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Feng Sheng had a wonderful dream in which he saw his deceased great-aunt and learned that because of her merits in controlling floods and saving people during her lifetime, she had become the local county lord after her death and was enjoying the incense offerings.

Moreover, in the dream, his aunt betrothed him to Xin Shisi Niang, whom he had been longing for, and even gave him the address of Shisi Niang's home. He was just waiting for him to bring the betrothal letter so that he could win the beauty's heart.

"Ugh."

Feng sighed, regretting that his dream had ended and he hadn't been able to win the heart of his beloved.

Footsteps outside shattered his beautiful dream.

"Master."

"what happened?"

Feng Sheng looked towards the door, a sudden thought forming in his mind.

"Could it be that Fourteenth Sister has arrived?"

"What Fourteenth Sister?" The servant asked anxiously, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan. "You'd better get up quickly, the bandit army has already broken in."

"What bandit army?" Feng Sheng hadn't reacted yet.

It wasn't until the constant exclamations outside that he fully snapped out of his dazed state. He thought to himself, "This is bad," and tried to get up, but he fell to the ground with a thud, crying out in pain.

"Why did the bandits enter my residence?" Feng Sheng rubbed his aching tailbone. "Where is my father?"

"The master has been summoned for questioning and is outside now."

Suddenly, a deafening "boom" sounded outside the window, making his heart skip a beat and causing Feng Sheng's body to tremble violently.

He suddenly remembered hearing someone say that the King of Thieves could control thunder.

Feng Sheng scrambled out of the room, while the servants in the courtyard obediently gathered together, heads bowed, looking just like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered.

Fortunately, the number of bandits who rushed in was not large; they were just carrying black pipes and iron bars, with a knife at their waist.

But there were two corpses on the ground in front of us.

"Ugh." Feng Sheng wanted to vomit, but when the bandits glanced at him, he swallowed it back with a "gulp".

Feng's father stood properly in front of a soldier in black.

As expected, it was a bandit army that had stormed into the city. However, Feng Sheng wondered why they had targeted his home. He lamented inwardly.

"right here?"

“Our ancestors are all enshrined in the ancestral hall.”

Who was in charge of flood control during their lifetime?

"You've heard about it too?" Mr. Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The good deeds of his elders were widely known, and perhaps today's event was a visit from the descendants of those he had saved years ago.

He deliberately ignored the two corpses on the ground outside.

"Yes, of course I've heard of it. Our general has given the order," the bandit leader said. "Who cares what they were in life? If they don't stay properly in their clay statues after death and dare to try to seduce the general and steal his people, we'll tear down their temple and extinguish their incense!"

"No, absolutely not... Ouch!" Father Feng was kicked away and rolled like a gourd to the front of the ancestral hall.

He has already expressed his filial piety; he can only hope that his ancestors will pray for their own good fortune and that they will not cause him any trouble in his dreams tonight.

The bandits had already picked up iron bars and smashed them against the shrine where the ancestral tablets were enshrined. With a "crack," the sandalwood tablet broke in two, and one half of it hit Feng Sheng right in front of his toes, making him turn pale with fright.

Only after the person left did Feng Sheng dare to help his father up.

Looking at the broken memorial tablet on the ground, Feng Sheng was greatly shocked. The fact that someone had come to cause trouble for his great-aunt who had been dead for many years proved that his great-aunt was not lying.

After her death, she truly became the ruler of a prefecture.

"Could it be that the dream I had was real?"

My aunt really did become a goddess, and she even betrothed Xin Shisi Niang to me.

The opportunity to win the heart of your beauty is just around the corner.

"Auntie, Auntie!" Feng Sheng immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "You must help me!"

He kowtowed and begged for a while but received no response. Then he remembered the address he had received in his dream and decided to go find Xin Shisi Niang.

Feng Sheng was initially worried that the city would be inaccessible after the bandit king entered, but after trying to take people out, he found that everything was the same as before, without any change.

Before Feng Sheng could even knock on the door of the Xin family mansion, the lacquered gate opened from the inside.

"Is it Young Master Feng?"

"It is indeed this junior." Seeing that the other party's clothes and demeanor were extraordinary, Feng Sheng quickly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Don't take offense, we're family from now on," the middle-aged man said with a smile. "I am Fourteenth Sister's father."

Upon realizing it was his future father-in-law, Feng bowed again.

Is Fourteenth Sister at home?

"She just went out again," Master Xin frowned.

When he learned that Shisi Niang and Tan Wenjie were together, he thought of using force to separate them, but he did not expect that the other party, as a local bandit king, had a kingly aura. Ordinary monsters would find it difficult to even get close to him, let alone harm him.

It was really difficult to explain the truth to Feng Sheng. The fox spirits didn't care about their reputation, but human scholars valued it extremely. They wouldn't dare to make the slightest mistake in a marriage arranged by the county magistrate.

In other words, his cultivation level was inferior to that of Shisi Niang; otherwise, he would have forced her to marry Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng didn't think too much about it. Since the county magistrate was acting as matchmaker, they simply agreed on an auspicious day for the betrothal ceremony.

