Lingzhang

Chapter 95 Zhan Kong
The room was quiet, as if Uncle Zhou, who had fled in panic in the narrow alley, had not yet returned to the community.

But for Yue Hanzhang, who has reached his current level of cultivation, the rusty security door in front of him is almost as if it is unguarded.

He could keenly hear the uneasy breathing sound belonging to Uncle Zhou in the room.

"Uncle, it's me, Xiao Yue."

Yue Hanzhang opened his mouth and called out softly in a low voice.

But apart from the increasingly restless breathing sound, there was no other noise in the darkness and silence.

Yue Hanzhang also fell silent.

He waited quietly for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the security door twice.

Still no response.

Yue Hanzhang's tightly pursed lips opened slightly, as if he was letting out a silent sigh at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, Yue Hanzhang took out a bulging rag bag from his arms.

As Yue Hanzhang shook his wrist slightly, the crisp sound of jade seeds colliding came from the rag bag.

When looking at it in the moonlight, what was inside the rag pocket were spindle-shaped grayish-white jade seeds the size of a fingertip.

The jade seed as a whole shows irregular surface undulations in the identical replica.

When you look closely, these seemingly natural gullies seem to be connected to form a mysterious seal.

This is the talisman money commonly used within the Taoist Alliance.

The gray coins in the rag bag were the "tolls" that Uncle Zhou had taken out and placed on the ground in the narrow alley just now.

In that split second, Yue Hanzhang used underworld jargon to frighten Xu Shicheng, and only bought Uncle Zhou a brief chance to escape for a few breaths.

At that time, Uncle Zhou reacted very decisively. He didn't even look at his savings on the ground, and he just climbed over the wall and escaped.

It was Yue Hanzhang who, while cleaning up the scene in the narrow alley, picked up the talisman money scattered by Uncle Zhou.

At this moment, he put the rag bag in his hand at the door.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm returning the money you left on the road."

After saying that, Yue Hanzhang turned around. At this moment, Yue Hanzhang, who clearly had mastered extremely advanced martial arts, stepped on the stairs, but his footsteps made the heavy sound that an ordinary person of his weight would make.

Then, after more than ten breaths, the security door that was originally tightly closed was slowly opened.

Uncle Zhou appeared outside the door.

He bent down and picked up the rag bag on the ground. At this moment, under the moonlight, Uncle Zhou's face was full of extremely vicissitudes of life and complexity.

He seemed to have many emotions surging in his heart. In the silence, at this moment, Uncle Zhou was not even as calm as when he faced Xu Shicheng's sharp edge and threat.

"Ugh--"

In the end, all the complicated emotions turned into a sigh from Uncle Zhou.

He turned around and closed the rusty security door.

It was as if to separate the fighting between martial artists that took place that night from the poor and monotonous life in the shantytowns.

At this moment, Yue Hanzhang, who had been watching all this quietly at the corner of the stairs, turned around and left silently.

There was no meeting or conversation between him and Uncle Zhou.

But in this silence, they seemed to have said everything that needed to be said.

It's time to leave the dilapidated building community, leave in the true sense of the word.

Soon, Yue Hanzhang made up his mind and walked a few steps to his own cement room. Looking at the extremely simple furnishings in the room, Yue Hanzhang quickly cleaned up all his things.

When you go downstairs and reach the entrance of the community.

Yue Hanzhang suddenly stopped and turned back to look at the place that was already very familiar to him.

This night was truly an experience of mixed emotions.

First he got a new home, then he clearly killed the troublemaker, but then he had to say goodbye to his past life.

Until this moment, the words of Xu Shicheng, who was clearly dead, began to have an impact on Yue Hanzhang at this moment——

"A real dragon has emerged from the shallow water. Out! Out! Out! The real dragon is no longer in the fucking shallow water!"

He always felt that this wasn't the way things should be in the world.

But in fact, as if it was a prophecy coming true, Yue Hanzhang found that he had to do so.

If Yue Hanzhang did not want to bring the aftershocks of the storm to his already suffering neighbors in the dilapidated community, his best choice would be to say goodbye to his past life.

I said goodbye reluctantly.

This emotion was difficult for him to let go, and Yue Hanzhang soon transferred it to the root cause of this series of bad things.

Xu Shicheng died at his own hands, he deserved to die.

But there are many noble families like him who only care about their own private interests.

What should I do if I encounter it again?

After just a brief thought, Yue Hanzhang felt that it would be more satisfying to kill scum like this.

Thinking of this, Yue Hanzhang's mood seemed to become cheerful as well.

So he no longer stopped to look back.

So he carried the package on his shoulder and left the dilapidated building community without looking back.
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At the same time, in the suburbs, in the bad zone closer to the city center.

Beside the slightly wide road, Xu Shijin was leaning against a high wall beside the road.

At this moment, his unprecedentedly tall and straight figure exuded a certain unique aura of arrogance that could be identified at a glance as that of a martial arts master.

