please don't mind him. That's just how old man Shang is. He stares at everyone he sees passing by for ages, let alone someone as capable as you!"

The martial artist who spoke eloquently but had a rather ordinary appearance was named Fang Chuan. After Fang Chuan finished speaking, the next martial artist to speak was named Zhang Chuan.

"Yes, Daoist Master, that's just how the old man is. If you're really unhappy with him, we'll secretly beat him up when we get to Xiangcheng!"

As Zhang Chuan spoke, he curiously examined the strange spider that was obediently perched on Zhao Zheng's shoulder, and he wanted to ask what it was.

However, when he saw the Bagua pattern on the spider's back, he felt it was better not to ask such probing questions.

"————"

Honestly, I feel like you're the one who'll get beaten up!

Zhao Zheng thought to himself, there were eight martial artists in the caravan. Regardless of their skill level, he felt that the manager's hidden strength was enough for one of them to take on two.

However, even with this thought, he still shook his head and whispered, "Manager Shang didn't do anything wrong. He should be more careful when he's out and about."

"The Taoist priest is right—"

"Yeah yeah----"

Seeing Zhang Chuan suddenly stop mentioning the fight, Zhao Zheng was speechless, but he still started chatting with the two martial artists.

The four people on the other side, plus the two martial artists who didn't come over to chat, were all from Zhenwei Escort Agency. Zhao Zheng felt that if he changed a word, he could find the lost Dugu Nine Swords manual.

These four men were hired on a mercenary basis, meaning they were paid to escort merchant caravans to Xiangcheng, and they were all veterans.

"I've escorted and protected caravans more than a dozen times. Daoist Master, just come with me, and I guarantee you a safe journey."

Without even looking, Zhao Zheng knew that Fang Chuan, though of average appearance, had a pleasant voice. Zhang Chuan chimed in from the side.

Peace.

"Mmm, following Brother Fang will ensure safety—"

The two men said this mainly because they had heard Zhao Zheng talk about Master Yan. Although they didn't think there was such a good person as Zhao Zheng, they also couldn't prove that Zhao Zheng wasn't a good person.

Anyway, saying nice things is always a good idea! ×2

The two exchanged a glance, and then, remembering that Zhao Zheng came from the Maoshan Sect, they suddenly felt that what they were doing was even more justified.

Zhao Zheng didn't notice what the two were thinking. He just looked up at the night sky where it had started to rain and at the carriages that were leading the way on the not-too-rugged mountain road ahead.

It seemed that because Zhao Zheng's side was so lively, before long, five of the remaining six martial artists and some ordinary people from the caravan also came over.

Everyone started chatting excitedly!

Or, one could ask Zhao Zheng, this seemingly powerful Taoist priest, "What should I do if I encounter a ghost on the road at night?" In particular, what should I do if I encounter a flirtatious female ghost?

Zhao Zheng looked expressionlessly at the third Chuan, also known as Zhou Chuan, who had mentioned encountering a flirtatious female ghost, and after thinking for a moment, he replied.

"If you think you can handle it, then go for it. If you think you can't, then just cum. Cunting is more effective than anything else, especially when a woman encounters a philandering male ghost!"

This method was told to him by Master Zhao Zheng when he was alive; it is the best way for ordinary people to encounter a philandering ghost.

Moreover, using this method may prevent possession by ghosts, unless the ghost is from Germany.

Well, Germany, well, those who know, know!

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Because the method was too bizarre, everyone's expressions froze for a moment, especially Su Zai, the only female martial artist, whose eyes revealed disgust.

However, seeing how handsome Zhao Zheng was, she decided to let it go and forgive him this once.

"Isn't there a more respectable way?"

The one speaking was from Sichuan, also known as Jin Chuan, of Zhenwei Escort Agency. To be honest, Zhao Zheng thought that the reason these four Sichuanese could team up was probably because their names all contained the character "Sichuan".

"Yes, blood from the tip of the tongue can also deal with ghosts, but generally speaking, only the blood from a virgin's tongue is very powerful. For ordinary people, unless you are born with strong blood and abundant yang energy, spraying blood all over the other person's face will not be effective—"

Zhao Zheng didn't continue, only giving everyone a knowing look, before continuing, "Besides blood from the tip of the tongue, you can also use boy's urine, peach wood, and willow branches to deal with ghosts—but the effect is less than soiling your pants!"

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So you can't avoid soiling your pants, can you?

