Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 196 Tonight is a Night of Terror for Evil Spirits
Was the killing excessive?
When Li Xuan had killed two thousand people by the end of the Qing Dynasty, he had considered this issue. After all, Zhang Daoling's methods of exorcising demons were too extreme and had also been criticized by the Northern Emperor.

He kept thinking, if there were thousands or even tens of thousands of evil people or demons, and he could kill them all if he worked hard, should he kill them all, or judge them one by one and send them to hell?
About this question.

Li Xuan came up with two solutions:

First, if the target is trapped in a certain area and cannot harm innocent people, then proceed with the trial slowly.

Second, if the number of targets is large and cannot be effectively controlled, then kill them to avoid causing greater harm! Knowing the consequences but not killing them is no different from committing a crime together.

The black man in front of me was completely reduced to ashes.

Qing stood there blankly. When he came, he had taken out his rusty sword, one of his few treasured possessions. He thought he would use it in this fierce battle, but unexpectedly, the battle was over in less than five minutes.

The five minutes also included a conversation between Li Xuan and Blackie.

Qing felt as if he had finally found a powerful backer.

When he was a ghost messenger, he was greedy for small gains and did many stupid things, but fortunately, he did not kill wandering ghosts or living people indiscriminately like Brother Hei.

While the fear of unexpected setbacks was one of the reasons, not doing it is simply not doing it.

At this moment, Qingzheng looked at Li Xuan differently. Li Xuan was no longer just a person, but Qingzheng's future, a bright future!
After Li Xuan finished doing all that, he asked, "Do you know of any other evil spirits that are causing trouble in the human world? The night is long, let's do more good deeds."

In the past, Qingzheng would have refused the mission without a team of three or five ghost messengers.

but now……

Aren't three or five ghost messengers tied together still ghost messengers?
Three cobblers are never equal to one Zhuge Liang.

Qing straightened his chest and said, "Yes, I not only know the names, but I also have a booklet with photos in it!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled a small booklet from his pocket and handed it to Li Xuan. The booklet contained detailed information about many evil spirits and vengeful ghosts, including their identities in life, why they died, what they did after death, their names, and their strength...

Li Xuan said with some appreciation, "You're quite thoughtful in your work."

Qingzheng was overjoyed at the sudden praise and quickly replied, "Not at all, not at all. I worked in human affairs in my life, and I'm used to collecting and organizing data even after death. If I ever become powerful, all the evil spirits and vengeful ghosts in this book will be my achievements. If all else fails, I can give it to a powerful person to make a good connection..."

He is very honest.

Li Xuan could roughly guess Qing Zheng's intention in being so honest.

Judging by actions, not intentions, as long as you do your job well, there's no problem!

This night was filled with terror for the evil spirits of Hong Kong Island...

……

In a secluded alley outside an old residential area in the New Territories, Ah Cong brought Zi Ning here. The alley was damp, and there were old stone houses on both sides.

The weather was nice tonight.

But a thick cloud of smoke filled the alley.

Zi Ning, being very curious, stood at the entrance of the alley and peeked around, but saw nothing but fog. She couldn't help but say, "You didn't just pick a creepy-looking alley to scare me, did you?"

These words infuriated Ah Cong. He was most angry when people questioned his lies when he told the truth.

The ground was damp. Acong ran in, picked up a dirty candy from the ground, and handed it to Zining, saying, "Look at this candy. There were quite a few more before, but the candy inside is shriveled, which means it was eaten by ghosts. I, Acong, never lie online, and I never lie to girls in real life."

Zi Ning laughed and said, "Where's the ghost?"

"ghost……"

Ah Cong hesitated for a moment, then coughed twice and said, "The master will definitely come when he sees my message. Let's sit and wait."

He knew there was another way to see ghosts: shouting into the alley to make them show themselves. But Huang Yongfa wasn't there, and although the ghosts usually received a lot of charity, they might not give Ah Cong any face…

Just then, footsteps were heard, and a white-haired man in a dark brown trench coat walked in from a distance. It was Huang Yongfa.

He saw Acong and Zining standing at the alley entrance, sighed and said, "There are a lot of ghosts here. Acong, you actually brought her to a place like this. What if something happens?"

"Hey, it's alright. I know these ghosts are all neighbors, and you're good friends with them. How could anything happen to them?"

Ah Cong approached Huang Yongfa with a sly grin and whispered, "Please, please, just sit here and let these ghosts give this pretty girl a look, please help me out!"

Huang Yongfa was silent for a moment, then looked into the alley and was stunned. Ghosts usually used this alley as a place for long-term gatherings, where they would exchange information.

But today, at least half of the ghosts in the alley are gone.

The muscle ghost that had been lurking around Zi Ning was also here in the afternoon. It was hiding in a hollow in the alley, squatting on the ground with its hands wrapped around its knees, muttering something under its breath, seemingly terrified...

Huang Yongfa, unaware of what had happened, walked into the alley and asked, "Muscle Boy, what's wrong?"

The muscular ghost, short in stature and resembling a tire-shaped mascot, immediately raised its head and rushed towards Huang Yongfa upon hearing his voice, saying, "We're doomed! A strange man came to Hong Kong tonight, extremely ferocious, wielding a square stick and killing ghosts everywhere..."

Its body was trembling uncontrollably; out of fear, it didn't care about anything else and revealed itself immediately.

With his grayish-black skin, long, flowing hair, distorted features, and muscles that looked like they were made of stone, he resembled a Western stone monster come to life.

Zi Ning collapsed to the ground, her trembling finger pointing at the muscle ghost, and exclaimed in a shrill voice, "This, this ghost!"

Ah Cong knew what was going on with this muscle monster. He had overworked himself and used drugs, which led to his death. He recognized what the man looked like before he died, and his father had entrusted Huang Yongfa to take care of him at a nursing home.

So when Ah Cong saw the muscular ghost, he was startled, but he calmed down and said, "People look all sorts of strange things, so it's okay for ghosts to look a little scary."

Zi Ning's situation is like Lord Ye who loved dragons but was terrified of them; he clamored to see ghosts, but now that he has, he's paralyzed on the ground.

Huang Yongfa knew there was no danger here, so he ignored Zi Ning's state and looked at the muscular ghost seriously, saying, "You're not talking about a young man, are you? Around twenty-five years old, fairly handsome, and speaking standard Mandarin?"

The muscular ghost nodded frantically, saying, "That's right, it's him! And he even brought a ghost messenger as a guide, carrying a small booklet, just like the King of Hell calling roll, killing ghosts according to the booklet."

Huang Yongfa fell into deep thought. He had only had a brief encounter with Li Xuan, and the man's manner of speaking was acceptable; he shouldn't be that crazy.

He asked the muscular ghost, "How did you escape when you were so terrifying?"

The muscle ghost recalled, "I was hiding in a corner watching from a distance. But it's strange, the young man and the ghost messenger clearly noticed my presence. When they walked towards me, the sense of oppression was really strong. I was prepared to die. But who knew that the young man would just look at me a few times and then leave."

(End of this chapter)