The ultimate master in the city

whoosh-

The curved broadsword slashed down, and the "swamp forbidden woman's" face changed drastically. She screamed wildly and twisted around, splattering foul-smelling liquid everywhere.

Those watching from afar were dumbfounded.

"Uh! A big knife..."

"Where did that young man get this? It's such a big piece, and I didn't see him carrying it with him!"

"If they can pull that out on a baby, what's a big knife!"

"He's not human!"

"If it's not human, then what is it?"

"I suspect he might be a local deity. My grandfather told me when I was little that there's a mountain god here!"

"Mountain God?" Everyone was stunned. Even Aruhanzi and the Zhang family head stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

……

puff!

"Ugh—"

The frantically screaming "swamp womb" was sliced ​​in half at the waist by the curved broadsword, and its writhing stopped abruptly.

The curved blade didn't stop; it slashed down again vertically before finally disappearing.

"Clatter!"

The "swamp forbidden woman" suddenly collapsed, creating a crater. Her dense hair instantly rotted, and her "thick phlegm" dried up, turning into a black mound of earth.

The group of "children" surrounded by Xiaobao also instantly collapsed to the ground, becoming shriveled and looking like a pile of rotten tree stumps.

"They're gone! Dad, they're dead!" Xiao Bao turned his head blankly.

"Okay." Zhou Fengchen got up, patted the snow foam off his bottom, and felt a headache coming on.

Among the thirty-six mystical arts taught by my father are ten forbidden Taoist spells. These forbidden spells are the highest level of Taoist magic, and they are also forbidden techniques that cannot be used casually. They put a great strain on the body, and the bodies of ordinary people absolutely cannot withstand them.

Zhou Fengchen took Xiao Bao, walked to the edge of the pit, looked down, shook his head, kicked the coffin next to him into the pit, collected the Five Emperor Coins from the Zhang family ancestor, then pinched out a talisman with two fingers, tossed it casually, and shouted, "Wood generates fire, hurry!"

boom!

The entire crater burst into flames!

He then breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the crowd in the distance.

The crowd stared in astonishment.

They saw him kill the terrible monster with his own hands, saw him unharmed, saw him light a fire, and saw him walk straight with his hands behind his back and the firelight behind him.

The key point is that this person is so young, which perfectly fits the image of hero worship!

The elderly were filled with awe, the young men with admiration, and the young women, who hadn't seen much of the world, were filled with envy.

Zhou Fengchen, completely unaware of what these mountain people were thinking, scanned the timid crowd and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Where are Mo Wei and A-Kui, those two grandsons?"

The crowd exchanged glances, and the Zhang family patriarch, steeling himself, stepped forward and said, "They ran away!"

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know, it was gone in the blink of an eye!"

"Do you know where that corpse-driving master lives?" Zhou Fengchen asked.

The head of the Zhang family said, "I know. It's in Hongxu Village, about 20 li west of here. It's the seventh house from the east."

"Okay!" Zhou Fengchen nodded, then looked at Aruhanzi, "Give it to me."

"Uh!" Aruhanzi responded, then looked down at his hands and was stunned.

Zhou Fengchen sensed something was wrong. "Did you lose it?"

"No!" Aruhanzi's face turned pale, and he stammered, "I...I remember now, when we were running away, it was...it was taken away by Master Mo Wei!"

"Why did this evil Taoist steal my bag?" Zhou Fengchen was furious. The bag contained many odds and ends: money, a brand-new Taoist robe, some magical artifacts, cinnabar, a writing brush, yellow paper talismans, and most importantly, his father's ancestral suona was still inside. This thing absolutely could not be lost.

Arukhan kept looking up, "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

"Damn it!" Zhou Fengchen cursed, closed his eyes, made a handprint to feel the suona inside the bag, pointed it due north, opened his eyes and instructed, "Fill up that pit, and the village will be peaceful from now on!"

He turned and left.

……

Heading north from the village, there is a rugged mountain path. After walking for a short while, large snowflakes finally began to fall.

Zhou Fengchen, soaked by the snow, silently pondered in his mind that the most urgent task now was to quickly find Mo Wei to get the bag back, and then go to find the corpse driver A Kui to find out what happened to A Xi Palace, and then analyze who might have kidnapped Yuan Zhi and the landlady, before going directly to their door.

Hmm! Not bad, things don't seem too troublesome.

Feeling this way, Zhou Fengchen continued his pursuit from the dead of night until the early hours of the morning. All around him were snow-covered, white mountainous areas, with not a single village or person in sight. Zhou Fengchen couldn't help but feel frustrated. Where had that bastard Mo Wei gone? So far away.

Just then, a man suddenly appeared beside a pine tree in front of me. He looked like a middle-aged man, wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, a baseball cap, and carrying a tattered leather bag. He looked quite refined, but I didn't know what he was doing. He had his back to me, his head down, and didn't move.

Zhou Fengchen thought the other person was urinating and was about to go over when he suddenly noticed a head appearing behind the top of the pine tree.

This head was indescribably strange, with a face full of bumps, a mouth that looked like a bird's beak, sparse hair, and small eyes that rolled around before letting out a sly chuckle.

Zhou Fengchen quickly hid behind a nearby tree, tilted his head to take a closer look, and damn it, why does this head look so much like Master Mo Wei? What is he doing? The pine branches are not easy to climb, and they are covered in snow. How did he climb so high?

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Suddenly, the head stretched out—not the head itself, but its neck, as if made of rubber, slowly elongated, passing over the entire pine and banyan tree, like an ostrich, until it reached the top of the middle-aged man's head under the tree. Then, with a wicked laugh, a sharp tongue suddenly emerged from its "beak."

Zhou Fengchen could foresee that the middle-aged man's brains would likely be splattered in the next moment! He quickly stepped forward and shouted, "You beast!"

The head suddenly looked up, startled, and quickly pulled back. The bushes rustled, followed by a series of creaking footsteps that gradually disappeared into the distance.

Zhou Fengchen quickly grabbed his knife and chased after it, but before he could even get a clear look at the monster behind the tree, he was grabbed and pulled away.

"Help me! Help me!" The middle-aged, refined man gasped for breath, his face ashen, kneeling on the ground and tightly clutching Zhou Fengchen's leg.

The head behind the tree was indeed Master Mo Wei, carrying Zhou Fengchen's briefcase on his back, running faster than a rabbit.

"This bastard isn't human, he's a monster! Damn it, no wonder he associates with monsters!" Zhou Fengchen cursed under his breath before looking at the middle-aged man on the ground and asking, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man, a grown man, was crying with tears streaming down his face. "I'm a teacher at an elementary school down the mountain. Today was my last day of classes before winter break. I got off work early, but I met someone on the way. He tapped me, and I couldn't move. I felt like my soul was leaving my body. Was he a ghost? ... Please save me!"

"It's alright! I'll go catch him..." Zhou Fengchen still respected the profession of teacher, so he offered some perfunctory words of comfort, escorted him down the mountain, and then chased after Master Mo Wei along the route he had taken.

As dawn broke, a small mountain village appeared ahead. The village was small, with only about twenty households. At this time, smoke was already rising from the chimneys of most of the houses, indicating that they were preparing breakfast.

Zhou Fengchen felt a sense of wonder and looked towards a house in the village; his own bag was inside!

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