Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 104 The Flying Man (3,000 words)

A meeting at the 749 headquarters in Beijing was suddenly thrown into turmoil because of a faxed photo of Qi Yun.

Qi Yun, who was driving in Chongqing, was completely unaware of this.
He was having a terrible headache from the complex traffic system in the mountain city at night.

The maze of streets, dead ends, and sudden steep slopes and steps made him feel like a headless fly as he drove his dilapidated van.

"Damn it!" Qi Yun cursed under his breath, jerking the steering wheel to narrowly avoid a "porter" that suddenly rushed down the slope in the darkness.

He had circled back to the same intersection with the "Lao Ma Chaoshou" sign for the third time.

Outside the window are rows of tenement buildings built against the mountainside, with sparse lights.

He knew Li Jun's house was nearby, and he could even vaguely see the outline of the building, but he just couldn't find the right way to drive up!

Patience has run out.

Qi Yun simply slammed on the brakes with a screeching sound and parked the van on a slope that was barely wide enough to stop on.

He grabbed his canvas bag, pulled out the longsword wrapped in newspaper, slung it over his shoulder, and got out of the car.

The cold night wind, carrying the dampness of the river, rushed towards me.

He looked up at the tenement building that was so close yet he could never open it, and his eyes narrowed.

He crouched slightly and pushed off hard with his toes on the wet, slippery cement ground!
"Shh!"

His figure shot up like an arrow, instantly rising more than three zhang into the air!

He gripped the railing of the platform above with precision, used his waist and abdomen to generate power, and gracefully flipped over in a somersault.

After a few leaps, he landed steadily opposite the No. 27 tenement building.

The six-story red brick building in front of me has mottled walls and looks even more dilapidated under the pale moonlight.

“If Li Jun can’t find the origin of that ghost either…” Qi Yun frowned, staring at the dark stairwell entrance, “then it will truly be like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

Moreover, contacting Li Jun in the middle of the night is also a problem!

He sighed, "Slaying demons and monsters is truly no easy task!"

He made up his mind: "I'll just climb in through the window! With my skills, I can do it without anyone noticing."

He moved swiftly, landing like an owl in the narrow alley behind the tenement building.

The place was piled with clutter, and filled with a damp, musty smell and the sour odor of garbage.

He moved along the base of the wall, looking up to identify the windows on the third floor.

According to Wang Dashan's description, Li Jun's house should be on the third floor, on the left.

Just as he locked onto the target window and prepared to leap out,

"Rustle... Tap!"

A very faint sound of ropes rubbing and a soft popping came from above!
Qi Yun's eyes sharpened, and he instantly held his breath, pressed himself against the wall, and disappeared into the deeper shadows, looking up.

On the edge of the sixth-floor rooftop of the tenement building, a dark figure peeked out and looked around.

The moonlight outlined his dark knitted mask, revealing only his two wary eyes.

The dark figure deftly tossed down a climbing rope.

The dark figure gripped the rope with both hands, pushed off the wall with both feet, and slid down lightly.

He slid down to the fifth floor, stopped outside a window, and gently pushed it open.

The window was locked from the inside. He muttered a curse under his breath, "Damn it! Locked so tight!"

I then went down to the fourth floor and tried another door. It was still locked!

Another suppressed curse escaped: "Damn it! Not a single one of them is even getting a chance to live?"

Qi Yun, who was watching from below, almost burst out laughing.

In the dead of night, I unexpectedly ran into a "colleague"?
He's also a "high-altitude operation" expert!

These days, burglaries are rampant, especially in old tenement buildings without security bars.

The "flying thief" was clearly having a bad day, grumbling as he continued his descent.

He habitually reached out to push the window, seemingly muttering something like "May Buddha protect me."

The instant his hand touched the window frame.

"call!"

A subtle yet clear sound of wind, mixed with the soft rustling of clothes, came from beneath him without warning!
The thief's hair stood on end instantly! A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He suddenly turned his head and looked down!
Under the pale moonlight, a young man's face, with a half-smile on his face, appeared out of thin air less than a foot away from his ankle!

The man clung to the vertical wall like a gecko, his head tilted back, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness, staring straight at him!
"A ghost...uh!!!"

The thief was terrified, and just as a shrill cry of "Ghost!" was about to burst from his throat, Qi Yun struck with lightning speed!

