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Chapter 382: Exorcism
Seriously? There's some kind of disturbance in the city too?

The idea only flashed through Zhou You's mind before he rejected it.

But that doesn't make sense. All the major cities in the world have Buddhist and Taoist formations, and even the worst ones have incense and temples to suppress them. Those that can directly break in are all extremely powerful evil spirits. It can't be just this little bit of noise, right?
And for some reason, Zhou You felt that those things looked somewhat familiar.

After frowning and thinking for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead, then pulled out a tattered book from behind his back and flipped through it casually.

After a while, a hint of understanding appeared in Zhou You's eyes.

It is definitely not a case of evil spirits.

It is a spell cast by a living person.

Moreover, it's something that's familiar to most people.

— Corpse transport.

This is considered a type of magic from western Hunan, not one of the nine schools of magic. It was originally used to guide the deceased back to their hometown, and after many years of development, it has also developed into many different schools.

For example, the Meng family who practiced corpse refining, the Gongsun family who used earth-遁 (a type of magical escape technique), and the Zhuang family who traded corpses for flesh.
And along this journey.
Zhou You's gaze gradually turned cold and serious.

It's my wife.

This family's reputation was similar to that of the evil sects among the nine classes of people; they were universally hated. Earlier, they had been driven out of their base in western Hunan because of the many immoral things they had done. According to a remark Old Man Li had made before, his wife's family had been out of contact for years and they were probably dead somewhere.

It's quite surprising that they're still alive, but what are they doing here?
Zhou You's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He had a feeling that something was wrong. Of course, normally this matter had nothing to do with him. After all, no matter how inhuman his wife was, she had nothing to do with the White Clan. The best thing for him to do now was to cover his head, lie down on the bed, and let whatever happened to him. It was none of his business anyway.

but.

In the end, Zhou You held his breath and squeezed through the window, then stepped onto the eaves and followed silently like a cat.

The further they went in, the stronger this feeling of unease became.

It's so quiet.

Indeed, the corpse-driving sect possesses methods to ward off idlers—otherwise, such a large number of corpses walking on the road would have caused a great disturbance long ago—but that only applies to ordinary people. Cultivators like Zhou You, or soldiers tainted with malevolent energy, are completely unaffected.

But from beginning to end, not a single person came out to stop it.

Neither the mages nor the army stationed in the city came out to stop them.

"Well, I feel like this is getting increasingly conspiratorial."

As Zhou You muttered to himself, he followed the pile of corpses through the outer city, into the concession, and past several familiar buildings, including the restaurant, before finally stopping in front of an exquisite little villa.

The caster wasn't there; instead, several similar corpses lay near the gate, many of them mutilated, the rest wounded, clearly having recently engaged in a fierce battle.

However, the corpses felt neither pain nor fear. Replenished by new life, they quickly surged forward again.

What followed was a loud roar and shouts of killing.

"You bunch of bastards, don't even think about touching a hair on his head!"

Wait a minute, why does that voice sound so familiar?

Zhou You vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but this feeling quickly materialized into reality—a massive, bear-like body burst out of the main entrance of the Western-style building.

He was holding the head of one corpse in one hand, like he was grabbing a chick, while his other hand reached around the waist of a second corpse. Then, with both hands, he slammed the two objects to the ground with all his might.

‘Pah! ’

It was like two water bags bursting instantly.

This person is as strong as a wild bear!
Moreover, Zhou You had just met this guy a few hours ago.

It was Feng Qianlin's servant who was very unfriendly to him.

—I knew getting involved with this guy would never end well. See, trouble has come my way!

Just as Zhou You was cursing under his breath, the servant had already swept away several more zombies like a tiger among sheep in the blink of an eye. This guy was not only strong, but his body was also incredibly tough. The nails and teeth of those zombies could not even scratch his skin, leaving only a shallow scratch.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong he was, he was still all alone.

But these zombies are constantly being replenished.

Soon, four or five corpses grabbed the strong man's legs, and several others grabbed his arms. Although this still couldn't harm his well-trained body, it at least restrained his hands and feet.

Taking advantage of this gap, seven or eight corpses broke through the gate and filed in!

"Shang Jun!" the burly man roared in desperation. Several corpses were broken and fractured by his brute force, but soon, more surged forward, until he was submerged in the numerous rotting, foul-smelling bodies—

But Zhou You ignored him.

First, although he was being held back, he was still not going to die—that's how reassuring it was to have high defense. Second, the leader of this horde of corpses had not yet shown up, and if he were to expose himself rashly, it would easily alert that guy.

As for the option of completely ignoring it and going back to sleep...
Damn, now that we're all here, how could he possibly do something like that?

He followed the corpses into the house, and unsurprisingly, the lights were off—but that didn't bother Zhou You. He hid in the shadows and watched the zombies stagger up the stairs, as if he had a premonition, until they reached a door on the second floor.

After several heavy blows, the expensive mahogany door was broken open.

As expected, Feng Qianlin was sitting in a chair, dressed neatly.

Despite the perilous situation, he remained calm, simply straightening his clothes and speaking to the corpses.

"It seems you have quite a few guests today. Do you have any reservations? I'm very busy and really don't have time to serve uninvited guests."

half an hour.

Suddenly, a laugh rang out.

The laughter was so strange that it was hard to tell whether it came from a man or a woman, or whether the person was old or young—all that could be heard was its mocking tone.

"Master Feng is really bold. He's about to be killed, and he still asks if we have an appointment? Hmm. I wonder how much of his calmness is genuine and how much is just an act?"

