Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

"Take down these two stray dogs!"

Liu Zhen's angry, hoarse roar shattered the silence inside the gambling den.

As he drew his long sword, a dazzling white flame accompanied the blade, flowing out of the scabbard like a spring.

The roaring flames engulfed the longsword, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

More than a hundred strands of spiritual energy rose up, creating a terrifying spiritual pressure that was suffocating.

With only a dozen or so strands of spiritual energy remaining, Dong Cheng felt his legs go weak.

In addition, as Liu Zhen drew his sword, he also made a hand seal with one hand, and his figure suddenly became several shadows.

The same white-flaming longsword swept across the long table from three different directions, pointing directly at the youth opposite!

"..."

Lin Shu sat in the chair, her hair flying everywhere, her pupils reflecting the glint of the blade, making it impossible to tell which figure was real.

But he didn't look at Liu Zhen; instead, he stared quietly at something.

Both the conversation just now and the unnecessary movements were merely a cover-up.

All for that black mist that slowly rippled out behind the constable.

The mist, shaped like a human figure, clung tightly to Liu Zhen's back.

At the very moment the constable rioted, the black mist finally spread out with a roar, sweeping across the entire gambling den with him at its center.

The chilling atmosphere turned this place into an ice cellar.

The black mist, like sand, extinguished the white flames on the longsword.

The three figures froze simultaneously. The distance that Liu Zhen had been able to reach with a swing of his sword suddenly became much longer.

"call."

Lin Shu felt as if most of her spiritual energy was instantly drained away.

He raised his head slightly, and his pupils, illuminated by the glint of the blade, filled with a red mist.

His scarlet eyes were like two crimson moons.

Under the Dharma's gaze, the three figures in front of him gradually began to overlap.

"Get out of my way!"

Liu Zhen roared and swung his sword with powerful spiritual energy, trying to force back the strange black mist around him.

But at the same time, his body, which was already somewhat frozen, suddenly felt a burning sensation, stinging and itchy, making him feel an urge to scratch his own flesh.

Click click click!

Lin Shu loosened her clasped hands and slowly clenched them towards the figure shrouded in black mist.

A chilling, pale white figure emerged from the mist.

These grotesque and terrifying bone claws, sharp as knives, carried a mournful aura as they viciously dug into Liu Zhen's limbs and the flesh of his chest and abdomen, like countless water ghosts trying to drag him into a dark and silent river of mist.

Liu Zhen felt a sense of fear. Over the years, he had painstakingly collected all sorts of high-level immortal techniques, except for those of the lowest grade. He only had one sixth-grade sword technique and one fifth-grade movement technique.

But now, he actually smelled a scent in the black mist that he had never experienced before.

What's worse, because he was consumed by rage, he didn't even realize when the black mist was approaching him.

scoff!

The bone claws suddenly exerted force, tearing off large chunks of his flesh.

The bloodstains were enveloped in mist, and a person who was perfectly fine just moments before was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.

"ah!!"

The constable, now devoid of human form, let out a piercing wail.

What terrified Liu Zhen the most was that, due to his abundant spiritual power, he was still alive and his consciousness remained clear.

The white, bony claws were gripping his face tightly, and he could only peek out through the gaps.

In sight, there were only those inhuman crimson eyes.

He clearly still had the strength to resist, but his courage had been shattered by this bizarre scene, and he struggled incessantly like an ordinary person.

"There's a monster! Help me!"

His last cry for help was swallowed up as his body was completely pulled into the mist.

But the cry for help itself is meaningless.

Because the black mist had already spread out, and the ground was covered with white, bony claws.

Throughout the gambling den, apart from the stunned Dong Cheng, almost everyone else was being chased by them.

"Run!"

The constables, who had been preparing to cooperate with Liu Zhen's attack, swung their swords to cleave through the mist and ran upstairs with their hearts pounding.

However, before he could leap out, someone suddenly grabbed his hair from behind.

The sudden force sent him flying backward, crashing onto the table with a thud.

"Ah...ah..."

The constable felt dizzy and his eyes widened as he stared intently at the fair and young face above him.