Everyone was speechless, but they did remember Zhao Zheng's method of "pulling your pants" (a euphemism for an accidental incontinence). Zhao Zheng had emphasized it twice already; it would be stupid not to remember it.

"What should I do if I encounter a zombie?"

The speaker was still from Sichuan. Upon hearing this, everyone immediately looked at the walking corpse, Daoist Yan, who was following behind Zhao Zheng.

"Hold your breath, stand still, and if there's a river nearby, jump in," Zhao Zheng said.

As he spoke, he explained why he jumped directly into the river: zombies are extremely yin in nature, and their movements rely on corpse energy, yin energy, and moonlight.

Although the character for "water" in the river is indeed considered Yin in the Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory, water that is in motion is no longer considered Yin.

Instead, it can be called Yang water, a pure Qi water!

When the yang water washes over a zombie, the corpse energy and yin energy on its body are destined to be difficult to preserve. This is why zombies generally do not approach water sources.

And most importantly, zombies have stiff joints and sink immediately when they fall into water; they simply cannot swim.

At this point, Zhao Zheng spoke up.

"Unless you're unlucky enough to run into a water zombie!"

"What if I actually encounter a water zombie?"

It was Jin Chuan from Sichuan who spoke. Zhao Zheng glanced at Jin Chuan and said, "Then you should wash yourself clean in the river."

"Um?"

"Die with some dignity!"

"6

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Jin Chuan's smile vanished, but smiles returned to the faces of the others, with Zhang Chuan bursting into laughter.

"Remember to bring soap; it'll get you clean!"

"Exactly, that's more respectable!"

"Yeah yeah----"

"Screw you, I'm not that unlucky!"

Jin Chuan said irritably, leaving the group of people chatting. Of course, he wasn't too angry, since he was the one who said he was unlucky.

After a while, the rest of the group gradually broke away from the group under the manager's coughs and gazes, except for Fang Chuan and Zhou Chuan who were already at the back of the group, and Su Ran who did not return to the front of the group.

Su glanced at the zombie Yan Daoist and asked curiously, "Daoist Zhao, are there many kinds of zombies?"

She asked this question mainly because it was the first time she had heard the term "water zombie." Fang Chuan and Zhou Chuan also showed curiosity upon hearing this.

"Hmm, quite a lot————"

Zhao Zheng explained the different types of zombies. Just as he had said before, different environments can create different people, and different coffins can also create different zombies.

Not only water zombies, but also zombies can be spawned from the elements of metal, wood, fire, and earth, and there are even things like swamp zombies.

In short, there are many kinds!

"However, under normal circumstances, the probability of an ordinary person encountering this is very—not high!" Zhao Zheng originally wanted to say it was very low.

But when he thought of the Green Snake and the Rat Demon, and then of the present era, he changed his evaluation from "very low" to "not high".

"oh oh----"

Su Ran and the other two nodded, and the caravan members nearby who had been listening also showed expressions of having learned something.

"Besides jumping into the river, what other methods can ordinary people use to deal with zombies? Are glutinous rice and peach wood swords the only effective methods? Are there no other ways?"

It was Zhang Chuan who spoke. As soon as he said this, the people in the nearby caravans immediately perked up their ears. Zhao Zheng glanced at Zhang Chuan, who spoke with a golden air, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"Yes, you can just jump into a latrine or a swill bucket, and you'll be covered in filth to deal with it."

"————"×3

The conversation ended there. Zhang Chuan looked at Zhao Zheng, who had been sarcastic, pouted, and left the group. Fang Chuan, seeing Zhao Zheng's surprised expression, asked, "Will this really deal with zombies?"

"certainly!"

"————"×2

"Whether it's righteous or evil teachings, as long as it's a teaching, it's afraid of being defiled, and zombies are no exception. The methods I'm talking about are all real and usable —"

As Zhao Zheng spoke, he thought to himself that although the method was a bit unorthodox and full of scatological nonsense, it was actually effective.

Especially when facing a possessed ghost or a philandering ghost, simply peeing into your pants is much more effective than using willow branches or virgin urine.

Well, unless the other party is from Germany!

The topic ended there, not because Fang Chuan and Su didn't want to ask anymore, but mainly because the caravan suddenly stopped.

Something's up!

Fang Chuan said something, then told Zhao Zheng to be careful, and instantly left Zhao Zheng's vicinity. Zhao Zheng saw eight martial artists looking around warily in a four-in-front, four-out-back formation.

