That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Chen Sha frowned, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

"I do not know."

Fang Zhiyi shrugged:

“My father was not a good person. He only believed in and was only willing to exchange things for benefits. If someone could give him what he wanted, he would exchange these magical arts for it. He didn’t care who he exchanged them for or what they were used for.”

"Outlaw!"

Chen Sha snorted coldly and angrily cursed as he flicked his sleeve.

Fang Zhiyi merely raised the corner of her mouth upon hearing this, without intending to refute it.

After all, everyone in the martial arts world knows that the Ghost Doctor is eccentric, unconventional, and has no medical ethics. He often refuses to save people in distress and has offended at least a thousand or ten thousand people.

Calling him a lawless outlaw is too lenient a condemnation.

"So, the good news is that our opponents don't possess the art of corpse demons; they're just skilled at using puppets?"

Lu Zhao couldn't help but give a bitter laugh at the end.

To be honest, he didn't think this thing was much better than a ghoul.

If this is just a poor imitation, then how terrifying must a real ghoul be? He dared not think about it.

……

Jiang Jingming's gaze swept over the crowd, and he frowned slightly.

"Besides that, these clones made of raven feathers also concern me."

From the moment the puppet was captured, all the dark figures vanished, disappearing into who-knows-where.

The real culprit has not yet shown up, but Jiang Jingming has a vague feeling that there must be some connection between these clones and puppets.

Perhaps finding this connection will reveal the true identity of the murderer.

As Jiang Jingming was pondering, suddenly, the puppet on the ground, which had previously lost consciousness, began to struggle violently.

The inescapable net wrapped around him looked as if it could be torn apart at any moment; it was hard to imagine that this was the power that a corpse could unleash.

"suppress!"

As Chen Sha gave the order, he personally grabbed a corner of the net.

Fang Zhiyi, who had always been calm and collected, suddenly raised an eyebrow, as if she had made an unexpected discovery.

Jiang Jingming noticed the change in her expression, but didn't know why.

However, things took an unexpected turn.

This is truly an extremely rare thing.

Chapter 143 I Won't Let You Die

The puppet's struggle intensified, and the sky seemed to grow even darker, as hoarse cries of crows mingled with the sound of the wind.

Xie Yunqi shivered inexplicably.

Ever since she woke up from her afternoon nap, a strange chill had been lingering in her heart.

Every time she suffered from insomnia late at night, she would look at the shadows of the tree branches cast by the moonlight outside the window and feel that they were menacing monsters hiding in dark corners beyond her sight, ready to pounce on her as soon as she closed her eyes.

Now, standing in the wind at Tingpu Villa, she felt the same way.

It seemed as if something extremely terrifying would suddenly jump out the moment she let her guard down.

The shadowy figures that had just vanished reappeared silently from all directions, but did not approach; they merely lingered around, like countless wandering ghosts.

Xie Yunqi tried to calm her breathing. She reached out and pulled out a jade pendant hanging around her neck, holding it in her hand.

This is a piece of jade that she has always carried with her since childhood. Her mother obtained it from a temple when she was a child, and it is believed to bring her peace, ward off illness, and protect her from disasters.

The jade pendant, still warm from her body, calmed Xie Yunqi down a bit. She took a breath and turned to talk to Jiang Jingming, but caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of her eye.

There are people there!

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Jingming's wrist.

Jiang Jingming stood with his sword held horizontally, stepping forward to shield her behind him, then looked up in the direction she was looking.

A dark figure stood on the altar, like an owl perched on a withered branch.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, but his black robe blended into the night, making him difficult to notice.

"..."

Jiang Jingming hesitated for only a moment; the next second, he swung his knife again.

There is no doubt that this is the enemy.

Jiang Jingming had never felt such a chilling and eerie aura from anyone before, like a dead person crawling out of a grave.

One glance is enough for you to know that he is a vengeful ghost.

Ah Qing, who was beside him, clearly realized this as well and acted even faster than Jiang Jingming.

The two stood on either side, one wielding a long sword horizontally, the other aiming a short sword at vital points. Their tacit understanding over the years meant they didn't even need the most basic eye contact.

Such a combination of techniques can be described as murderous, solitary, and fierce.

But the dark figure remained standing still, as if completely unaware of the impending danger.

In the blink of an eye, Ah Qing's sleeve dagger had already plunged deep into the shadowy figure's heart.

Realizing she had hit her target, she didn't hold back; instead, she spun the hilt even more fiercely.

This is the cruelest method, enough to shred the enemy's entire heart alive.

Jiang Jingming held his long sword across the shadowy figure's neck, and with a slight flick, tore open the black robe.

