The ultimate master in the city

The crying was extremely shrill, with a hint of sinister laughter, both unpleasant to hear and chilling.

Zhou Fengchen took a deep breath, raised his goose-wing blade and slashed his palm, staining the entire blade with his blood essence. Then he sat on the table behind him and looked out the door.

Before long, the crying reached the temple gate, and a woman with long hair, a pale face, and a small mouth appeared in the gusts of cold wind. She was wearing a red cloak and looked similar to the statue behind her.

The woman entered the room, stopped at the doorway, and shrieked, "You wicked woman, why did you kill my three children?"

Children? Zhou Fengchen turned his head and looked. If it weren't for the three stone doll statues, it would be hard to associate the three men with the word "children".

"Then why did you kill Granny Wenmi and her husband?" Zhou Fengchen asked in return.

The woman chuckled maliciously and said, "I gave her her skills. She's made a lot of money over the years, but hasn't given me much in sacrifices. Damn it!"

"Then... if the old woman is dead, who will offer sacrifices for you?" Zhou Fengchen thought of the old woman's daughter who was possessed by a vengeful ghost, and suspected that she, Monk Yuanzhi, and Ge Jiaying were all in the temple, but he didn't know where they were.

"Of course there are people, hehe..." the woman chuckled and pointed at the statue.

Zhou Fengchen subconsciously turned around and saw the air in front of him ripple. Suddenly, a scene appeared: the old woman's daughter was kneeling in front of the statue of a deity, praying devoutly: "I, Jiang Lili, am willing to serve Miss Chen San as my master. I will offer myself as a sacrifice, never to lose my virginity, never to fall in love, and never to marry. Please, Miss Chen San, protect me..."

Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, unlike what a teenage girl could produce; it was clearly... that ghost.

Not far from her, Monk Yuanzhi and Ge Jiaying were hanging from the roof beam with nooses around their necks, their legs kicking incessantly, their faces turning purple from the effort.

"Are you, the Third Miss Chen, or the Third Monster Chen?"

Zhou Fengchen cursed and was about to rush forward to save Monk Yuanzhi and the other man when he suddenly heard a cold breath beside him. Miss Chen San had appeared behind him at some point and said in a sharp voice, "Young man, your yang energy is incredibly abundant, why don't you... let me eat you!"

"Eat your grandpa!" Zhou Fengchen flipped over, ready to slash with his knife, but just as he was about to move, his neck was suddenly wrapped by a sticky, long tongue, which quickly tightened its grip, raised its head, and stabbed at him rapidly.

Zhou Fengchen quickly pressed the tongue imprint on his neck three times, shouting, "Breaking the Evil Seal, quick!"

Whoosh!

The tongue retracted even faster, leaving a sticky trail of saliva on its neck.

Zhou Fengchen immediately pushed off with his feet, flipped to the side, and swung his knife in a backhand motion.

To her surprise, the strike missed its mark. Looking up, she saw a monster three meters away. It still had Chen San's head, but its body was a skeleton with five or six skeletal feet and four or five skeletal hands. It was a messy, bizarre, and terrifying creature, and it was making strange, gurgling noises.

Zhou Fengchen glanced back and saw that Monk Yuanzhi and Ge Jiaying were near death. Without holding back, he pulled out twelve talismans, formed a hand seal with his left hand, and shouted in a low voice, "Xuan Shisan! Twelve Star Talismans attack! Urgent!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The twelve talismans quickly surrounded and struck Chen San Guniang.

The third young lady of the Chen family shook her tongue, which had been poked so hard, and became furious. She waved her arms and legs wildly, yelling, "Little Taoist priest, you're no good!"

She wasn't just blindly confident. Every time she hit the skeleton's limbs, a talisman would fall off. Soon, all twelve talismans were gone, and the skeleton's limbs, which had only shortened by half, quickly grew back to their original size.

"Hahaha, I told you you wouldn't do it, you have to let me eat today!" Miss Chen tilted her head and swayed her body, exuding smugness.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Zhou Fengchen formed hand seals, his body trembled, and he quickly split into twelve figures. The twelve figures surrounded Chen San Guniang from all sides, each holding a goose-wing blade. They leaped up and slashed down with their blades.

Miss Chen was visibly startled, her expression filled with fear. "What the hell is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all twelve blades came down. There was a cracking sound, and the skeleton shattered on the ground. Only the head remained. It let out a strange cry and flew forward, smashing through the glass-like air. In a flash, it was on top of the statue's head and then disappeared.

The twelve Zhou Fengchens merged together, carrying their swords, and walked towards the "air mirror." They activated their Heavenly Eyes, uttering a low shout, "Heavenly Eye, break through the illusion! Open!"

"Ping-ling—"

As if glass had shattered, the light before her eyes froze, the "air mirror" vanished, and the "little girl" kneeling before the statue turned around in terror.

Zhou Fengchen sprang up and chopped off the nooses around the necks of Monk Yuanzhi and Ge Jiaying with a single stroke. Then, with a flick of his blade, he pressed the tip of his knife against the "little girl's" neck. The whole sequence of movements was clean and efficient.

The "little girl" first stared wide-eyed in terror, then gave a sinister smile, patted her cheeks, and said, "Go ahead and kill her! Kill her, you stinking Taoist priest!"

Zhou Fengchen frowned, truly helpless. This ghost was entangled with the soul of the Questioning Goddess's daughter; if they were to die, they would die together.

Just then, a violent coughing sound came from behind.

"Is it alright?" Zhou Fengchen asked.

"Cough cough..." Monk Yuanzhi coughed heavily twice more before cursing, "I...can't die! Damn it...so this is what hanging feels like. Even if I'm so poor I have to collect scraps, I'll never hang myself again."

"How's Ge Jiaying doing?" Zhou Fengchen asked again.

"She's alright. She was hung up later than me, but she fainted from fright." Monk Yuanzhi walked over, clutching his neck, and pointed at the girl, cursing, "That little wench is really ruthless! She took over someone else's body and found an old witch to back her up! She even dragged me and Xiao Ge into this. If you hadn't come in time, we'd be graves covered in weeds by next year."

"Stop talking nonsense," Zhou Fengchen said. "Is there any way to force her out?"

Monk Yuanzhi shook his head. "What can I do? Isn't this the same as the one on my cousin Ge Jiaying? Maybe... I should have her put on makeup again?"

Zhou Fengchen smiled wryly and said, "Nonsense! This one is even more ruthless than the last. Look at her! Does she even bother with makeup?"

The "little girl" grinned, her face full of cunning and slyness, giving off a shameless vibe that seemed to say, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

Monk Yuanzhi raised his hand, "Ouch! I'll beat you to death, you believe me?"

"Go ahead and fight?"

The little girl patted her cheeks, "Anyway, it's not me who's in pain."

This won't do. Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment and said, "Yuanzhi, you chant the sutra, I'll try."

"Alright!" Monk Yuanzhi immediately clasped his hands together and began chanting Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures: "Om, Ah, Hum, Vajra, Ra, Vama, Ser, De, Hum..."

The "little girl" looked disdainful after reading just one word, but her expression changed when she read two or three words, and she ended up clutching her head and screaming in pain.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhou Fengchen sheathed his knife, formed hand seals, and struck her forehead with a swift motion: "Dislike Technique, quick!"

Snapped!

Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind the little girl; it was a woman in her thirties wearing high-heeled leather shoes and with disheveled hair.

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