The ultimate master in the city

The woman landed lightly next to the man with the mustache, tilted her head to look at him, and waved her hand gently. Her loose hair automatically tied into a ponytail, revealing a pretty face. Then her body became much more solid, and she looked like an ordinary girl.

The man with the small mustache, oblivious to everything, shuddered, zipped up his pants, and then suddenly turned around, only to be startled, "Whoa—"

The girl blinked, chuckled, and asked, "Handsome, what are you doing?"

"You scared me to death!" The man with the mustache patted his chest, instinctively looking around. "I was... just getting some fresh air, where did you come from?"

"I live inside!" The girl pointed to the depths of the alley, hesitated for a moment, and smiled shyly.

That smile was quite captivating. The man with the mustache paused for a moment, leaned against the wall, and asked in a sleazy tone, "Little sister, why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"

The girl pouted and said, "I can't sleep alone, I'm so bored."

"Alone?" The little mustache looked around and teased, "How about... I come over to your house and keep you company?"

"Okay!" The girl nodded in agreement, then asked doubtfully, "You're not a bad person, are you? Will you...bully me?"

The man with the mustache looked at me with a very serious expression. "Do you think my brother is that kind of person?"

"Well... let's go!" The girl led the way, and the man with the small mustache followed behind like a thief.

Zhou Fengchen stood up from behind Sijiqing and thought to himself, "No way, is Little Beard that unlucky?"

I wonder how Wang Min will feel when he receives the report tomorrow and finds out that his boyfriend has died.

Should we save him? This guy is a terrible person; whether he lives or dies is none of my business.

After thinking it over, Zhou Fengchen decided to save his life and, incidentally, knock down the bamboo bar.

Turn past the car parked by the man with the small mustache, and you'll reach the alley entrance. There's a rusty iron sign with three blurry characters: "Zuoyi Alley".

Entering the alley, it was pitch black and a bit eerie. At the end, the streetlights in the distance could reach this spot. Looking around, there were three dilapidated five-story villas surrounding a courtyard. I didn't know if anyone lived inside. It was dark and quite quiet.

When they arrived, the bearded man and the girl were gone. Zhou Fengchen opened his Heavenly Eye and looked around. He sneered and walked to the foot of a building. After thinking for a moment, he didn't take the stairs. Instead, he followed the broken drainpipes and windowsills and quickly reached the fourth-floor window.

Peeking quietly through the window into the room, I saw that the lights had suddenly come on. The furniture was neatly arranged and the room was spotless, which seemed out of place with the dilapidated and desolate surroundings.

The female ghost opened the door and came in, giving a shy smile to the person outside, "Come in, brother."

The man with the little mustache peeked inside and looked around curiously before walking in with a grin.

Next, the girl poured tea, and the two sat on the sofa chatting about this and that, talking nonsense. As they talked, the little mustache's eyes started looking elsewhere, and his hands and feet began to wander.

The girl was initially quite resistant, but gradually became coy and shy. Seeing this, the little mustache became even more enthusiastic, rushed up and hugged the girl, bringing his mouth close to hers.

The little mustache's bones were half-melted. "I'm not bullying you, I'm just warming you up."

"Hehehe..." The girl chuckled sweetly, but her face, hidden behind the mustache, was icy cold. She pushed him away, covered her face, and ran back to the bedroom, yelling, "Ugh!"

With a smug look on his face, the little mustache quickly stripped himself naked, shouted "I'm here!", and ran into the bedroom.

Zhou Fengchen cursed under his breath for being a show-off, silently counting: "Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one, ah!"

"what!"

Sure enough! A pitiful scream came from the bedroom: "Help! Help! There's a ghost!"

Then came a sinister laugh: "Hehehehe... Die!"

Zhou Fengchen moved to the bedroom window, squatted on the windowsill and looked inside. At this moment, Little Beard was lying on the bed with a look of terror on his face, unable to move at all. Above him, a white-clothed woman with blood flowing from her seven orifices stretched out her sharp brown claws and slowly pressed down.

