The ultimate master in the city

The snow-covered ground outside the window was empty; Zhang Feng's soul was gone.

He was just a living soul, waiting for me to save him. Why didn't he stay put? Where did he go?

Zhou Fengchen scanned his surroundings and was shocked to find Zhang Feng's soul slowly retreating along the snow-covered ground at the corner of the wall in the distance, as if it were drifting.

"Wait a minute." He turned back to look at Xie Yun, then walked towards Zhang Feng with a surprised expression.

However, before they even got close, Zhang Feng shouted, "Duke Zhou, save me! Daoist Zhuzheng is a ghost too!"

"Master Zhuzheng is also a ghost? What does that mean?" Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment. Upon closer inspection, he saw a tongue wrapped around Zhang Feng's soul. Looking behind him, he saw another person standing in the shadows by the wall, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a pale face, and a long tongue wrapped around Zhang Feng's soul.

Is this Master Zhuzheng? He does look like a dead man, but... he didn't go on a pilgrimage, he just passed away?

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment and understood. What a coincidence that both Abbess Qingyang and Daoist Zhuzheng died after stopping Zhang Feng from building the house? It turned out they were both killed by that Tang Dynasty man. He wondered what had happened between them.

He drew his ancient Qing Dynasty sword, about to charge forward, when Zhang Feng suddenly shouted, "Watch out behind you! She's not Xie Yun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whooshing sound came from behind him. Zhou Fengchen's heart tightened, and he dodged away.

Snapped!

Just as they moved aside, the spot where they had been standing was lashed out by something like a whip, leaving a deep mark on the snow.

Turning around, Xie Yun's appearance had changed. Veins bulged on her forehead, her hands and legs were thin and long, and a black and white tail had appeared behind her. Her eyes were purple, and her lips were blue, making her look like a praying mantis. Then, with a "slurp," she retracted her outstretched tongue and said with a shrill, eerie laugh, "Oh dear! Trying to cause trouble for the King? You're still a bit too green!"

At this moment, the "Master Zhuzheng" opposite him also chuckled strangely, and with a suck, he swallowed Zhang Feng's soul.

Zhang Feng was terrified and cried out for help, "Help me!"

"Damn it..." Zhou Fengchen didn't know how to describe his feelings. He thought he was just going out to find a woman, but who would have thought this would happen?

With a light step, he arrived beside "Master Zhuzheng" as fast as lightning and swung his knife to strike.

puff!

A head was cleanly and neatly severed, rolled around on the snow, but strangely, no blood came out of the skull, and the head was unaffected. It grinned and swallowed Zhang Feng's soul in one gulp, chewing it with crunching sounds.

"ah--"

Zhang Feng screamed desperately, then his screams abruptly stopped.

The events unfolded too bizarrely, completely beyond Zhou Fengchen's expectations. He was furious; he had come to save people, but what was the point of saving them now? He was almost instantly beside the head and stomped down hard.

Haw!

The skull shattered underfoot, but suddenly a wisp of black energy shot out from it, flashing into the headless body beside it. A fox's head emerged from the skull, shrilly, saying, "This little devil doesn't know what's good for him! The King spared him to be a fish, yet he's trying to find a powerful figure to subdue the King! He deserves to die!"

"That's right!"

"Xie Yun" behind him climbed onto the wall of the adjacent room, his head spinning 316 degrees in an indescribably eerie way. "Young man, how are you going to play this? Hehehe..."

"Damn it!" Zhou Fengchen cursed, his figure flashed, he jumped up from the wall, and arrived next to "Xie Yun", then swung his knife to strike.

Xie Yun was incredibly agile. He gripped the wall with both feet, twisted his body to the side, and used his two sharp claws together to block the blade. His large tail swished down with a "whoosh."

Ding!

Two sharp claws blocked the blade, and the large tail was just about to lash Zhou Fengchen's waist.

By this time, the move had become too old, so Zhou Fengchen took the opportunity to roll to the side to dodge the tail and land on the ground.

"Snapped!"