Lin Shu released his head, a hint of weariness in her eyes, and took the long knife from the constable's trembling hands.

"Officer, this is what you call resisting arrest."

He smiled, his voice was calm, and his five fingers slowly tightened their grip on the knife hilt.

Clang!

In an instant, a silver light fell, piercing straight into the constable's heart.

The blade's momentum didn't diminish; it pierced through the table and desk three inches before finally stopping with a buzzing sound.

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife onto the ground, seeping into the cracks in the stone bricks and spreading to Dong Cheng's feet.

"ah--"

Dong Cheng's face turned deathly pale. He suddenly came to his senses and instinctively screamed.

He was indeed a cultivator, but he was just a young wolf and had little experience in combat. He had never seen such ferocious methods before.

Only now did he realize that the black mist that had surrounded him like a ghostly realm had long since dissipated, as if the scene just now was all an illusion.

The candlelight inside the gambling den flickered on and off.

Shopkeeper Wang, his two henchmen, and another constable were all lying on the ground in strange positions, their bodies covered with gaping wounds, each one potentially fatal.

In addition, their facial features were distorted as if they had seen a ghost, giving the impression that they had died from fright.

"What are you yelling about?"

Lin Shu glanced at him: "Go search this place."

"Gulp."

Dong Cheng swallowed hard. Only now did he realize that Master Lin had killed six people, including Liu Zhen, who was in the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

But... the other party never left that position from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt the hard object in his arms, and his fear was mixed with a strange look that seemed to be both crying and laughing.

With such terrifying methods, and already planning to confiscate their property and wipe out their entire family, why did they still have to bring the account book along?

"I'll go right now!"

Dong Cheng, scrambling up the stairs, felt uneasy, as if the ground floor was unclean, and that white skeletal claws might suddenly appear and grab his ankles.

"..."

Lin Shu watched the other person go upstairs and waited for a moment.

Only then did he sit back down in his seat.

He reached for the Qi-boosting pills at his waist, only to find that his fingers were so weak they were trembling.

After seven or eight pills entered my mouth, the bitter taste transformed into medicinal power.

Lin Shu slowly closed her eyes.

When he first learned this technique of burying souls with bones, he felt something was off.

The scene depicted in that painting of a lone wolf howling at the moon was far too vast. Compared to the fifth-rank Ghost Moon Bone-Splitting Hand, it far surpassed it, feeling like they were on completely different levels.

Now that I've used it myself, I roughly understand it.

At least half of the destructive power of this magical technique comes from the illusions it creates.

No wonder it's called the Burial of Souls.

Before I could even scratch him to death, I was scared to death first.

Even so, using both the Burial of Bones and Soul and the Crimson Moon Eye technique simultaneously almost drained Lin Shu dry.

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace of their bodies; killing a lowly life earns a reward of seventy-six coins."

Of all the prompts that jumped up, this one was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

The others were only slightly skilled in martial arts and not cultivators. The most expensive was four coins, while the cheapest, like Fatty Wang, was only worth two coins.

The five of them together only managed to scrape together fifteen bad coins.

Both being at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, this man surnamed Liu was only twice as expensive as Fatty Tian.

Perhaps it's due to the amount of Qi absorbed?

Lin Shu looked away, his attention now focused on Shan Gong who was following behind.

The seventeen tips, in total, probably cover everyone in the Zhao family, from the oldest to the youngest, including servants and maids.

The price is all one coin.

That's understandable, though. If there were someone in the family who could fight, the man wouldn't have rushed up with a broom.

"That's about it."

Lin Shu didn't complain about the small amount, considering that she had previously earned two merit points for a casual remark.

Once you've risen in status and secured your position, accumulating good deeds shouldn't be too slow.

Now, we need to process these currencies as soon as possible.

When dawn breaks, there will still be things to do to clean up the mess.

The corrupt police officers were also government officials.

Although there is a precedent of Yan Jin clearing out an entire street.

But since my strength is not as good as theirs, it's always good to make some preparations.

This is why Lin Shu asked Dong Cheng to bring the account book.

As for how to hand it over and to whom, he had already thought it through.