"Shh..." Zhou Fengchen opened the glass window and whistled.

The female ghost suddenly raised her head, swiftly stood beside the bed, and looked over with a sinister gaze.

The man with the small mustache also looked up, and when he saw it was Zhou Fengchen, he was first surprised, then puzzled, and finally cried out in delight, "Brother Zhou, save me!"

Zhou Fengchen ignored him and looked at the female ghost instead.

The female ghost scrutinized Zhou Fengchen from head to toe, then asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Guess!" Zhou Fengchen stretched out his hand, and a talisman spun around.

The female ghost's eyes widened suddenly, and she turned and ran away.

"You beast! Where do you think you're going!" Zhou Fengchen jumped through the window, leaped over the bed, and followed him out the door.

The hall was quiet, except for a jar on a long table in the central hall that shook gently twice.

Zhou Fengchen walked over and stared at the urn. He found that it was an urn containing ashes, and next to it was a family photo. The photo showed a middle-aged couple and a girl. The three of them were smiling happily. Judging from the girl's appearance, she was the female ghost in the urn.

"What a terrible thing to do!" Zhou Fengchen cursed under his breath, sticking the talisman in his hand to the mouth of the jar. A faint voice pleading for mercy could be heard from inside, "Daoist Master, spare my life!"

Zhou Fengchen looked himself up and down. "How did you know I'm a Taoist priest?"

Before the female ghost could answer, the man with the small mustache regained his mobility, staggered out of the bedroom, hurriedly put on his clothes, approached, and cautiously asked, "Brother Zhou, that thing...where...where did it go?"

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Zhou Fengchen smiled and snapped his fingers.

hum!

The lights went out, and the entire room suddenly changed. The streetlights in the distance faintly shone here, and you could see that the room was covered with cobwebs and dust, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

The little mustache screamed in fright and fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhou Fengchen then pointed to the urn, "She's here. What? You're looking for her?"

"No, no, no!" The man with the small mustache shook his head like a rattle drum, looked around, swallowed hard, and his face turned pale. "Brother Zhou, you...you're a geomancer, aren't you?"

"Whether it's her or not is none of your business!" Zhou Fengchen beckoned to him. "Come on, let's have another round. I think this female ghost is utterly bland and tasteless. Only someone with no taste would come with her. What do you think?"

"I...I...I don't think so at all."

The man with the mustache broke out in a cold sweat from fear. "She...she...what should I do?"

In his mind, encountering such a thing would be certain death, and getting entangled with it would be even more terrifying.

"You want to know what to do?" Zhou Fengchen sneered, cursing, "Little mustache! I originally had no prejudice against you, and even if we argued a bit, I didn't think you were that bad. But now I think you're a fucking bastard. Do you know why you ran into this thing? It's because you're so wicked!"

"I...I...I..." The man with the mustache stammered, "Aren't all men like this?"

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you!" Zhou Fengchen picked up the urn, intentionally trying to scare him: "My magic power is limited; I can only seal her for half an hour. After half an hour, I'll have to run away, and from then on, she'll keep haunting you until she kills you!"

The man with the mustache was on the verge of tears. "Brother Zhou, you have to think of something! I was so stupid! I'm such an idiot! But I don't want to die!"

"There is a way..." Zhou Fengchen pretended to think, "but it costs money!"

The man with the small mustache immediately said, "How much do you want? I'll give you!"

"How much do you have now?" Zhou Fengchen asked.

The man with the small mustache reached into his pocket and said, "I have three thousand on me, and ten thousand in the car."

"That's about enough!" Zhou Fengchen said seriously. "Give me all the money, and I'll find a way to send her to the underworld."

"Okay, okay!" Little Mustache nodded and got up.

As the two were talking, the door suddenly creaked open, and an old woman with a hunched back and trembling feet entered. She was carrying a kerosene lamp, which made her old face look particularly sinister.

I like the novel "The Strongest Master in the City".