Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Record

"Is anyone there?"

Fu Qing felt nervous. He slowly stood up and looked around.

Judging from the way the candle went out and the lock that hadn't been locked in time, the person spying must still be in the library.

He twitched his left hand slightly, and a black leaf suddenly appeared in his hand.

At the same time, he picked up a paper cutter from the table. Although it wasn't very sharp, it was the only tool he had for self-defense at the moment.

The fact that the person was able to open the lock meant that he must also be a Taoist master. Fu Qing felt nervous. If that was the case, he might not be able to defeat the person hiding.

Fu Qing didn't adopt an attack stance. The man's target was just the lacquered suitcase, and there was no need for him to have any conflict with him. At worst, he could just report it to the authorities the next day. He simply took the paper cutter, put it in his sleeve, and retreated as if it were an inadvertent act.

But at that moment, Fu Qing felt a sudden chill on the back of his head. He quickly clapped his hands and instantly appeared in front of him. At the same time, he turned his head to look behind him and saw a black shadow flash past from the side and quickly hide behind the bookshelf.

Fu Qing knocked the oil lamp out of his hand, and the scene suddenly became extremely dark, with only a little bit of daylight shining in through the window.

Fu Qing was speechless at their shameless sneak attack.

"No, I didn't mean to oppose you. You're just reading a book, why are you attacking me for no reason?"

Seeing that this person had already made a move, Fu Qing felt extremely nervous.

He didn't even see how the man made his move, but judging from the position and speed of the attack, it was clear that the man was aiming for the back of his neck, intending to kill him.

"So she's got a temper? She'd kill someone just because she was caught spying?"

At that moment, a whistling wind swept by, and Fu Qing used another leaf, this time to retreat, causing the man's attack to miss again.

At this moment, the person stopped moving. Fu Qing lowered his body slightly, just so that he could vaguely see the subtle movements in the light coming through the window.

And one can also use the shadow to conceal one's form.

He scanned the gaps in the bookshelf, trying to find the person's shadow, but he couldn't find it at all.

Just then, a gust of wind came from behind him again, this time even more dangerous. Fu Qing felt a chill on his neck and hurriedly used the forward talisman to adjust his position.

Fu Qing felt a burning sensation in his neck and realized that he had most likely been injured by some sharp weapon. At the same time, he was also thinking about how to break the deadlock.

The person was moving around near the entrance, and Fu Qing couldn't see their exact location, so he didn't dare to leave the library easily.

Judging from that person's attack techniques, he was using these bookshelves to hide. Once I get to an open area, I might be able to fight that person.

If all else fails, you can always run away.

If I stay here, my abilities might be quickly figured out by that person.

Fu Qing's mind raced. His ability allowed him to use the ability once every five seconds on each leaf, which meant he could use it almost every two seconds. If he dodged backward, it would be easy for people to figure out his pattern, while if he left a shadow in place, it would be easy for him to avoid it.

However, Fu Qing felt that the ability to dodge forward should not be used unless absolutely necessary, since dodge forward is not very predictable and can be used to counterattack or make some unexpected moves.

While he could still speculate on his own skills, Fu Qing was also trying to guess the other person's abilities.

Judging from the actions just now, I clearly saw that the previous attack missed because it was hiding behind the bookshelf near the door, but the next second the attack came from behind.

If it weren't for the fact that many people were ambushing Fu Qing, one could only conclude that the person was extremely fast, or possessed some kind of teleportation ability like Fu Qing.

Fu Qing naturally didn't think there was a third person present; otherwise, if the two of them attacked at the same time, he would have died ten thousand times over.

His attack intervals are approximately one every two seconds.

This shows that even if that person is capable, they still have a gap period, while the gap period of my three leaves combined is naturally shorter than that person's.

Thinking of this, Fu Qing sensed another attack from the side. He dodged backward, and the sharp weapon only grazed Fu Qing's robe, cutting a thin, long gash.

"This is the only piece of clothing I own..." Fu Qing sighed inwardly.

The person always attacked from the sides or behind, never from the front. They changed positions very quickly, but their attack speed was not fast...

Fu Qing was certain that the person's ability was similar to teleportation or instantaneous movement, and judging from the appearance, it was much longer than his own instantaneous movement.

Moreover, after each attack, they retreat in another direction, never returning the way they came.

At this moment, Fu Qing had another layer of thought in his mind.

That is, whether one's own leaf can have an effect on others.

This is the ability I wanted to practice at the Ten Mile Pharmacy, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance to.

Given the speed at which the wind was blowing, Fu Qing had plenty of time to react, throw the leaf at the person, and then use another leaf to retreat.

If that were truly possible, with just one strike, Fu Qing could create distance between himself and that person, giving him a little time to move towards the door.

After thinking it over, Fu Qing tensed his body to make himself look less frail; this was a training exercise he had taken during his university military training.

To establish a proper horse stance, you need to stabilize your lower body so that you can hold your breath and concentrate, preparing every muscle in your body to generate power.

He actually grasped some of the essentials of martial arts without a teacher.

At the same time, he extended his left index and middle fingers, and a black leaf appeared in his hand.

"call!"

Fu Qing felt that tensing his lower body was indeed somewhat useful, as it allowed him to focus more. He swung his arm and flicked it towards the dark figure, changing his finger technique to use his thumb and forefinger as he swung it.

"Snapped!"

He snapped his fingers, causing the leaf to stick to his palm. He felt a blur before his eyes, and he was instantly teleported away.

In an instant, Fu Qing saw that after being hit by his attack, the shadow indeed teleported to the position where it was originally prepared to attack.

With the help of the faint light, Fu Qing saw that half of the figure was hidden on the bookshelf, and the figure had actually crawled out of the bookshelf.

"What kind of ability is this? It's a bit strange."

But the person's face was black, and Fu Qing still couldn't see what the person looked like.

But Fu Qing couldn't care less about that now. He took a step back and ran towards the door.

The dark figure had already broken free from the bookshelf. His ability should indeed have a two-and-a-half-second window, during which he was stuck on the bookshelf.

Fu Qing also wanted to refrain from slashing the man, but all he had was a dull paper cutter, unlikely to inflict any fatal damage. Moreover, his abilities were now in a period of inactivity.

After breaking free of its restraints, the figure sank directly into the bookshelf.

Fu Qing glanced back, then turned to look at the gate.

Just then, the man's shadow appeared beneath Fu Qing's feet. Fu Qing thought to himself, "This is bad!" He quickly activated the teleportation talisman in his hand and dodged the man's sneak attack.

Just as he was about to run out of the house, Fu Qing suddenly saw a strange sight.

Strands of silk threads drifted in from outside the door, spreading incredibly fast until they covered the entire doorway and the floor in front of it.

"Is there someone else?" Fu Qing thought to himself, "This is bad." Just then, Fu Qing saw a familiar scene.

The silk thread was actually made up of segments, with a raised section at each segment.

The bulge slowly swelled and opened.

They were actually dark golden eyeballs, slowly rotating, with pupils shaped like lotus flowers.