The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen immediately ran to the window and looked across the street. Sure enough! A kerosene lamp was lit in Miao Gong's wife's room, and a woman's voice could be faintly heard inside.

He opened his third eye and looked again, only to see that the house was almost completely enveloped by a thick layer of yin energy.

Turning his gaze away, Zhou Fengchen said to Zhang Shisan beside him, "Judging from his aura, his cultivation level is not bad."

Zhang Shisan sneered, drew his longsword, and said, "Do as you please!"

"kill!"

Zhou Fengchen nodded, then turned and reached out to Miao Gong, saying, "Give it to me!"

Miao Gong and his children huddled together, their faces pale and trembling. Hearing this, they were stunned. "What?"

Zhou Fengchen, too lazy to waste words, snatched a few pieces of yellow cloth from his hand, laid them flat on the table, and used a brush to dip in the remaining cinnabar to draw the words "Kill!", "Dislike", "Abandon", "Shock" and other talisman seals on them.

Then, he formed a hand seal with his hands and proclaimed: "I command this talisman to draw upon the might of heavenly light, the power of the three mountains, and the vastness of the four seas, to sweep away all evil spirits! So be it!"

After finishing, hand everything over to Zhang Shisan. "I should be able to handle these beasts by myself, but to prevent them from escaping, quietly slip behind the house, stick the talisman on, and then wait. Offer assistance or launch a surprise attack when the opportunity arises!"

"No problem!" Zhang Shisan, with a sword in one hand and a cloth talisman in the other, quietly opened the door, ran to the courtyard wall, and climbed over.

"Immortal, Immortal Master! I...I..." Miao Gong approached pitifully with his children, "What should we do?"

"You guys? Stay put, turn off the lights, and don't make a sound!" Zhou Fengchen instructed, then opened the door and walked out.

The Miao family of three quickly turned off the lights and cautiously peered out the window. Seeing Zhou Fengchen approaching the opposite room step by step, the boy couldn't help but exclaim, "This guy is really amazing..."

Before he could finish speaking, his father slapped him across the face. "Shut up! This is a hermit-like master, call me 'Big Brother,' or I'll beat you to death."

The courtyard was pitch black and quiet all around.

Zhou Fengchen slowly approached Miao Gong's wife's room, and heard a woman inside say, "Yes! This is how you pick out the loose thread, hey! That's not how you sew shoes."

No one paid any attention; it was as if he was really talking to himself.

Zhou Fengchen approached the window and looked inside. The kerosene lamp flickered, and Miao Gong's unconscious wife indeed got up on her own, sat at the table, looked left and right, raised her hand and muttered to herself. Her expression was normal, but she looked incredibly strange.

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then activated his Heavenly Eye, looking into the room again. He formed hand seals and uttered a low chant: "Heavenly Eye, break through the illusion, open!"

hum-

The environment inside the house suddenly changed. Beside Miao Gong's wife appeared an old lady with a hunched back and a full head of white hair, a woman in her forties, and a petite girl of sixteen or seventeen.

All three were doing needlework, and their clothes were strangely styled long robes and skirts. Zhou Fengchen vaguely recognized this style of clothing; it was definitely Hanfu from before the Ming Dynasty. Yuan? Song? Tang?

Good heavens! They're three ancient ghosts, some over a thousand years old!

In an instant, the three women inside the room seemed to sense it, and they all turned their heads to look, their faces extremely gloomy.

Zhou Fengchen sneered, his figure flashed, and he appeared five meters away from the door. With a "whoosh," he drew his knife and shouted, "You wretch! Get out here!"

The surroundings were deathly quiet; even Miao Gong's wife stopped muttering.

Ten seconds later, the door was flung open with a bang, and the old woman, the middle-aged woman, and the little girl floated out, enveloped in thick black mist.

After sizing Zhou Fengchen up and down, the old woman chuckled maliciously, "Where did this wicked Taoist come from? He's got some nerve!"

"Not very bold! But that should be enough to kill you all!" Zhou Fengchen smiled, raised his knife and slashed his palm, staining it with his blood essence.

The old woman suddenly screamed.

Three ancient ghosts moved swiftly, surrounding Zhou Fengchen in the middle. The old woman's white hair fluttered, her eyes were blood red, her fingernails were half a meter long, her body swayed, and she babbled incoherently.

The middle-aged woman's body instantly swelled up, and she lay on the ground like an old ox, revealing a mouthful of fangs and sticking out her tongue, slapping it around.

The little girl's body grew two meters taller, she raised her claws, and her hair slowly grew to a length of five or six meters, twisting and turning like a snake.

The entire courtyard was filled with a chilling, gloomy atmosphere.

"That's interesting!"

Zhou Fengchen chuckled, sprang up, and swung his sword at the old woman's head.

However, while he was still in mid-air, two more shadows suddenly appeared behind him, one slashing at the little girl ghost and the other slashing at the woman ghost.

The three old ghosts' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly went to meet them.

For a moment, the sounds of howling ghosts and jingling bells filled the air.

The three Miao masters in the back hut stared wide-eyed, finally seeing the three ghosts. This was terrifying, even more frightening than the monsters on TV! And the key point was... that young "immortal" had actually turned into three people!?

This scene was unimaginable; even movies and TV series couldn't achieve this effect. My body trembled uncontrollably, my face turned deathly pale, and I didn't even dare to breathe.

On the opposite rooftop, Zhang Shisan was peering over the ridge, his heart pounding with anxiety. But after some thought, he decided that instead of going up himself, it would be better to let Zhou Fengchen handle it alone, to avoid chaos. It was more prudent to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

In the courtyard, figures, tongues, and long hair flitted about, constantly shifting and changing.

Just then, Zhou Fengchen shouted as he fought, "Zhang Shisan! Those three old ghosts are too powerful, they're not easy to kill! Quickly help! Use the compass to stabilize their souls!"

"They're here!" Zhang Shisan, who had been waiting, immediately took out his compass, bit his finger, dripped blood onto it, aimed it at the courtyard, then formed a hand seal while chanting: "Primordial descent, true text spreads, manifest existence, obscure non-existence, compass and eight trigrams, yang mirror settles yin souls, hasten as the law commands!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the compass, heading straight for the scene of the fight in the courtyard.

The three old ghosts slowed down instantly, their faces showing signs of pain.

"Haha! Old Zhang is not bad, the top disciple of Longhu Mountain is no joke!"

Zhou Fengchen laughed loudly. Two of the figures swung their swords, shoving aside the old woman ghost and the middle-aged woman ghost. They then instantly merged into one, appearing above the little girl ghost's head and slashing down with their swords: "Die!"

"Uh... Ah—"

The little girl's ghost head, with its long hair still attached, fell to the ground and rolled away, still emitting painful screams. Then, the headless body swayed three times and collapsed to the ground with a thud. The screams stopped abruptly, and she was dead!

"Qingnu! Ah—"

The old lady ghost and the woman ghost screamed and pounced.

Zhou Fengchen crouched slightly, the ancient sword held horizontally between his brows, one hand forming a hand seal, and he uttered a low shout: "Mysterious Twenty, Shadow Kill! Swift!"

Whoosh...

Their bodies swayed instantly, and countless shadows appeared, then they swarmed towards the woman ghost.

In a flash, it was five meters behind the woman ghost, and the dense shadows merged back into one.

The female ghost paused, then uttered a strange "cocococo" sound.

The old woman on the other side stared wide-eyed, her body trembling, and let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Yingniang!"

Puff puff……

The woman ghost instantly tore into dozens of pieces, her soul scattered!

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