"..."

Jiang Jingming tightened his grip on the knife slightly.

The face beneath the black robe was exactly the same as the puppet that had just been captured by the net of heaven and earth—a blue-faced, fanged, and blood-filled eye socket.

Jiang Jingming swung his blade sharply to the side.

His head flew high into the air, without a drop of blood, and landed with a heavy thud, still bearing the sinister grin.

Chen Sha stood behind the two, slightly startled. He had long known that the two young men's swordsmanship was not to be underestimated, but now he was truly surprised.

The Divine Capital Guard is known for its many talented young men, but there is practically no one who can truly fight these two.

Lu Zhao is already considered one of the best among the younger generation, but if these two really tried to kill him, he wouldn't even last a single round.

"Jingming, watch out behind you!"

Xie Yunqi called out hurriedly.

Hearing her reminder, Jiang Jingming hadn't even turned around when he thrust out a knife with his other hand.

The tip of the knife struck a solid object, and Jiang Jingming used the momentum to turn around and unleash a powerful horizontal slash.

It's another puppet that's exactly the same as the one before.

The difference is that this time there are two.

Jiang Jingming's blade sliced ​​through the chest of one puppet, then was grabbed by another puppet's bare hands. He tried to pull it back, but couldn't.

Such power is definitely not something ordinary humans possess; Wu Jiu seemed to have been inserted into a crevice in the rock.

Without hesitation, Jiang Jingming released the hilt of his sword, clenched his fist, and punched the puppet hard in the face.

He wasn't skilled in fist and palm techniques; this punch was almost like a wide swing punch used in a street brawl.

However, the powerful punch sent the puppet flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Aqing quickly followed from the other side, slashing her sword to sever the puppet's hands and arms together, retrieving Wujiu from her grasp, and lightly wiping it on her sleeve.

"How many of these puppets are there?"

Xie Yunqi looked at the countless dark figures wandering around him, feeling anxious.

If this continues, even if everyone's strength is exhausted, we still won't be able to kill them all.

"Logically speaking, as long as this person has the energy, he can create countless of them."

Fang Zhiyi leaned against the pillar next to her and smiled.

"Sister Fang, stop laughing! Quickly think of a solution!"

Xie Yunqi was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first, Xiao Qi?"

Fang Zhiyi crossed her arms and smiled sweetly.

"Great news! Great news!"

Xie Yunqi answered impatiently.

She desperately needed some good news to calm her nerves; staying here any longer was driving her crazy with anxiety.

"The good news is that I don't think he has that much energy to create countless puppets. There are probably only seven here."

"Seven..."

Xie Yunqi counted in his mind and was immediately delighted:

"We just caught one, and now we've killed three more, so there are only four left!"

"Yes, but there's also bad news."

Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly.

Xie Yunqi felt uneasy at her laughter and asked tremblingly:

"Sister Fang, don't scare me! What's the bad news?"

"Here."

Fang Zhiyi raised her chin, indicating that she should see for herself.

Xie Yunqi turned around tremblingly, almost fainting for a moment.

The puppet whose head had just been severed slowly stood up, still headless.

The head that had rolled to the other side returned to his feet, and in full view of everyone, he picked up his own head and put it back.

Amidst the pervasive stench of decay, the head miraculously reattached itself to the neck.

"vomit!"

Xie Yunqi covered his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

She had witnessed countless bizarre things along the way, but this scene once again pushed the boundaries of her understanding.

Aqing handed the cleaned Wujiu back to Jiang Jingming, silently watching the three puppets that had stood up again in front of her.

Jiang Jingming leaned against her back, their body heat passing between them through their clothes.

Looking at the black crow feathers fluttering in the sky, Jiang Jingming sighed softly:

"Ah Qing, why do we keep encountering these strange things?"

"do not know."

Aqing thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head.

I've certainly encountered many strange and difficult-to-kill creatures along the way. Some have eaten the Dream Drum and can only be killed by beheading, while others have been resurrected by secret magic and can only be killed by a broken heart. I wonder what I'll do this time.

"Fang Zhiyi, the Great Physician."

In this situation, Jiang Jingming turned to the only calm and collected person present and asked her for help:

"Any tips or tricks?"

"Um......"

Fang Zhiyi pursed her lips, seemingly deep in thought.

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to break this deadlock either. However, the secret techniques my father researched are usually related to his extremely persistent belief in the boundary between life and death. Just like that man-eating ghost that came back to life before, it cannot be killed by conventional means because it is an inanimate object."

Hearing her say that, Jiang Jingming thought it made a lot of sense.