The ultimate master in the city

A light rain was falling, and the surroundings were pitch black and quiet, except for the house where the light was on and an old man was weeping inside.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi squatted in the dark corner, looking at each other in bewilderment. Monk Yuanzhi asked in a low voice, "What does this mean? Why is someone crying in there?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head and lowered his voice, saying, "I don't know, let's wait and see. He can't possibly cry all night!"

The old man cried for a while longer, then suddenly shouted, "Brother, what are you doing? Your own nephew is dead! He was bitten to death by a woman, and it looks to me like he was deliberately killed! The Yang family line is over!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchen immediately thought of Yang Fan, whose father, the old man's brother, was crying.

The old man's gloomy voice quickly came from inside, "So what if he's dead? Wasn't it all for your business? Anyway, you're not even fifty yet, you can still have children. Find a bunch of young girls and have a whole litter of them!"

"For my business?" Yang Fan's father roared, "For my business my ass! A business can be started again, but can a dead son come back to life? Yang Fan has become such a dog, and now he's been killed, all because of your upbringing! Have a child? Go have one yourself!"

"Snapped!"

Then came the creaking sound of the door.

Soon a middle-aged man with a staggering figure came out. As soon as Zhou Fengchen saw him, he immediately gave Monk Yuanzhi a wink.

Once the middle-aged man was a little further away from the house and in a secluded spot, the two men rushed out, one covering his mouth and the other holding a knife to his neck.

The middle-aged man remained calm, made two soft "woof" sounds, and waved his hand, meaning there was no need to let go.

Monk Yuanzhi released his grip, and Zhou Fengchen asked in a deep voice, "The old man and Miss Chen are both inside, aren't they?"

The middle-aged man sized them up and down, then asked, "Monks and Taoists? My brother is injured, and my great-grandmother's monster is down to just its head. You did it, didn't you?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "That's right!"

Monk Yuanzhi sneered, "What's wrong? Trying to tip someone off?"

The middle-aged man scoffed, "Tip them in? I'd rather they were dead right now."

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance and said, "What a coincidence! We also wish they were dead immediately!"

The middle-aged man glanced back at the house, sighed, and said, "Forget it, you should just run. You can't kill him, and even if you did, you'd all die!"

Zhou Fengchen was a little confused. "What do you mean? You have that much confidence in them?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Over the years, there have probably been dozens of Taoist priests and monks who wanted to kill my brother, but just when they were about to kill him, they either died on their own or ran away in fear. Do you know why?"

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi hurriedly asked, "Why?"

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said, "My brother died ten years ago. This person isn't my brother!"

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi were both confused and quite horrified, asking, "What kind of explanation is this? If your brother isn't your brother, then who is he?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "There's a worm in his stomach, and that worm is controlling his corpse. This worm has magic powers, and it can't be killed. If you kill it, the ancestor will come out, and almost no one can kill the ancestor!"

Insects? Corpse coffin? What exactly is our ancestor?

Just as Zhou Fengchen was about to ask, the middle-aged man became impatient and said, "My son just died, and I'm not in the mood to talk right now. If you're not afraid of being killed by the ancestor and really want to kill them, fine, I've tolerated them for a long time. I'll tell you a method, and you can try it."

Zhou Fengchen perked up. "Go on!"

The middle-aged man said, "My great-grandmother has always pretended to be a deity to collect offerings, but she's actually an old witch. A while ago, some powerful person smashed the temple and statues, so she went home. Her head is afraid of vinegar; she'll run far away from it. My brother's stomach is full of worms that are afraid of salt, so he never adds salt to his food. Every day, just before dawn, at exactly 5 a.m., they eat people, and they're barely conscious by then. Right now, the two girls we hired at great expense in the city are sleeping upstairs, about to be eaten. You two go buy vinegar and salt, and then rush in. My brother is in the wardrobe in the left-hand room on the first floor, and my great-grandmother is in the Buddhist room on the second floor."

Before Zhou Fengchen and the other person could react, they got into the car, started the engine, and drove off in a hurry.

Monk Yuanzhi scratched his head. "I'm a little confused. What is this ancestor he's talking about? And what about a whole bunch of monsters?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "I don't know what this ancestor is, but... I killed that man's son just now. Do you think his words are believable? Could he be implying that I killed his son and is deliberately setting us up?"