Back at the Feng residence, the atmosphere inside was subtle.

Using the excuse that he had no appetite, Feng Sheng went back to his room, lay down, and quickly fell asleep. In his hazy state, he floated on clouds and arrived at a certain place, where he once again saw the kind old woman who claimed to be his aunt.

She seemed to be saying something to two tall, thin figures.

The two figures bowed and said, "Please rest assured, Your Highness. We are two brothers who are ghost soldiers from the underworld. It's fine if we can't break into the imperial palace, but the camp of a mere bandit king is nothing to worry about. We will capture the bandit king's soul later and hand it over to Your Highness for judgment."

The county lord said, "That bandit king has acted erratically, causing war and widespread suffering. Your capture of his soul is also a way to rid the people of a scourge."

Feng Sheng was amazed by the two men's slender figures, guessing they were allies. He wasn't afraid of the inhuman scene.

Black smoke drifted by, and the two figures disappeared.

"Good grandson."

"Auntie."

The meeting between the grandfather and grandson was exceptionally harmonious.

……

Inside the city, at the government office.

Tan Wenjie arranged for his men to smash the ancestral hall and dilapidated temple of the Ghost County Lord, but he regarded it as a trivial matter and did not take it to heart.

On the contrary, other miscellaneous tasks were dealt with until the wee hours of the morning.

As night deepened, Tan Wenjie blew out the candles and lay down on the bed with his eyes closed.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't hear any cicadas chirping outside, which immediately alerted him; something was wrong.

"Tan—Wen—Jie—!" Someone was calling his name from outside the window.

The window creaked open in the wind, and a long, pointed head with an extremely long neck peered in from outside.

"Tan Wenjie, what are you waiting for? It's time to get going."

Tan Wenjie sat up abruptly. Seeing the ghost, he felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, he grabbed the sword leaning against the headboard.

"You audacious evil spirit, how dare you try to take my soul?"

He drew his sword and took two quick steps, the sword's edge gleaming with moonlight as he thrust it straight at the ugly head peering in through the window.

"When I was subduing demons and monsters, you were probably still in some placenta eating Uncle Wang's phlegm next door!"

The ugly head grinned, ignoring the sword tip that was thrust at him, and raised its hand to grab Tan Wenjie.

The tip of the sword arrived even earlier.

"puff!"

The sword, as hot as a knife cutting through oil, easily pierced the ugly face, accompanied by a hissing white smoke.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Tan Wenjie used a dragging and slashing technique from the broadsword. With a pull and a tug, the ugly ghost's head was split in two, and then it was sliced ​​off from his neck.

The headless body left the window and wandered around the yard like a headless fly. After struggling for a while, it turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

He had become the leader of the rebels, and his noble destiny was far beyond the reach of ordinary ghosts. There was a noise coming from the roof. Tan Wenjie turned around and found another thin ghost soldier. Seeing that things were not going well, the other party turned and ran. Although he did not know how to ride the clouds, he could travel hundreds of miles a day by riding the Yin Wind. As long as he escaped from the yamen, he could save his life.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind. The ghost soldier turned around and saw that Tan Wenjie had pulled out an iron pipe and was pointing it at him.

"boom!"

Flames spewed from the gun muzzle, accompanied by thunder.

The ghost soldier was shot in the back and his back exploded immediately. He staggered forward and ran away. Once he was out of Tan Wenjie's sight, he quickly disappeared without a trace.

Tan Wenjie let out a breath, quickly checked his pistol, and then tore the now-ineffective talisman off the sword.

Since he already knew that there were demons and monsters in this world, how could he not make preparations in advance?

Lu Daoren, who was forcibly dragged over, was then responsible for drawing talismans for him.

Tan Wenjie has a lot of experience in the art of talismans. He has a good relationship with the gods in the heavens, especially with the phrase "Taishang Laojun, hurry as the law commands," because he really knows Taishang Laojun.

"The only one who would dare to cause me trouble at this time is probably that Ghost Princess. I just smashed her temple during the day, and now she's coming to take revenge tonight."

This just proves that the other party is not some kind of benevolent ghost or deity.

Those who disregard the rules and directly steal the souls of living beings deserve to die.

……

The illusory ghost soldier flew back to the Ghost County Lord.

Feng Sheng had already left. Not long after he left, Xin Shisi Niang arrived. She had heard that Tan Wenjie had smashed the temple of the county lord and was worried that the county lord would retaliate.

Before he could even speak, a ghost soldier, nearly scared out of his wits, entered the room.

“My lady, that man is no ordinary person. He killed my brother with a single sword strike, and he also used a strange magical artifact to beat me half to death.”

As Xin Shisi Niang was wondering what had happened, she turned to look at the Ghost Princess, only to find that the usually kind and amiable princess now had a livid face.

"He's just a bandit king, how dare he!"

Upon hearing the name "King of Thieves," Xin Shisi Niang knew who it referred to.

"The mortal world has nothing to do with me." Lord Guijun snorted coldly. "This matter ends here, but judging from his fate, I'm afraid he won't be able to run rampant for long."

