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"Why can't we eat it?"

The four ghosts were all taken aback, their voices stiffening.

The one-eyed evil spirit replied, "This person is loyal and righteous, and has done many good deeds throughout his life. He is a virtuous person and should not be eaten."

After hearing this, the four ghosts had no choice but to reluctantly walk away, abandoning their plan to steal the saber.

They then set their sights on the fat and thin monks, drooling.

These two guys are of different builds, one fat and one thin, and both are martial artists with vigorous blood and energy.

For demons and evil spirits, it is an extremely tempting delicacy.

However, just as they were about to take a big sip, the one-eyed evil spirit spoke up again to stop them.

"These two are extremely vicious and wicked, having committed countless evil deeds throughout their lives. They are licentious, indiscriminately killing innocent people. They are truly wicked and should not be eaten."

Upon hearing this, the four ghosts bared their teeth and became agitated, their bodies radiating black energy.

They couldn't help but ask, "If we can't eat good people, and we can't eat evil people, then what should we eat?"

The one-eyed evil spirit opened its hideous and terrifying single eye, its gaze slowly sweeping across the dilapidated temple before finally settling steadily on Fang Chang.

It grinned and said in a hoarse voice, "These creatures are neither good nor evil, neither blessed nor fortunate."

"Although he committed many atrocities in his life, he was not thoroughly evil."

"If people like this don't eat now, when will they?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four ghosts were overjoyed and leaped to Fang Chang's side, opening their mouths to suck...

Unexpectedly, Fang Chang, who had been breathing steadily and pretending to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes!

"Buzz—"

A sharp clang echoed through the dilapidated temple as the goose-feather blade, gleaming with a chilling blood-red light, was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, so fast that only a blur remained!

Before the four ghosts could react, their necks were slashed by the blade, each one having their throats severed in one stroke!

Fang Chang stood holding a knife, his face as cold as frost.

What does it mean to be neither good nor evil, neither blessed nor fortunate?

So these days, evil spirits only prey on people, refusing to eat good people or bad people, but instead targeting normal people like him who are neither good nor bad?

"Click-clack..."

Fang Chang's strike was extremely ruthless.

When he strikes, he strikes with deadly force, nearly beheading the four ghosts with a single blow.

What's chilling is that the four ghosts simply twisted their heads, and the knife wound on their necks instantly healed as if they had never been injured.

Fang Chang's slash caused quite a commotion.

The fat and thin monks, who had been fast asleep, were immediately awakened and opened their eyes abruptly.

The skinny monk, still half-asleep, tried to sit up to see what had happened.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the fat monk, who reacted even faster, pressed him back to his original position.

"Shh! It's an evil spirit!"

The moment the fat monk awoke, he caught a glimpse of the five strange ghosts in the dilapidated temple.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, filled with fear. He quickly lowered his voice to stop the skinny monk, afraid that any movement would attract the attention of the evil spirit.

"Damn it, how did I attract evil spirits..."

The skinny monk glanced at him discreetly, following his gaze, and was immediately terrified, completely disoriented, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

However, he soon noticed Fang Chang, who was holding a knife and confronting the evil spirit not far away.

The skinny monk steadied himself, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. He quickly said, "Look! That guy seems to be fighting with the evil spirit!"

"Great! He's an eighth-rank expert; he'll definitely be able to hold off these evil spirits. Let's take this opportunity to run away!"

The skinny monk's voice was urgent, as if he wished he could escape this dangerous place immediately.

But the fat monk shook his head with a gloomy expression, his tone full of despair.

"Look outside, the evil spirits have already sealed this dilapidated temple shut; we can't escape."

Upon hearing this, the skinny monk finally took a closer look.

Sure enough, the entire dilapidated temple was now shrouded in a thick, inky darkness, completely isolating it from the outside world.

He was immediately on the verge of tears: "How could I be so unlucky!"

"It's one thing to run into an eighth-rank expert, but how did we end up inexplicably stumbling upon evil spirits?"

"By the way, that guy is an eighth-rank expert, he should be able to deal with these evil spirits, right?"