"Did you kill his son?" Monk Yuanzhi glanced at Zhou Fengchen and said, "He probably wouldn't guess. If he saw you after killing his son, wouldn't he strangle you? Besides, the story about being afraid of salt and vinegar doesn't sound like it was made up; it doesn't make any sense."

Zhou Fengchen asked, "So... we'll just do it like this?"

Monk Yuanzhi hesitated for a moment: "But what about that so-called ancestor? We failed to kill so many monks and Taoists, what about us..."

Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth, "We're different from those people. Those people came to kill us willingly, but these people want to kill us. Who cares about their ancestors? Just kill them first!"

Monk Yuanzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do it!"

After discussing it for a while, Monk Yuanzhi went back to the rented room to get white vinegar and salt, while Zhou Fengchen stayed behind to keep watch and prevent them from running away.

An hour later, Monk Yuanzhi returned with a bottle of vinegar and a bag of salt, and told them that the landlady had been sent home and that Chu Xiaoling and her son had gone to school because of their injuries.

Zhou Fengchen nodded to indicate that he understood. Looking around the room, he pondered for a moment. Killing Miss Chen and the old man would definitely have to be done simultaneously. He took the vinegar bottle and whispered, "I'll deal with Miss Chen, and you deal with the old man. Didn't that person just say that there's a worm in the old man's stomach? I suspect it's a spirit-like corpse that will definitely come out when it eats people. Sprinkle all the salt on that worm."

Monk Yuanzhi nodded. "I understand! Don't worry, I'm a master after all!"

As the two were talking, the faint laughter of two girls could be heard from inside the building. After a while, the laughter turned into a painful wail, and then there was no sound.

Zhou Fengchen gave a signal, "Go!"

The two grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the gate, only to find it locked from the inside. They were immediately dumbfounded. They circled half the house and found a spiral staircase on the side. Monk Yuanzhi climbed up by stepping on Zhou Fengchen's shoulders, and Zhou Fengchen jumped up after him.

Fortunately, going down the stairs leads directly to the lobby on the first floor.

It was almost dawn, and the lights in the hall had been turned off at some point, leaving a dim, hazy glow. Zhou Fengchen, remembering Yang Fan's father's words, pointed to the room on the left, signaling Monk Yuanzhi to go in and be careful, before going up the stairs to the second floor.

There were many rooms on the second floor. Zhou Fengchen didn't know which one it was, so he opened them one by one. When he opened the innermost one, a pink light shone out, and he felt a chill run down his spine when he looked inside.

In the innermost part of the room stood a half-person-tall gilded Buddha statue. In front of the statue was a head with disheveled hair, which belonged to Chen San Guniang. Opposite her sat a scantily clad girl. At this moment, Chen San Guniang stuck out a long tongue and inserted it into the girl's mouth. The girl's skin slowly withered, her hair slowly turned dry, and she gradually grew older and older, almost like a middle-aged woman. It seemed that she would not live any longer.

Zhou Fengchen cursed under his breath, quietly walked up to Miss Chen, opened the vinegar bottle, and poured it all over her.

Chen San Guniang's head snapped open, her eyes widening, and she retracted her tongue, staring at Zhou Fengchen in terrified screams, "Brother Shi won't let you get away with this! He won't let you get away with this!"

As he spoke, a head, hair, skin, flesh, and bones, emitted a pungent white smoke and quickly turned into a pool of thick blood, which dripped down the table.

Zhou Fengchen was stunned. This amazing Third Miss Chen was actually killed by a bottle of vinegar. Who could he complain to?

At that moment, the girl opposite also fell to the ground with a "thud," twitched twice, and then went still.

Just as Zhou Fengchen was about to check if the girl was still breathing, a "thump" suddenly came from downstairs, followed by whimpering cries.

He knew in his heart that Yuan Zhi had probably messed things up. He quickly ran downstairs, kicked open the door to the room on the left, and looked inside. He almost threw up.

Inside, the wardrobe was open, and the old man was holding a girl with dark skin tightly, motionless. Both of them had their mouths open, and a reddish-yellow sticky liquid kept flowing from their mouths.

On the floor was a person-sized, yellowish-brown, yellowish-brown thing covered with countless red dots, wriggling and oozing thick water stains.

There was a half-bag of salt next to the silkworm pupae, but Monk Yuanzhi was nowhere to be seen!

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