That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Fang Zhiyi smiled and shrugged, indicating that this was not the work of the Ghost Doctor.

Chen Sha pondered for a long time, then waved his sleeve.

"In that case, by slaughtering all these demons, we can naturally uncover their true forms!"

“Vice Envoy Chen is highly skilled in martial arts, so it is certainly worth a try.”

Fang Zhiyi nodded lazily and then took a step back.

She said it in a light, casual tone, making it impossible to tell whether she meant it seriously or if it was laced with sarcasm.

So Chen Sha stopped talking and stepped forward, raising his palm to gather his energy, and immediately a powerful palm strike arose all around him.

The people standing behind him felt an invisible pressure coming towards them. Wen Fuxiao's long white beard and hair were blown into a mess by the wind. He cried out "Ouch, ouch" like a weak old goat.

Lu Zhao quickly gathered his energy in his dantian and assumed a horse stance, protecting the old man behind him.

Xie Yunqi had obviously anticipated this, so he decisively shrank behind Jiang Jingming and shielded him in front of him.

Chen Sha asked in a deep voice:

"Demon, come out and face your death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind arose, and a palm strike like crashing waves swept past.

The crow feathers fluttering in the sky were instantly reduced to ashes by the domineering palm wind, and for a moment the sky seemed to brighten a little.

Chen Sha did not stop his attack, but continued to push his palm forward with great force.

The palm technique he practiced was like waves crashing against the clouds, with each wave higher than the last. Before the first palm strike was finished, the second would arrive, and before the second would subside, the third would follow.

The person who fought him managed to block the first blow with all his might, and was secretly pleased with himself when the second and third blows came one after another.

Even when their ribs were shattered, many villains still had wide-eyed disbelief and a look of utter shock on their faces.

Chen Sha was filled with anger at being provoked, and he unleashed these three palm strikes with all his might, the momentum of which was like a giant wave a hundred feet high crashing down.

"boom!"

A corner of the wall surrounding Tingpu Villa collapsed, sending dust and ash flying everywhere.

Jiang Jingming swiftly turned his blade to deflect the flying debris in front of everyone, then raised his sleeve to brush the blade away, coughing as he did so.

With the wall collapsed, the dark figure had nowhere to land, so it grinned and charged forward.

Come on!

Chen Sha shouted loudly, and the air surged beneath his robe sleeves.

He stood alone in front of the crowd, like an impenetrable wall of wind. No shadow could escape his palm strike, and for a moment, the surroundings were filled with the mournful cries of crows.

Lu Zhao watched with bated breath, his heart pounding with excitement. As a member of the Divine Capital Guard, he felt a surge of pride.

"Vice Envoy Chen's palm technique is truly a feast for the eyes! No wonder he is the number one under Commander Xie!"

"Indeed, it is the demeanor of a hero."

Wen Fuxiao coughed and nodded in approval as well:

"Although I am not a scholar, seeing such a magnificent sight fills me with longing! If I had known this earlier, I should have learned a move or two when I was young!"

Jiang Jingming listened to the two talking while carrying a knife, thinking to himself that there is a saying that everyone has their own expertise.

If Wen Fuzi had abandoned literature for martial arts, the martial arts world might have gained just another mediocre person, while the literary world would have lost a literary giant with profound knowledge of both ancient and modern times.

However, his old rival, Master Han, doesn't seem to know martial arts either.

A gaunt old man so thin he could be blown away by the wind, though he had some rumors of drunken sword dancing on a high building in his youth, it seems that those were more for show than for practical use.

"careful!"

Xie Yunqi, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly blurted out.

Jiang Jingming quickly looked up and saw that although Chen Sha's palm strikes seemed impenetrable and extremely oppressive, there was always a momentary pause when he first circulated his energy.

In that instant, one of the dark figures suddenly turned around abruptly, twisting its head at an incredible angle.

A flash of silver light appeared in the robe, revealing a serrated dagger hidden within.

"The real body!"

The dagger was only half an inch away from Chen Sha's back when Jiang Jingming and A Qing stepped forward at the same time.

Chen Sha had no time to turn around and fight back. Sensing the danger behind him, he touched the ground with his toes and leaped high into the air.

"Take it!"

Chen Sha suddenly shouted an order.

As soon as he finished speaking, eight figures leaped out from all directions.

With lightning speed, they shook the long ropes in their hands, and a huge net spread out from the sky!

"A net that can trap you from heaven and earth!"

Lu Zhao drew his sword and chased after him, unable to resist shouting loudly.

When his attack failed, he intended to quickly disappear and remain hidden among the shadowy figures.

However, the net appeared just in time. Even though he moved extremely fast, he still couldn't escape and was caught by the net at the last moment.

"Stop struggling, just surrender. Once you're caught in this net, no matter if you're a god or a demon, you can't escape today."

Chen Sha flicked his long sleeves and landed steadily, staring coldly at the dark figure.

He wasn't bluffing when he said this. The Heavenly Net, the secret weapon of the Divine Capital Guard for capturing criminals, was made of silk produced in Cangzhou. Its characteristic was that it was extremely tough, and the more someone struggled, the tighter it became.

Its true form was entangled in the web, writhing and twisting like an insect that had accidentally stumbled into a spider web.