Next to him was a sharp sword that was half a man's height, its edge gleaming coldly under the moonlight. This was a completely different attitude from the cowardly Xu Shijin of the past.

Even in that eerie main hall in the northern suburbs, this attitude was never revealed.

At this moment, Xu Shijin seemed like a martial arts hero in a historical novel, waiting under the moonlight for a destined, fateful duel that belonged to him.

And if you look closely, it is this wide road that is the only way from the dark side of the city in the eastern suburbs to the city center. As long as Xu Shicheng finishes his work in the suburbs, he will return to the city center.

This is the place he must pass through.

This is the burial place that Xu Shijin had carefully planned and chosen for him!
Every once in a while, there was a whistling and sobbing sound brought by the cold wind.

Xu Shijin seemed to have practiced some secret martial arts that could accumulate power.

It was in the howling of the cold wind that the arrogant aura emanating from his body grew more and more vigorous with each gust of wind whistling past, and then, a vague murderous intent brewed from within.

Time passed little by little as Xu Shijin was in a state of preparation.

The night wind is strong.

The wind is blowing.

stern.

……

After a long time, Xu Shijin no longer maintained his original cool pose. He jumped several times in the same place against the cold wind. After activating the blood circulation, he shook his shoulders which had become very stiff against the wall.

He frowned and looked towards the outskirts of the city.

I waited for so long, but the person I wanted to see did not appear.

Where did Xu Shicheng go?

For this night's confrontation, in order to make that useless scum who acted arrogant all day long show an expression of shock, astonishment, pain and regret, Xu Shijin had prepared for too long and paid too much.

Even during the many sleepless nights when he tossed and turned, Xu Shijin had prepared so many words for today's meeting, words that were so heartbreaking and would make him extremely happy.

But now, with everything ready, the "East Wind" just refuses to come.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, a light curtain popped up on the bracelet on Xu Shijin's forearm. It was a tree-like picture that looked very strange.

There is no clear text on it.

There are only green dots arranged one after another on the tree diagram.

At this moment, suddenly, the green dot displayed at the highest position in the center of the tree diagram gradually dimmed in a series of flashes, and the color also tended to change from green to red.

"Dead—?"

At the original place, there was a look of disbelief on Xu Shijin's face.

But the dot never stopped changing, its frequency was getting faster and faster, and even as the dot flashed, a dark red edge color also flashed at the edge of the light curtain.

Without giving Xu Shijin time to think too much, he flipped his hand and took out a bracelet that looked very old, as if it had been used many times. The bracelet was just held on Xu Shijin's fingertips, and the breathing light was still flashing.

Then, Xu Shijin fastened the bracelet to his other wrist.

As the breathing light flickered, it resonated and adjusted with Xu Shijin's own breathing frequency. When he looked again, the flickering dots on the light curtain stabilized again.

The emerald green color hung high in the sky, presenting a peaceful scene as if Xu Shicheng was still alive.

The changes on the light screen finally stagnated.

And at the same place, Xu Shijin still frowned and looked towards the suburbs with confusion.

He couldn't understand why Xu Shicheng had to use such an unconventional trick and what he had done to put his own life in danger.

Why did he die? How could he die like this?
How could he die like this!

At this moment, Xu Shijin felt as if he was holding a heart full of hatred, sharpening a precious sword until it could cut hair, and when he was about to chop at the source of his hatred, blood was drawn.

The feeling of loss that the source of hatred died first.

The sword cut into the air.

The dead cannot be resurrected, so how can I vent my anger and hatred? And to whom should I vent it?

Is it God's will playing tricks on us?
That feeling of extreme emptiness was even distorting Xu Shijin's anger and hatred, which had nowhere to vent.

And as his face became more and more hideous.

It seemed that through these series of incidents, from the unexpected failure of the Youquan ceremony to the unexpected death of Xu Shicheng, Xu Shijin finally felt that the situation was getting out of his control.

So, subconsciously, Xu Shijin took out the mysterious black jade, as if he was going to make a phone call to someone.

But then, perhaps the words of the old man in black robe in the main hall that day resurfaced in Xu Shijin's mind.

Or perhaps because of Xu Shicheng's unexpected death, Xu Shijin no longer had the energy or interest to care about anything else in this game.

It’s boring, let love be what it is.

So he turned around, picked up the sword that was leaning against the wall, and left towards the center of the city without looking back.
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The next day, early in the morning.

It was a rare weekend, scheduled between competitions.

In the same safe house, in the spacious office in the basement, Yue Hanzhang and Huang Zhishu sat opposite each other on a U-shaped sofa.

This time, the familiar place was where Huang Zhishu visited Yue Hanzhang.

"I prepared a few surprises for you overnight."

Hearing this, Huang Zhishu placed the stack of documents that she had been holding in front of her chest on the table.

At the original spot, Yue Hanzhang only glanced casually and saw the contract format with densely packed handwriting on the documents.

"Oh? What's the surprise? You tell me first. I just happened to prepare a surprise for you as well."

(End of this chapter)