Xin Shisi Niang: "?"

She thought that Gui Junjun was going to fight Tan Wenjie to the death, so why did she back down first? All the words she wanted to beg for mercy were stuck in her throat, unable to be swallowed or spat out.

The ghost soldier also looked up in astonishment: "Your Highness, we brothers were acting out of personal favoritism for you."

"Don't make false accusations. You two have abandoned your posts and disobeyed the orders of the Underworld Lord to capture souls. Now that something has happened, you want to come to me. It seems I have to report this matter to the Lord."

The Ghost County Lord simply turned his back on his promise.

She had little cultivation; she was only given the title of Ghost County Lord after her death because of her meritorious service in controlling floods during her lifetime. In reality, her magical power was not high, and she had always been diligent and conscientious, except for abusing her power to take care of her descendants.

In other words, she's a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong, yet she likes to take advantage of others.

Since the other party is a tough nut to crack and I can't handle them, I'll just pretend nothing happened.

The two ghost soldiers, who usually focused on capturing souls and possessed considerable skills, were killed and seriously injured by the opponent, indicating that the opponent not only had skillful methods but also an extremely high destiny.

"Fine!" The ghost soldier, his face ashen, got up and left.

I can't afford to offend either side, so I'd better leave.

Only Shisi Niang and Jun Jun remained in the room.

Xin Shisi Niang asked, "Your Highness, about my marriage to Young Master Feng..."

“It’s not suitable.” Guijun shook his head. “I had calculated that you two had some connection before, and since you were going through a love tribulation, I wanted to help you. But when I calculated again, I found that the connection between you two was so shallow.”

Xin Shisi Niang had a feeling that the reason why Gui Junjun said that she and Yayoi Sun were not destined to be together was definitely related to the skills that Tan Wenjie had shown tonight.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Shisi Niang bowed and left.

Having finally managed to send everyone away, Guijun could finally relax.

She does want to fulfill her offspring's wishes, but only if she doesn't put herself in danger. She just hopes this matter can end here.

The lifespan of an ordinary person is only a few decades, so it is nothing to worry about.

"So this is it."

A sound came from outside.

"Why wasn't this temple burned down? Look, you've been slacking off again."

"Please punish me, General!"

"Burning?!" The Ghost County Lord's expression changed drastically.

The temple gates burst open with a roar, and a figure covered in yellow talismans strode in under the moonlight, carrying a peculiar weapon at his waist and a sword covered in a thick layer of talismans.

Sensing the aura of lightning above, Guijun's eyes twitched. What a cautious person, just like a human lightning bolt.

His domineering aura is palpable; he must be that arrogant bandit king.

The bandit king circled around, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the Ghost County Lord.

Lord Guijun: "May I ask what brings you to my temple so late at night?"

“You sent people to take my soul, so of course I’m here for revenge.” As Tan Wenjie spoke, his men had already spontaneously gathered around the temple, pouring oil and piling firewood.

“You must be mistaken.” The Ghost County Lord shook his head. “I am just an ordinary county lord, in charge of local demons and monsters. I have no right to command the underworld officials.”

"I see." Tan Wenjie nodded. He really had no evidence to prove that the other party was the one who did it.

The cunning old woman, who abused her power and acted arrogantly within her own sphere of authority, was a truly despicable person.

Such people have no bottom line, bully the weak and fear the strong, and Tan Wenjie once again sentenced them to death in his heart.

“I smashed your ancestral hall and demolished your temple before, you must hate me to the bone,” Tan Wenjie said. “To avoid your revenge, I’d better kill you first.”

Lord Guijun: "Wait! I... I don't hold a grudge against the King. I'll pretend this never happened."

"But I don't believe it."

Tan Wenjie ran his fingers across the muzzle of the gun: "The thing I fear most is ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night."

A mere ghost county lord, made of clay and stone, has no way to escape the temple; only death awaits him.

The fire turned the last temple of the Ghost County Lord into a sea of ​​flames.

With the help of others, Tan Wenjie took off the yellow talisman on his body, and after taking off the outer layer of clothing, he took off another layer of protective talisman.

Finally, he took out the few magical artifacts he kept close to his body.

He rubbed his bruised chest and focused his attention on his score.

Rating: -710

He didn't lose points for treason, but he lost a lot of points for killing and arson along the way.

Tan Wenjie lost nearly two hundred points when he killed the Ghost County Lord.

Sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood. He wasn't in a hurry at all. Only when he was in a high enough position could he do good deeds on a larger scale.

"Someone, go to the Xin residence and deliver a letter."

……

In late autumn, the leaves are covered with frost.

At a key pass not far from the capital, two sentry soldiers stood guard, their breath steaming in the white mist.

Not far from them, a small team was crawling forward.

The team was slowly approaching, inch by inch, and they were speaking in hushed tones.

"That's about right, get into firing range."

"A swift victory is needed; take the city gates first."

"Yes!"

Suddenly, thunder roared over the peaceful pass.

Then, a series of loud "bang bang bang" sounds followed.

"The King of Thieves is coming!" (End of Chapter)