The ultimate master in the city

Judging from their silhouettes, the two people who hanged themselves were the Goddess of the Spirits and her husband.

Zhou Fengchen was a little confused. He made a handprint and subconsciously glanced around the room. There were no ghosts around, and Monk Yuanzhi, Ge Jiaying, and the little girl were not there either.

His gaze returned to the couple hanging there, and he remembered he needed to save them. He rushed into the room and lowered them down. He checked their chests and thankfully, they weren't dead! But they were in bad shape; they both had deep marks on their necks, their tongues were sticking out, and they were exhaling more than inhaling.

He fumbled to turn on the light, remembered a pitiful way to save lives, pressed on the couple's chests and performed a "cardiac resuscitation", then used the inverted hanging technique he practiced in martial arts to help them regain their breath.

After a chaotic mess, they finally managed to save the couple. A while later, Granny Mi woke up first, looking around blankly, her mental state very off.

Zhou Fengchen quickly asked, "Third Aunt, are you alright?"

The old woman stared at him, her pupils slowly contracting. Suddenly, she cried out, as if trying to say something, but her voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak.

After drinking water, Granny was finally able to utter a few indistinct words: "Third... Aunt..."

"Third Miss?" Zhou Fengchen was taken aback. "What, Third Miss? Is your daughter called Third Miss?"

Granny Wen shook her head and said with difficulty, "No...it was the third...girl...who wanted to kill...me and...her...father..."

Zhou Fengchen was even more confused. "Let's not talk about the Third Miss for now. Do you know where my friend, Ge Jiaying, and your daughter went?"

The sorceress's face changed drastically. "My daughter...sacrificed...her body...as a sorceress...and captured Xiaoying...your...friends went after her..."

Zhou Fengchen patted his forehead, pondered for a moment, but his mind was still a mess. The only thing he was sure of now was that, besides the ghost on Granny Mi's daughter, there was also a mysterious "Third Sister" who came from nowhere.

What a run of bad luck! I was only delayed for less than an hour, and this has happened. To make matters worse, I've been attacked by these filthy things. Monk Yuanzhi doesn't have a single magical artifact on him, so he's probably in big trouble.

He carried the fortune teller and his wife to the bed, pasted several talismans around the bed, then turned around and used the monk Yuanzhi's birth date and time to fold a "tracking talisman" on the spot, made hand seals and chanted: "Hurry!"

The tracking talisman headed straight for the door, circled around, and instead of going through the main entrance, it ran towards the back of the house.

Zhou Fengchen drew his goose-wing blade and followed.

Behind the house was a dilapidated machine factory, with random parts scattered everywhere. The "tracking talisman" did not stop, but bypassed the factory and flew crookedly towards the northwest corner.

After leaving the factory, there was only a patch of overgrown weeds ahead. After chasing for about half an hour, the "tracking talisman" fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a solitary house appeared ahead. It looked like a small temple, but it was very dilapidated. Strangely, the lights were still on inside, and faint noises could be heard coming from it.

Zhou Fengchen picked up the paper talisman and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked around, feeling puzzled. What kind of place was this? Why were there people inside?

He quietly approached the small temple, and when he reached the door, he looked up and saw five large carved characters on the decaying threshold: Chen San Guniang Temple.

The noise got even louder inside; it sounded like they were gambling.

Miss Chen the Third... Miss Chen?

Zhou Fengchen sneered and looked into the temple. Inside, there was a small table with three men around it. One of the men placed a pebble on the table, then took out three black tubes. He used one tube to hold the pebble in place, then quickly moved the three tubes around before stopping. "Come on, guess! Thirty yuan a time, one hundred yuan for a correct guess."

The other two men held a wad of money, hesitatingly looking at this and that, and each placed a bet.

The dealer opened the two selected tubes, and they were completely empty.

The other two men cried out, "Ouch!" and shouted, "Again!"

Zhou Fengchen tiptoed over, glanced down, and waited for the dealer to reposition the three tiles. After the other two men made their selections, he took out a hundred yuan, placed his last bet, and asked, "I'm betting on this one. How much will I pay if I guess right?"

The three men were taken aback. The dealer said in a low voice, "How about... two hundred?"

"Okay! Let's begin!" Zhou Fengchen nodded.

The dealer took a deep breath and opened the tiles one by one. As expected, the other two dealers had guessed wrong. When it was Zhou Fengchen's turn, the dealer smiled awkwardly, didn't open the tile, and took out two hundred yuan to hand over, "You won."

"Interesting." Zhou Fengchen took the money, slung it over his shoulder, and with a gentle shake, the two bright red banknotes turned into two ghost money notes, with a somewhat eerie colorful image of the Jade Emperor on them.

"Come on, come on!" said the dealer. "Keep guessing!"

As usual, Zhou Fengchen and the other two men guessed first before guessing the last one.

Sure enough, I guessed right again and won two more ghost money bills.

……

The dealer seemed a bit stubborn, never revealing the last tile, and Zhou Fengchen won every time. Before long, he had almost run out of ghost money in his hand.

Finally, the man who ran the stall got impatient and said to Zhou Fengchen, "No, you guess first this time!"

Zhou Fengchen coughed, pulled out 20,000 yuan, and slammed it on the table. "This time I'll guess by myself. If I guess wrong, you can take it all! But if I guess right..."

The dealer gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! You guessed right, I'll give you my life!"

Zhou Fengchen chuckled, "I love risking my life!"

The dealer's body trembled. He placed the stones, frantically moved the three tubes, and finally stopped, wiping away cold sweat. "Guess...guess..."

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"This..." Zhou Fengchen pointed to one of them, and the farmer's eyes lit up, but Zhou Fengchen said, "It's empty."

He opened it, and sure enough, it was empty.

Pointing to another one, "This one... is also empty..."

Upon opening it, it was indeed empty.

There was only one left, and Zhou Fengchen chuckled.

The farmer's face changed drastically. "You...you...how did you know?"

Zhou Fengchen opened the last one, which was also empty. He couldn't help but sneer, "Are you out of your mind? You cheat every time, can't you even be a little more flexible? Did you die suddenly at the card table?"

Upon hearing this, the three men's faces immediately darkened.

The small temple was unusually quiet for a moment, the kerosene lamp flickered, its light turning on and off, and the air became cool.

"What?" Zhou Fengchen chuckled. "Trying to scare me?"

"Hoo-ha—" Zhuangjia's man yelled and lunged forward, baring his teeth. The other two men, also covered in blood, reached out with their sharp claws.

Zhou Fengchen quickly pulled out two talismans, formed hand seals, and threw them at the two men. "Hurry!"

On the other side, he drew his knife and slashed the farmer's neck.

puff!

"what!"

"what!"

The farmer's head was severed from his body; he fell to the ground and vanished in an instant.

The other two men screamed and fell to the ground, their bodies emitting plumes of blue smoke, before disappearing in an instant.

bang bang bang...

Suddenly, three sounds came from the temple wall.

Zhou Fengchen turned around and saw that there was a statue of a woman enshrined at the very back. She had her hair up, a jade-like face, and a red cloak, just like a female leader of an ancient uprising.

Below the statue of the god were three stone doll statues, but the heads of all three doll statues had fallen to the ground.

"Waaaaah..."

Suddenly, a mournful cry came from outside the temple.

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