Feng Qianlin ignored the barbed tone of the words, instead squinting as he observed the group of zombies. Then, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

"Fine, if there's no appointment, there's no appointment. I'll just consider it an accident where someone cut in line. But then again, I knew from the moment I showed up that someone would definitely come looking for me, but I really didn't expect them to come so quickly. Hey you, to be honest, I'm quite curious too. How did you guys manage to do that?"

The man from who-knows-where, like a vulture, casually sneered.

"Answering this question is no problem for you, Second Master—to be honest, because of your arrogant behavior, many people dislike you. So, your itinerary has long been sold to us, and tonight is no exception. The powerful figures in the city have tacitly approved of this action, as long as I can deal with you before dawn." "Tsk, I really can't believe it. One minute they were flattering me and fawning over me like a pack of lapdogs, and the next they're doing such a despicable thing."

Feng Qianlin crossed his legs, shook his head and sighed—before leaving, he lit a cigarette and took a casual puff.

As he slowly exhaled the white mist, he then spoke again.

"And you, where did you come from, and who invited you?"

He hadn't expected an answer, but for some reason, the person in the shadows smiled in perfect unison.

"Naturally, it's Yu Sanzhi, the head of the family."

"I was just asking casually, and you really want to know?"

"Anyway, I was just hired by him. He didn't tell me not to reveal my identity, so I can just say it."

Feng Qianlin frowned, lost in thought.

"He's the uncrowned king of the North's underworld now. But the problem is, I don't think I've ever provoked him, have I? Besides, my family gives him a considerable share of our shady business every year, so I'm one of his big spenders. How dare he lay a hand on me?"

"It's very simple—not long ago, someone came to his door, offering him an exorbitant price he couldn't refuse, and specifically demanding that he kill you—the chosen one born since the Wing King Shi Dakai."

Zhou You, who was secretly performing a ritual to search for people, was taken aback.

How did this involve me again?
But he quickly realized that the 'chosen one' did not refer to him, but to this Feng Qianlin, the Second Master Feng.

Wait a minute, is this another time traveler holding a black book?
However, Zhou You scratched his head and carefully observed for a long time, but could not find any trace of the black book on it.

From any perspective, he is an ordinary person, except that he is physically strong and obviously exercises regularly, there is nothing unusual about him.

But just as someone was scratching their head in confusion, Feng Qianlin continued to laugh.

"If it's just about price, we can actually negotiate quite well. After all, while our Feng family may not be the most powerful in the world, we can certainly outmaneuver any two of the eight major Shanxi merchants. I can offer you and Chief Yu two, no, even three times the price."

The man laughed.

"As expected of the wealthy and powerful Master Feng, he's definitely different from us poor wretches. It's a pity about the price he quoted..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Feng Qianlin's eyes turned serious, and he suddenly pulled out a pistol from the cushion beside him, pointed it at a spot on the ceiling, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

Soon, a pool of filthy blood slowly flowed out of the hole.

—Did you take them down?!

However, before Feng Qianlin could relax his brows, that strange, sarcastic voice rang out again.

"As expected of Master Feng, you are truly resourceful. While feigning friendship with us, you were searching for our hiding place—yet you still dared to try to turn the tide in this situation. Moreover, it seems that you, Master Feng, know quite a bit about our sect, and you also know that if we want to accurately control the walking corpses, we must be nearby."

Immediately, the man's voice turned mocking.

"But unfortunately, we can also use the walking corpses as a transit point—Master Feng, why don't you guess how many of my hidden baits are in this house, and how many shots you need to fire to find the real me?"

Feng Qianlin's face suddenly darkened.

After laughing for a while, the man finally spoke haltingly.

"Seriously, I haven't had such a good laugh in ages. It wasn't for nothing that I dawdled and waited all this time—Master Feng, I think you should just surrender. Although our Chief Yu can't refuse this commission, you know what kind of person he is, he won't hand you over easily. If there's a chance, you might be able to live a little longer—although you'll definitely lose something by then, hahahahahahahahaha!"

The moment that maniacal laughter rang out, the zombies seemed to receive some kind of command and prepared to swarm forward.

Feng Qianlin slowly stood up and pointed his gun at the zombies.

Brother Xu is currently fighting outside, and it seems he won't be able to break free anytime soon. He had negotiated a protection plan with the people in the concession through various exchanges of benefits that night, but now it appears they've treated the agreement as worthless, only waiting to devour his carcass like vultures after his death.
"A bunch of short-sighted fools. Do they really think those guys will let them off so easily after I'm dead?"

—Now, we've reached a dead end.

But Feng Qianlin only took a deep drag of his cigarette and then spat it on the ground.

No need to aim, the zombies wouldn't dodge anyway, so I just fired and shot one of them in the head.

The body, now without support, fell straight down, then the gun was turned to another, and another shot was fired.

Another headshot.

In the face of life-or-death crisis, his mediocre marksmanship became surprisingly accurate, killing a zombie with every shot.

But here's the thing.

All he had in his hand was a Colt revolver.

Although it was a special gift from a friend abroad and also his favorite gun, its magazine capacity is only six rounds.

Moreover, the last shot will inevitably be reserved for oneself.

Soon, accompanied by five gunshots, five bodies fell to the ground.

Then, Feng Qianlin took a deep breath and pointed the gun at his chin without hesitation.

Rather than fall into enemy hands and suffer humiliation, it's better to end it all cleanly and decisively—he had already prepared for this ending many years ago, from the moment he embarked on this path.

He was not afraid of death; if he could be like that man, death would even be something he would gladly accept.

His only regret now is this.

All the grand plans I've been working on for so long have ultimately failed here.

"If I miss this opportunity, who knows how many years it will be before I get another one, Wing King, I am ultimately—"

however.

Just as he slowly closed his eyes, about to pull the trigger...

A blade of light, as bright as moonlight, suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)