The fat monk's expression grew increasingly grim: "Although that guy is an eighth-rank martial artist, in the face of evil spirits, he is no different from us."

"Even if our master himself were to arrive, he would probably only be able to flee in panic when faced with evil spirits."

Evil spirits are strange by nature and their methods are unpredictable, making them far beyond the capabilities of ordinary martial artists.

Ultimately, martial artists below the seventh rank have absolutely no means to harm tangible but intangible evil spirits.

Only those martial artists who break through to the seventh rank and cultivate the Qi and Blood Wolf Smoke technique can truly kill evil spirits.

As for eighth- and ninth-rank martial artists, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, they can only deal with demons and monsters that have physical forms.

What they didn't know was that Fang Chang's situation was far more dangerous than they imagined...

After all, Fang Chang was not even the eighth-rank expert that the fat and thin monks had guessed.

He was merely a ninth-rank martial artist whose bones and muscles were completely broken and whose vital energy was depleted.

Now, the Five Strange Ghosts, having been stabbed, are not only unharmed, but are also thoroughly enraged.

The one-eyed evil spirit stared intently at Fang Chang, acting as the eyes of the four ghosts.

The four ghosts stepped forward together, and the eerie, cold black mist transformed into a tidal wave, surging overwhelmingly towards Fang Chang.

These black wisps are formed from the stench of plague; even a tiny bit of them can cause an incurable disease.

Fang Chang knew the power of evil spirits, so he naturally dared not be careless.

He immediately used his lightness skill to fly over the grass, retreating swiftly and narrowly avoiding the oncoming black mist.

But how could the Five Strange Ghosts let him go so easily?

They were expressionless, pressing closer step by step, instilling a great sense of fear in people!

Even the most powerful martial artists are as vulnerable as infants in swaddling clothes in the face of evil spirits.

Fang Chang did not panic at all; on the contrary, his expression remained unchanged, and he remained calm and composed.

Ordinary methods are indeed ineffective against evil spirits...

"However, I have other extraordinary methods..."

Fang Chang faced the five strange ghosts rushing towards him, and then slowly closed his eyes.

In an instant, the fragments of the general outline of the "Book of the Dead" appeared in my mind, word by word.

The soul ascends to the heavens, the spirit falls into the abyss.

The living suffer, the dead rest in peace.

There is only offense, no defense; only death, no life.

Thinking leads to doubt, and doubt leads to certain death.

Where the heart leads, all desires will be fulfilled.

Once the will to kill arises, all laws crumble.

Fang Chang possessed extraordinary skills and was naturally fearless, remaining as steady as Mount Tai even when facing evil spirits.

This half of the Book of the Dead was his greatest reliance!

The Dead Man's Scripture is no ordinary martial art; even a fragment of it can reach the blue rare quality.

It contains no methods for tempering the body or nourishing the blood and qi; it only transmits one mental technique: Kill the heavens, kill the earth, kill all living beings!

The entire book teaches people how to kill!

Martial arts in the world have always been divided into training methods, cultivation methods, and killing methods.

For martial artists, the first two are the foundation; only by combining cultivation and training can they strengthen their vital energy and ascend to higher levels of martial arts.

But the Dead Man's Manual does the opposite; it neither raises nor trains, but only uses methods of killing.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't consider it a martial art.

And that is indeed the case!

The Dead Man's Scripture is indeed not a martial art, or more precisely, it is not a martial art for those who practice advanced martial arts.

In fact, this is a martial art that cultivates the mind and spirit to kill!

In martial arts, the lower three ranks are for refining essence, the middle three ranks are for refining qi, and the upper three ranks are for refining spirit.

Martial arts involving the profound mysteries of refining the spirit have always been supreme techniques that only Grandmasters of the third rank are qualified to access; ordinary martial artists are not even qualified to hear about them.

Fang Chang had perfected this half of the Dead Man's Scripture, and had already forged a murderous heart that would kill anyone!

It was this murderous intent that allowed him to quickly integrate into the martial arts world and transform into a ruthless swordsman.

Now that he possesses a powerful weapon and his murderous intent is naturally aroused, how could he fear this mere evil spirit?