The Martial Saint begins by collecting corpses.

"You want to see Lu Ming?" Li Ming glanced at Lu Ming's courtyard with some surprise, then turned back and looked Ming Jianxin up and down.

This woman was heroic and extraordinary, and at a young age, her cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of Tendon Refining.

She remained unfazed in the dark prison, seemingly unaffected, and may have already connected with the spirit world.

Such a martial artist would probably be considered a genius disciple in the Mingjian Sect.

Didn't Lu Ming offend Lin Yuanrong? How come such a talented disciple came knocking on his door in just one day?

It seems things might be turning around.

Li Ming couldn't help but feel a pang of envy; this kid was quite lucky.

Somewhat listlessly, he pointed to Lu Ming's courtyard and said:

He lives there.

Ming Jianxin nodded slightly:

Thank you.

He went straight to the courtyard where Lu Ming was and knocked on the gate.

"Knock knock knock!"

Inside the house, Lu Ming had just finished his lunch in a whirlwind when he heard a knock on the door. Could it be Li Ming coming to see him again?

He stepped forward and opened the door with a puzzled look, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw a pretty, chivalrous woman standing outside.

It was none other than Ming Jianxin, the genius disciple from the Mingjian Sect of Fucheng.

"You're Lu Ming?"

As Ming Jianxin spoke, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Lu Ming smiled slightly. He was present when Ming Jianxin came yesterday.

However, it seems that Ming Jianxin only had eyes for Su Wantang and Lin Yuanrong, so he didn't pay much attention to him, a mere Crescent Moon-level Night Patrolman.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have forgotten each other just yesterday.

He shook his head and said:

"What do you want from me?"

As he spoke, a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

Looking around discreetly, Ming Jianxin seemed to be someone from Lin Yuanrong's backing force, and not from the imperial court, but from a sect or the martial arts world.

If someone were to suddenly kill him here, probably no one would be willing to offend the Mingjian Sect for his sake.

However, after looking around and not seeing anyone else, he felt slightly relieved.

Now that he has broken through to the Tendon Refining stage and possesses several trump cards, he is not afraid if it is only Ming Jianxin alone.

Ming Jianxin said solemnly:

"I came to find you because Lord Shen Mo told me that your ability to deal with ghosts and monsters is the best in the county's Night Watch Division."

"My next move will most likely involve encountering terrifying ghosts and monsters."

"So I want to ask you to help me catch the real culprit who is wreaking havoc in Heishui County."

Lu Ming was taken aback, not expecting this request. He had only come to him because of what Shen Mo had said. It seemed that Shen Mo hadn't given up yet.

But Shen Mo is too naive. Ming Jianxin was someone Lin Yuanrong called. How can he be trusted so easily? A person who puts on a righteous appearance is not necessarily righteous.

Lu Ming immediately shook his head and said:

"Lord Shen, you are exaggerating. I am just a mere Crescent Moon-level Night Patrolman. Above me are the Eyebrow-level and even the Lower Moon-level Night Patrolmen."

"My ability to deal with ghosts and monsters is obvious, how could I possibly be the strongest in Blackwater County?"

"If even Lord Shen and Lord Lin dare not deal with these ghosts, it would be too much to ask me to take action, Lord Ming."

Ming Jianxin frowned slightly and said:

"I have no official position, so you don't need to call me sir."

"Furthermore, I know your situation very well. There used to be a Class C ghost in Xiaoshan Temple. According to Shen Mo, you killed it in one go."

"Yesterday, a Class B ghost invaded the Night Town, and even Inspector Zhou died, but you successfully saved Lord Su."

"Your abilities are beyond question."

"For the sake of the people of Heishui County, please do me this favor."

Lu Ming slowly said:

Are you ordering me around?

Ming Jian thought to himself:

How can I give you an order?

"You are a native of Heishui County and a night patrolman of the Zhenye Division."

"Now the county town is in trouble, and the building is about to collapse."

"Why are you making excuses? Isn't this what you're supposed to do?"

Lu Ming sneered slightly upon hearing this.

Just a few months ago, he was a corpse collector at the very bottom of the social ladder in Heishui County.

Just because Zhao Meng was willing to spend money, his job was taken away. When he was being chased by Zhao Meng and had nowhere to go, no one came forward to help him.

Wasn't it only through his cunning that he managed to hide in the county magistrate's mansion? And now Ming Jianxin is saying such things.

Lu Ming simply smiled faintly:

"I admire Lord Ming's righteous act."

"However, I am indeed incapable, so I will not trouble Lord Ming any further."

Upon hearing this, Ming Jianxin's expression turned cold, and he said:

"This was originally an opportunity for you, but you gave it up. Someone else will cherish it."

After saying that, she turned around and left decisively.

As the gates of the Black Prison slowly closed, Lu Ming's eyes flickered. It seemed that he really needed to break through to the Great Perfection of Tendon Refining before devouring those ghosts and monsters, lest things be exposed.

For a brief moment, Ming Jianxin gave him a strong sense of pressure; his current cultivation level was still not enough to be safe.

"Lu Ming? You didn't go with her?"

As Lu Ming was deep in thought, Li Ming walked over and said with a surprised expression:

"With your cultivation level, you might not be able to hold out for another six months. Young man, don't be too impulsive. Sometimes it's not shameful to bow your head, especially not to a girl like that. If you ring the bell now, there might still be a chance."

Lu Ming was speechless. What was this guy thinking? He immediately said:

"If Senior Li has nothing else to say, I'll continue my cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Li Ming quickly replied:

"Wait a minute, come out with me first. I'll tell you about the rules inside the Black Prison, so you don't accidentally lose your life and implicate us."

Lu Ming thought to himself, "That's impossible."

However, Li Ming was quite kind to him, so after thinking about it, he went out with him, intending to listen to the rules of this so-called black prison, which shouldn't take long.

He followed Li Ming to the high platform, where Li Ming pointed to the rooms below and said:

"Do you know why the Black Prison suppresses ghosts and monsters in this way?"

Looking around, Lu Ming saw a ghost sewing up a corpse, a monk performing a ritual to release ghosts, and so on.

He hadn't looked closely before, but now, upon a sudden glance, he immediately asked in confusion:

"Why is there a monk performing a ritual to exorcise a ghost in the room? Isn't that dangerous? Is that ghost that powerful?"

Li Ming's lips twitched:

"That's not the night watchman. The monk who revealed the true meaning of the swastika is a ghost. The person lying on the other side is the living one, but he's a death row inmate who's been drugged."

"What?"

Lu Ming was a little confused after hearing this. What kind of operation was this?

He stared intently, the glazed tile roof somewhat hindering his ability to identify ghosts. However, with Li Ming's prompting, he could still barely make out that the monk was indeed a ghost.

"What's going on?"

Lu Ming frowned and asked.

Li Ming's expression was solemn as he slowly said:

"What I'm going to tell you next is the true nature of ghosts and monsters!"

"After you hear what I have to say, you'll understand what's really going on."