Then, the manager gestured, and the formation was adjusted to two in the back and six in the front. Seeing Fang Chuan and the other two walk to the front of the formation, Zhao Zheng told the walking corpse Yan Daoist to stay where he was, while he quickly went to the front of the formation himself.

"So it was a bear waving—"

The one who spoke was Fang Chuan, who had come to the front of the group and was protecting everyone in front of him. Zhao Zheng looked in the direction Fang Chuan was looking.

Before their eyes was a figure waving at them from the edge of a bamboo grove not far ahead on the rugged mountain path. Well, it should be said that it was something that looked like a person from a distance.

He said that from a distance it looks like a person, mainly because the other party is wearing human clothes and making human waving gestures, but upon closer inspection, you will find that the other party is not a person, but a bear wearing clothes.

Seeing the bloodstains around the mouth of the bear dressed like a human, Zhao Zheng frowned. He frowned mainly because he realized that this was not his lost mount, since his mount would not eat people.

"The usual rules!"

Just as Zhao Zheng thought the caravan would send out martial artists to deal with the bear, the manager spoke up.

The martial artist who hadn't come to chat earlier took out two marinated and dried chickens from the carriage and cautiously approached.

"???"

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, then heard Fang Chuan whisper to him, "Daoist, are you surprised? Did you think we were going to kill this bear?"

"Killing him is far too dangerous. We can guarantee our own safety, but we can't guarantee theirs!"

Su Zai, a martial artist who was already at the front of the group, added, referring to the ordinary people in the caravan.

"Besides, sometimes the smell of blood attracts more wild animals and filthy things, so it's better to avoid trouble."

Following him was the manager, who was standing behind the group. As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Zheng; he meant no harm, but was simply worried that Zhao Zheng might suddenly appear and show off his power.

Well, he felt that Zhao Zheng probably wouldn't make a move.

The manager looked at Zhao Zheng, who was also protecting everyone in front of him, and his initial worry subsided as he looked away.

Listening to everyone's words, Zhao Zheng nodded, understanding that the current move was an attempt to use money to avoid trouble, or rather, to use chickens to avoid trouble.

Feeling a bit strange, Zhao Zheng stopped thinking about using chickens to ward off disaster and instead followed the crowd to look behind the martial artist who had thrown two chickens and run back, or rather, to the bear that had moved.

Without a word, the bear picked up two marinated and dried chickens and left, its speed leaving Zhao Zheng speechless.

To be honest, he felt something was off about the plot!

"Am I not the main character?"

Zhao Zheng stroked his chin, filled with doubt. He felt that the normal procedure should be that the bear felt insulted, then went on a rampage, and finally descended from the sky to save everyone.

Fine, if it's not true, it's not true!

No big problem, he'll find the real protagonist and peel off his face later—Zhao Zheng immediately stopped thinking.

Realizing his thoughts were too extreme, Zhao Zheng immediately switched the eight divine spells that were constantly being used to refresh his status in the background to the Mind Purification Mantra.

"I never expected this bear to be so well-behaved!"

Fang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his grip on the hilt of the knife, and then looked at Zhao Zheng with a smile: "How about it, Daoist Zhao, do you feel like you've learned something new?"

"really!"

Seeing everyone breathe a sigh of relief, Zhao Zheng nodded. Manager Shang smiled and said, "Some things can't be solved only through fighting!"

The others also started talking, or rather, they explained some things to Zhao Zheng, who, despite appearing to be a Taoist priest who transports corpses, was still just a child in their eyes, to him.

Zhao Zheng listened and nodded, without refuting the other party's comments about some practices that he felt should not have been done.

And so, the group continued along the mountain path toward the mountainside. A dozen minutes later, as the drizzling autumn rain began to intensify, they arrived at the dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain.

"It's very clean, there's nothing dirty!"

Finally fulfilling his duties as a Taoist priest, Zhao Zheng carefully examined the dilapidated temple that should have been a mountain god's shrine and said, "O..."

Upon hearing this, the manager breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ordered everyone to drive the carriage and horses into the side hall and tie them up.

Seeing that the ordinary members of the caravan were likely to rest in the side hall with the horses and carriages, Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and then took the walking corpse Yan Daoist to a corner of the main hall to settle him.

It wasn't that he disliked ordinary members, but rather that the walking corpse Yan Daozhang had a corpse aura on him, so it was better to avoid staying in crowded places as much as possible, since it wouldn't benefit either of them.

Corpse energy can harm people, and human energy can also harm corpses, especially when many people are in the same room and their energy is concentrated.