Jiang Jingming took two steps closer, lowered his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly in a wary manner.

No wonder Chen Sha was so arrogant as to fight the Shadows alone; it turns out it was all premeditated.

According to Fang Zhiyi, the difficulty in dealing with this illusion lies in the fact that the enemy will use clones to confuse the audience, hide their true self among them, and then seize the opportunity to kill, making it impossible to defend against.

Chen Sha then deliberately feigned anger, faced the enemy alone, and intentionally revealed a weakness at the right moment, before capturing him with the pre-laid trap.

As expected of the Deputy Envoy of the Divine Capital Guard, he was able to come up with such a plan and execute it immediately in such a short time.

Jiang Jingming thought to himself silently.

Chen Sha walked to the center of the net, reached out and grabbed the black robe that the true body was using to cover it, and lifted it up.

In an instant, everyone crowded around, wanting to see his true face.

"..."

After a brief silence, Jiang Jingming raised his hand in time to cover Xie Yunqi's scream that was about to escape his lips.

Hidden beneath the black robe was clearly a pale, bluish-gray corpse.

But if that were all, Xie Yunqi wouldn't be so frightened.

The corpse's eye sockets were now just two withered, bloody holes, its face sunken like a skull, yet a hideous smile was etched firmly onto its face.

Sharp fangs protruded from the decaying, shrunken lips, sending chills down one's spine at just a glance.

Even a tough guy like Chen Sha was genuinely surprised and threw the black robe in his hand aside.

"Is this fucking alive?"

The deputy envoy couldn't help but curse.

"It seems so."

Jiang Jingming nodded slowly.

Not only was it alive, but it also clearly possessed sufficient intelligence. It not only knew to hide in the shadows and wait for its chance to strike, but now that it had discovered that it could not escape the inescapable net, it knelt on the ground, with viscous liquid dripping from its beast-like fangs.

Among the crowd, Wen Fuxiao wasn't standing very close, but his expression was extremely grim. Unlike Xie Yunqi, who was simply startled, he looked as if he had witnessed something unbearable.

Jiang Jingming took a step back and turned to look at him:

"Master Wen?"

"..."

Wen Fuxiao came to her senses and let out a deep breath:

"A blue-faced creature with fangs and bloodshot eyes..."

He paused for a long while before continuing to finish the sentence:

"The Corpse Demon's Night Walk".

"A ghoul?!"

Everyone gasped in unison.

Wen Fuxiao raised her hand to her forehead, forcing herself to calm down:

"This creature's characteristics are exactly the same as those of the corpse demon recorded in the ancient palace books. In addition, it displays intelligence that is no different from that of a human. If I am not mistaken, this is the legendary corpse demon."

"Has someone already recreated the Corpse Demon Technique?"

Jiang Jingming felt a dull ache in his temples.

If the Shun family, who were allied with the Emperor, have been wiped out, then who created the Shiki before us?

Just as his thoughts were becoming chaotic again, Jiang Jingming couldn't help but turn around to look at Fang Zhiyi.

Unexpectedly, she was also looking at him. The moment their eyes met, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth:

"If this is a ghoul, then where is its host?"

"Perhaps they are hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike us again."

Chen Sha clenched his fists, his expression hard and cold.

"Maybe so."

Fang Zhiyi nodded, walked closer to the net, bent down and inserted the silver needle in her hand into the forehead of the corpse.

"The art of corpse demons is a secret technique that uses blood and soul as a medium to manipulate corpses. In essence, it involves temporarily giving one's own blood and soul to a corpse, granting it the power to come back to life, and then using it for one's own purposes."

As she spoke, she continued to plunge the long needle into the corpse's brain.

"Then he shouldn't be looking so dazed right now, nor does he need to use any illusions or clones to cover it up."

"sluggish?"

Jiang Jingming twitched the corner of his mouth.

I don't know how this miracle doctor defines the word "dullness," but he just feels that looking at this thing for too long will shorten your lifespan.

Fang Zhiyi withdrew the long needle, and the corpse's head slumped heavily. She rose gracefully and said casually:

"It's just a puppet, nothing more than another clumsy imitation of the Corpse Demon Technique. This needle has already made him lose consciousness."

"Puppet? The Shun family's puppetry technique?"

Chen Sha frowned and couldn't help but press for more information.

"Although it is a clumsy imitation of the Corpse Demon Technique, it is still superior to ordinary wooden or iron golems."

Fang Zhiyi patiently explained to everyone:

"It involves using secret techniques to transform a person into a puppet while they are still alive. As a result, the puppet and its master are in perfect harmony, without the need for strings."

"..."

Her tone was as light and airy as ever, but everyone who heard it was terrified.

The secret art of turning living people into puppets?

It doesn't sound much better than the Corpse Demon Technique.

"Who on earth is researching such heinous and inhuman magic every day?!"

Xie Yunqi's face scrunched up in a frown.

"Feel sorry."

Fang Zhiyi smiled and sighed:

"This technique is indeed related to my father. He was well aware of the wonders of the Corpse Demon Technique, so he tried to research this secret technique that could replace it. Unfortunately, he eventually realized that the power of the Corpse Demon Technique was irreplaceable."

"In that case, do you know who else in the world, besides the Ghost Doctor, knows this secret art? And who is the master of this puppet?"