With a loud thud from its tail, "Xie Yun" sprang to the snow a short distance away, its long tongue lolling out, its body swaying as if it were eager to try something.

At this moment, "Master Zhuzheng," who had sprouted a fox's head, appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye, opened his dark mouth, and "whoosh" exhaled a breath of black gas.

"Illusory energy has no effect on me!" Zhou Fengchen sneered and kicked out.

boom!

The fox-headed creature looked terrified as it was kicked seven or eight meters away, splashing up a cloud of snow.

Zhou Fengchen seized the opportunity to rush forward and swung his sword down on the head.

Just then, the sound of wind breaking came from behind, and "Xie Yun" had arrived again.

Zhou Fengchen realized that the fox-headed fox was only so-so, while Xie Yun was a tough opponent. So he simply abandoned the fox-headed fox, turned his body, and slashed at Xie Yun with his backhand.

The true form of "Xie Yun" was unknown. It blocked one of the swords, dodged to the side, and pounced again.

She was agile and strong, showing no fear of Zhou Fengchen. She leaped and bounded onto the roof tiles, scattering tiles and bricks as she swung her claws.

Zhou Fengchen followed her, jumping and bouncing around, becoming more and more frustrated. In the snowy weather, he couldn't even use a talisman. As a Taoist who relied on fist and foot techniques, he was in trouble against this kind of thing. The most important thing was that he had to spend most of his energy guarding against that Tang Dynasty person.

At this moment, he deliberately created an opening and staggered backward.

Upon seeing this, Xie Yun leaped forward and swung his claws to grab Zhou Fengchen, but his expression changed drastically the moment he reached him. Zhou Fengchen vanished in the blink of an eye! A mocking laugh came from behind, "The Demon-Slaying Blade!"

puff!

"ah--"

Xie Yun had a large gash cut open on his back, and with a scream, his strange body fell to the ground with a thud. He straightened up for a moment, then lay still, his steaming blood instantly staining the snow red.

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"Chirp chirp..."

Not far away, the fox-headed creature, unable to get involved, let out a terrified scream, slithered out of Master Zhuzheng's body, and turned to flee.

"Still trying to escape?" Zhou Fengchen stepped forward and hurled his sword.

hum-

boom--

The knife tip struck the fox squarely in the belly, cleanly and swiftly pinning it to the ground. The fox twitched a few times but then remained still.

The snow was still falling, and the mahjong parlor behind us had closed sometime earlier. The whole town was deathly quiet.

The bizarre body with "Xie Yun's" head, along with the fox corpse and the corpse of Daoist Zhuzheng, lay haphazardly on the street, appearing somewhat jarring.

Zhou Fengchen exhaled hot air, looked around, pulled out his knife, threw it into the ditch next to him, and turned to run back to the rented courtyard. It seemed he had gone a bit too far. The Tang Dynasty man hadn't shown up, so... something must have happened in the courtyard. He hoped Monk Yuanzhi could hold them off.

Soon they arrived at the courtyard. The gate was closed, and the inside was quiet and pitch black.

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought!"

With a creak, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and a voice instinctively called out, "Yuanzhi."

No one answered from inside, but a strange fragrance wafted out.

Zhou Fengchen cautiously walked to the door, made a handprint, and was about to look inside when candles suddenly lit up inside.

Where he, Yuanzhi, and the proprietress had been eating hot pot, now sat the possessed "Zhang Feng." The proprietress and Monk Yuanzhi had their mouths taped shut and their hands tied with ropes, hanging upside down from the roof beam. Chu Xiaoling and her son stood trembling in the corner, not daring to move.

At that moment, "Zhang Feng" was eating hot pot, and the pot was filled with the soulless carp, which was the source of the aroma.

He ate slowly and elegantly, picking up a piece of food, blowing on it twice before putting it in his mouth, and then chewing it gently, as if savoring the taste. After eating two bites, he looked at Zhou Fengchen, wiped his hands with a tissue, and said, "Is it worth all this trouble? If you want to subdue me, just come to my door. Why bother finding some woman to seduce me? To me, ordinary women are nothing but dirt dogs and excrement."

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