This is the main reason why many Taoist priests who transport corpses either spend the night in the wild or stay in inns that specialize in transporting corpses.

With the carriage settled, the next step was naturally to light a fire, eat, and most importantly, chat.

In Zhao Zheng's opinion, chatting is quite important, at least he felt it was important when he saw Jin Chuan rambling on and on.

Inside the main hall, beside the bonfire.

"—That's how it is. He died, and his body couldn't just be left unattended, so I helped him take it away. Now that the body has been taken away, it's time to send him back."

Relieved that he hadn't heard anyone named Baiyun in the caravan, Zhao Zheng sat down by the campfire and, under questioning from the others, began to recount in detail the death of Master Yan.

Of course, he omitted some things!

"Alas, I never expected Master Yan to be so unlucky, actually encountering such a powerful zombie—"

"That's right, after driving corpses his whole life, he ended up being driven by someone else in the end—"

"But I never expected Master Zhao to be so kind-hearted. Only Master Zhao would care about those corpses—"

After a moment of sighing, the crowd began to praise Zhao Zheng. Facing these honest people, Zhao Zheng nodded: "Indeed!"

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You're really not being modest!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all looked at Zhao Zheng speechlessly, including Miss Shang Xinyue, who finally got off the carriage.

"By the way, everyone, please rest assured that once the goods are delivered to Xiangcheng, the reward will definitely satisfy you."

When the business manager spoke, he basically said that the goods were in a bit of a hurry, so they would need to work overtime at night to get them on the road, and at the same time he made some very realistic promises.

Upon hearing that the compensation would increase, Fang Chuan and the other three smiled even more, as did Su Ran and the others.

"Don't worry, Master Zhao, you'll have it too!"

The manager chuckled and spoke with the words of an old hand, while his gaze lingered on the strange spider on Zhao Zheng's shoulder.

Zhao Zheng shook his head and refused, saying, "We're just traveling together and helping each other out, so let's forget about any compensation."

He only joined the team and didn't take on any missions, so he didn't care about the reward or anything. Anyway, Director Zhao wasn't short of money.

There's not much to say after that. The manager just said a few nice things, saying that Zhao Zheng would get the reward he deserved, regardless of whether he accepted it or not. Zhao Zheng didn't care about that.

Looking at the group chatting enthusiastically, he had a sudden thought and began to quietly separate his spirit from his body, but he didn't finish.

Only half was sold!

As for why he could only produce half of his Yang spirit, in his view, a person has three souls and seven spirits. If a few of the three souls and seven spirits can be lost, there is no reason why the Yang spirit must be produced all at once!

Zhao Zheng released the left half of his Yang spirit, leaving the other half to control his body, so that no one could take advantage of him to launch a sneak attack.

Although the feeling of being cut in half and the two different perspectives made him feel nauseous, and his Yang Spirit had cracked a little.

However, it's not a big problem. Anyway, he realized that his idea was correct. It turns out that Yang Shen can indeed only be produced in half.

"It's just that the campfire is a bit hot—and the rain is a bit stinging—" Zhao Zheng, a half-Yang God version of himself, flew outside the main hall to experience it.

I'm beginning to understand why the methods for astral projection explicitly state that one should choose a good day to perform the projection.

"By the way, where's the bear?"

Relying on the aura of the bear he had secretly absorbed along the way, Zhao Zheng chased after it at an extremely fast speed. Before long, he killed the man-eating bear and then directly returned his Yang spirit to his body.

The whole process took only a few dozen seconds, but covered a distance of several miles. This made Zhao Zheng realize that the saying that the Yang God could travel eight thousand miles a day was not just empty talk.

"Tired?"

The speaker was Su Ran, the female martial artist sitting next to Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng, whose spirit had just returned to his body, shook his head: "No, I was just thinking about some things!"

"Missing home?"

"no----"

Zhao Zheng shook his head. He was just thinking about how his "Life's Many Faces" scroll hadn't been updated for several days. He had killed so many people, why hadn't a new scroll been started?

Just as Su Zai was about to ask a question, Zhao Zheng let out a soft "hmm" and looked towards the gate. Su Zai followed suit, and the others subconsciously stopped talking and looked over as well. What came into view was a torrential downpour outside.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, two men, soaking wet and out of breath, rushed into the main hall one after the other, startling everyone.

