Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Record

The group exchanged bewildered glances, but before they could figure out what was going on, the officer called out again, "Second group, Li Er, Cheng Dawei!"

"Group Three, Zhu Kui, Pan Changle!"

"..."

An hour later, when only four people remained on the field, the dark door opened, and the first person called out, a young man named Zhang Shirong, rushed out like a madman, his hair disheveled and muttering to himself.

"A ghost...a ghost...a ghost..."

He grabbed at everyone's clothes, shouting incoherently. Fu Qing felt a pain as he was being pulled, and took a step back. At the same time, he felt inexplicably nervous. He glanced at Bai Jing and found that he also had a serious expression.

Two constables came up, grabbed the man, and then led him out of the hall.

Immediately afterwards, the man named Qin Li was also carried out, his legs weak and his face pale.

"What...what kind of assessment is this?"

Before he could recover, the officer spoke.

"Group Six, Fu Qing, Bai Jing!"

He exchanged a glance with Bai Jing, clenched his fists slightly, took a deep breath, and then stepped forward and crossed the gate.

As soon as Fu Qing entered the gate, he felt a chill creeping up his sleeves and collar, penetrating his body. This coldness was unlike the chill of winter; it felt alive, deftly attacking his weakest points.

What came into view was a fog, and Fu Qing frowned.

"Why does fog always appear whenever something strange happens?"

"What do we do now?" Bai Jing asked, clearly also completely baffled.

"Let's keep going. Since we said yesterday to conserve our energy, it might be some kind of obstacle course or challenge, not a long-distance run, right?"

Fu Qing inexplicably thought of the show "Boys and Girls Rush Forward," but unfortunately this wasn't an amusement park, and even if they passed, they wouldn't get a big refrigerator.

Bai Jing nodded, agreeing with Fu Qing's opinion. The two walked forward for a while, and the fog gradually thinned. Soon, a dilapidated street appeared before them.

The street was about seven meters wide, only wide enough for two carriages to pass closely together. Both sides had been abandoned for a long time, and many houses had been charred. It was even more dilapidated than the houses in the Shattered Sky Realm that Fu Qing had seen before.

"It looks like there's been a fire..."

He looked up at the sky; the evening clouds had already sunk to the very edge of the horizon, and above them, darkness had almost completely filled the sky.

"Aren't we indoors? And where did this street come from?" Bai Jing walked to a house, knocked on it with his hand, and made a crisp, ringing sound that carried far into the air.

"There was a sound? Could it be an illusion?"

Fu Qing's first thought was Bai Yi's ability to create illusions, which were almost completely realistic environments. But this place didn't seem to fit into any illusionary explanation. He walked to a door and pushed it open.

The hinges of the door were already rusted and rotten. With just a slight effort, Fu Qing pushed the entire door over, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Covering his nose, Fu Qing waited until the dust settled before looking inside, and the scene before him startled him.

Inside the house were several corpses lying on the ground.

Seeing that Fu Qing was not moving, Bai Jing also walked over and looked at the several human figures that had turned into skeletons.

"No intention to disturb, no intention to disturb." Fu Qing clasped his hands together and silently recited in his heart, but at this moment, he noticed that there was a short knife lying next to the corpse.

"It looks like he was killed in a fight, and judging from the location, it was a group of people attacking him."

The reason he thought this was because everyone was facing the person at the door. The person's clothes were covered in dust, and Fu Qing couldn't see what the clothes looked like at all. But he could see a long sword stuck in the gap between the ribs, which should be the fatal wound.

He walked over, picked up the dagger, and saw that it was made of fine bronze, a little heavy, and not very comfortable to hold, so he casually tossed it to Bai Jing.

Bai Jing took it, studied it for a while, and looked at Fu Qing, utterly puzzled.

"Keep this as a spare, just in case there's any danger ahead, to be on the safe side."

Upon hearing this, Bai Jing showed a look of sudden realization.

"It's good that I'm in the same group as Brother Fu. Does Brother Fu have any prior experience in martial arts?"

"Martial arts? Does the boxing practiced during university military training count?" Fu Qing said, "I've just been timid since I was a child, so I'm a bit wary."

But at the same time, he thought to himself, "I should say that I've been attacked so many times recently that it's given me psychological trauma."

He drew the longsword again, and although it was made of some unknown material and was somewhat rusted, it still gleamed with a cold light.

Moreover, the shape of this sword is very peculiar. The blade is as slender as an eight-sided Han sword, but the handle at the back is also very long. Usually, the handle of a Han sword is only the length of one hand, but this sword can be easily held with both hands.

Fu Qing picked it up and tried swinging it around. He found it to be quite useful. The center of gravity was just right, and the weight was just right. It was neither so heavy that it was difficult for him to swing it, nor so light that it made him feel unsteady. It was a good weapon.

"I wonder if I'll be allowed to take this sword with me after the exam..." Fu Qing thought. That way, he wouldn't have to buy the short sword. Although he originally intended to buy a short sword, he still understood the principle that an inch longer is an inch stronger.

If he weren't so weak, he would have really liked to get some kind of spear, which would make a whooshing sound when wielded, and ordinary people wouldn't be able to get close to him.

After observing carefully for a while and finding no useful information, he and Bai Jing continued walking forward.

"Click!"

After walking for another two minutes, the two suddenly turned their heads at the same time, and saw that something had stepped on the house.

It seemed there were no stray cats or rabbits causing trouble here. Fu Qing and Bai Jing exchanged a glance, both seeing a look of seriousness in each other's eyes.

Fu Qing subtly moved his left hand, and a leaf appeared beside him. If there was any unusual movement, he could retreat at any time.

"Let's keep going, stay alert. I'll watch the left, you watch the right," Fu Qing quickly assigned the tasks.

Bai Jing nodded. At this moment, his hand was slightly glowing, and the short knife in his hand was also emitting a faint light. If it weren't for the dark sky, it would be hard to notice.

Fu Qing stared at the blade, wondering what kind of Taoist magic Bai Jing practiced. If it was a powerful and aggressive technique, then his own pressure would be relieved.

"Click! Click!"

Another sound of footsteps came from the left. Fu Qing held Ye Zi in his hand and gripped his long sword with both hands, aiming at the dark corner. By the dim moonlight, Fu Qing carefully searched for any unusual activity.

He has now grasped some of the principles of the leaf. As long as it is close to his body, the leaf can work when he has a thought. It's just that he hadn't noticed it before, or his thoughts weren't strong enough.

In this way, he could activate this ability almost instantly.

"Let's keep going," Fu Qing said, his long sword still in his hand. Bai Jing followed suit and raised his short knife.

Just then, footsteps came from the dark alley. Fu Qing's hair stood on end. The alley was too deep and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only feel that the footsteps were running very fast and rushing straight towards the two of them.

"Something's coming, get ready!"

Fu Qing gave a soft shout, and the shadow became clearer and clearer. The two of them finally saw what it was.