But when the two looked up, everyone was even more stunned, because they found that the two people looked exactly alike, the same age, the same appearance, and the same disheveled state.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

The one who spoke was a martial artist who threw two chickens to ward off misfortune. The martial artist immediately stood up in front of the fire and drew his sword, as did Fang Chuan and the others.

Except for Zhao Zheng and the steward who were unarmed and did not draw their swords, all those who were armed stood up and drew their weapons.

The two men stopped, but they started talking. The one on the left, looking panicked, cried out, "Tiger! Tiger! Tiger demon! The tiger demon is coming from behind the mountain, it'll be here soon! Run! Run—hurry!"

But the one on the right, who also looked terrified, spoke up: "The tiger demon came from the front of the mountain. I just ran over from the front of the mountain. Don't believe him, he's lying to you!"

The man on the left, upon hearing this, glared angrily at the man on the right: "Who are you? Are you just parroting me? You must be—"

The man on the right, also getting agitated, turned and glared at the other man, saying, "Me, repeating what you say? Who's repeating whom? You're the one who's—"

The two stopped arguing eerily because they both saw each other's faces and realized that the other looked exactly like them.

Not only did they stop arguing, but even the warrior who had been standing in front of the campfire swallowed hard and retreated to the side of the crowd—finding that everyone had retreated to Zhao Zheng's side, he quickly retreated as well.

There's no other reason than that the current situation is too bizarre!

"Who are you? You look just like me!"

"Who are you? You look just like me!"

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, were arguing about each other's appearances. However, their voices, tones, and even the way they pointed at each other during the argument were strangely identical.

The sight made everyone swallow hard. Su Zai shrank back in fright, and Fang Chuan gripped the long knife tightly in his left hand, instinctively retreating. Zhang Chuan followed suit.

Zhao Zheng paid no attention to Liang Chuan's actions, but only looked behind the two arguing men, at the ordinary caravan members being protected by two martial artists in the side hall outside the door.

The manager stared intently at the two of them, swallowing hard as he leaned closer to Zhao Zheng: "Daoist Master, what should we do now?"

He had encountered many strange things during his caravan journeys throughout his life, and he had heard of the existence of ghosts, but the current situation involving two ghosts was something he couldn't understand.

"Yes, Master, what should we do?"

The one who spoke was Su Zai, the female martial artist who almost hung on Zhao Zheng. As soon as she said this, everyone looked at Zhao Zheng.

After all, Zhao Zheng was a Taoist priest, a professional at dealing with such situations, and it seemed that Zhao Zheng was about to speak.

Perhaps because the two men were tired of arguing, they stopped arguing and continued talking back and forth.

"Don't believe him, he's a fake. He must be a traitor to that tiger demon. I'm the real one, I'm the real Chen San!"

The man on the left spoke angrily, and the man on the right immediately echoed angrily, "Don't believe him! He's a fake! He must be that tiger demon's accomplice! I'm the real one! I'm the real Chen San!"

The two Chen Sans spoke at the same time, one saying, "The tiger demon is coming from the front of the mountain," and the other saying, "The tiger demon is coming from behind the mountain." As soon as they finished speaking, they both shut up and stared at each other.

"Master, which one of them is the fake?"

The one who spoke was Shang Xinyue, who was being protected behind Manager Shang and standing close to Zhao Zheng. Before Zhao Zheng could even open his mouth, Jin Chuan suddenly said, "On the left, it must be that Chen San on the left—look, his shoes aren't wet at all!"

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively looked over and, sure enough, saw that Chen San's shoes on the left were dry, even though it was still raining outside!

"Hahaha, I knew you could tell the difference between the real and the fake! Quick, quick, come with me! The tiger is coming from the front of the mountain! Let's run!" Chen Sanxi on the right said, bursting into tears.

Just as everyone was about to give up, Chen San on the left spoke in a tone of exasperation and frustration.

"You—you're all as stupid as pigs and dogs! My shoes are dry, it's obviously a trick by that tiger demon—why don't you use your brains? If I were a demon, would I be stupid enough to leave my shoes dry?"

Hmm, that makes sense, so it's really hard to choose!

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively turned their gaze to Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng silently looked around; to be honest, he didn't want to choose.

"Master, which one is the real one?"

The manager urged him on, his usually calm tone unusually flustered, which made Zhao Zheng pause for a moment before replying.

"I'm more composed, so I'll choose the right."

Clang—

A sharp sound of a sword being drawn, accompanied by a blinding glint of cold light, rang out in the hall. Just then, Chen San on the left watched in horror as Zhao Zheng pierced his chest with a long sword.

A strange smile appeared on Chen San's face on the right, but the smile was quickly replaced by astonishment.

puff~

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out again in the hall. Chen San, on the right, stared blankly at Zhao Zheng, who had also killed him.

"you----"

"I forgot to mention, although I'm a conservative, I can be quite radical at times, especially when I'm caught in a dilemma!"

Zhao Zheng shrugged, drew his sword and stabbed again, until he had turned the right Chen San into a sieve, before finally slashing off the left Chen San's head with a single stroke.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Coupled with the bizarre and terrifying scene before him, when Zhao Zheng turned around, he saw a group of people who had drawn their weapons and were watching him warily.

"Protect my zombies!"

Zhao Zheng sheathed the Tai'a sword, said something, turned around, and disappeared. Just as everyone was wondering whether Zhao Zheng was a human or a ghost, the three men who were supposed to be dead opened their eyes, exchanged a bitter smile, and looked at each other.

"It turns out we were all fake—"

"ah----"

Screams echoed throughout the dilapidated temple, but no danger remained. All that remained were the two fake Chen Sans who vanished in two wisps of green smoke after speaking, and the bewildered crowd in a state of terror.

Hundreds of meters away from the dilapidated temple, there was neither the front nor the back of the mountain, but the west side of the mountain.

Zhao Zheng stopped his rainbow transformation technique and quietly looked at a sickly-looking tiger walking in the downpour ten meters away.

The tiger was two meters tall, and with its tail, it was nearly six meters long. It looked like a strong adult, but it was panting as if it were seriously ill.

With each step he took, blood would flow from his left and right tiger claws, which would then be washed away by the rain, seemingly because he had seen Zhao Zheng.

Or perhaps it was because of the ghost's influence on Chen San's return that the tiger, which had been keeping its head down, raised its head and looked at Zhao Zheng with curiosity.

Seeing the rain and fallen leaves automatically avoiding Zhao Zheng, and then looking at Zhao Zheng's cultivation level, the tiger demon's eyes showed doubt. Then it spoke in a sickly voice and asked.

"From the Maoshan Sect?"

"right!"

"You have good eyesight, but you clearly chose Chen San on the right, so why did you kill him?" The tiger demon asked, puzzled by the information conveyed by the cougar.

"I already said I'm a conservative, but I can be quite radical at times, especially when I'm caught in a dilemma!"

"So, you...you didn't see through my demon-summoning technique?" the tiger demon asked, his tone certain but uncertain.

"I didn't see through it; your skill is quite advanced!"

Zhao Zheng spoke, his left hand slightly moving in a hand seal, the Bone Painting Scroll opened, and in an instant, a line of words slowly appeared before his eyes.

Yin Jun's favorability towards you: 60.

Strangely enough, this tiger demon had a natural affinity for him of 60, which was higher than that of Xiulian, a human.

"Aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person?"

Yin Jun asked curiously, and Zhao Zheng nodded and said he was afraid, but then added, "So what if we made a mistake?"

He can just apologize!

"Interesting young man—ahem, how about this, you leave, and we'll pretend we never met tonight. Don't worry, no one will know what happened tonight!"

Yin Jun chuckled and said, it was hard to imagine that a tiger could show such a human-like smile.

"I'm afraid that won't work. After all, I just joined this team today. If the whole team dies, it will affect my gaming experience." Zhao Zheng shook his head and refused.

"Gaming experience?"

Yin Jun paused for a moment, then repeated the word to himself. He seemed to understand Zhao Zheng's thoughts and smiled slightly.

"Are you sure you're not leaving?"

"I'm not leaving!"

"That would be a difficult situation."

Yin Jun lowered its head and sighed. When it raised its head again, its previous sickly appearance had disappeared.

At the same time, ghostly figures appeared on both sides of it, appearing one after another, and within a few breaths there were dozens of ghostly figures.

"I haven't eaten many, only three thousand. I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't leave, I'll make them all vanish into nothingness!"

Yin Jun's tiger-like eyes revealed a playful smile, or rather, a mischievous smile. Just as he saw Zhao Zheng frown and about to speak, he heard Zhao Zheng suddenly say something.

"Ten seconds is too long!"

A dazzling flash of cold light appeared, and Yin Jun's tiger-like face showed an extremely human-like expression of astonishment, an expression of astonishment that appeared because Zhao Zheng had killed those dozens of cougars with a single sword strike.

No, why don't you play by the rules?