With fingers as sharp as swords, he precisely pressed the "Tian Tu" acupoint below his Adam's apple!

A supple yet powerful force penetrated in!

"Ho...ho..."

The thief's scream was abruptly choked in his throat, turning into a hoarse, bellows-like sound.

Extreme terror combined with the sudden interruption of his breathing caused his eyes to roll back, his body to stiffen instantly, and his limbs to go limp. He was so frightened that he fainted!

His hands gripping the rope were too weak to let go, and he fell straight down like a puppet with its strings cut!

Qi Yun was prepared. His left hand flashed out, grabbing the thief by the collar. He then swiftly coiled the hanging rope around the thief several times, tying a tight sailor's knot, suspending him like a silkworm cocoon on the exterior wall between the third and fourth floors. The thief, head down, unconscious, swayed gently in the night breeze, his posture rather comical.

"Let it hang there, we'll have morning tea when it gets light!"

Qi Yun muttered to himself, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

He ignored the unfortunate "flying man," used his feet to lightly propel himself against the wall, and silently climbed onto the narrow windowsill of Li Jun's house like a cat.

The window was indeed locked from the inside.

Qi Yun brought his sword fingers together, a wisp of condensed, milky-white true qi flickering at his fingertips, emitting a faint chill as it silently cut through the glass.

A moment later, a palm-sized round piece of glass was completely cut off.

Qi Yun deftly lifted the cut glass with the back of his hand, caught it steadily, gently placed it on the windowsill beside him, reached into the round hole, felt for the window bolt inside, and gently pried it open.

"Click."

With a soft click, the window opened effortlessly.

Qi Yun's figure flashed, like a shadow blending into the darkness, and he silently slipped into the room, gently closing the window behind him.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a few breaths.

The room was pitch black, filled with a faint smell of tobacco and the patina of worn-out furniture.

On a double bed, a middle-aged woman was sleeping soundly on her side, breathing evenly.

Qi Yun moved silently, like a ghost, to the bedside.

To ensure everything went smoothly, he swiftly pressed his fingers together, gently touching the "Anmian" acupoint on the back of the woman's neck.

The woman's breathing paused slightly, then became deeper and longer, as she fell into a deeper sleep.

He quietly left the bedroom and gently closed the door.

The living room was narrow and cluttered. There was also a closed door next door.

Qi Yun's heart stirred slightly: "How old are they, and they're already sleeping in separate rooms?" He gently turned the doorknob and pushed it open a crack.

Inside was an even smaller bedroom, where an even stronger smell of smoke wafted out.

On the single bed, a tall, thin, middle-aged man with thinning hair was sleeping soundly on his back, snoring loudly. It was Li Jun!
Qi Yun held his breath and concentrated.

However, Li Jun's internal energy was stable on the bed, and apart from the turbid energy of sleep, there was no trace of cold ghost energy!
His entire body was as clean as if he had never been in contact with evil spirits!

"Strange!" Qi Yun frowned even more, his mind filled with doubts. "He clearly went in and out of the morgue with Wang Dashan, so why was Wang Dashan almost killed by ghostly energy, while Li Jun was completely unharmed, without even a trace of his presence?"

The trail seems to have gone completely cold here.

He looked around the small room, which was filled with the smell of smoke and a sense of oppression, and his gaze swept over an old-fashioned alarm clock on the bedside table.

11 points.

The second hand ticked away, the sound exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Qi Yun suddenly had a thought: "Wait! Let's see what happens at midnight!"

Qi Yun immediately concealed his aura, standing quietly in front of Li Jun's bed like a shadow in the room, his gaze fixed intently on the man snoring loudly on the bed and the ticking second hand on the bedside table.

Da da da…

at last!

"Click!"

The hour, minute, and second hands are precisely aligned on the dial.

In the same instant!

Qi Yun's Crimson Hunt Pill jerky ...

"coming!"

The moment the thought arose, something unexpected happened!
The temperature in the room plummeted without warning! It felt like being thrown into an ice cellar!
At the same time, Li Jun, who was fast asleep in bed, suddenly stiffened! It was as if he was being gripped by an invisible force!

His thunderous snoring abruptly stopped, and a painful, suppressed "ho..." sound escaped his throat.

Immediately afterwards, ghostly energy suddenly arose from his body!

Qi Yun's eyes flashed with a cold light! Without the slightest hesitation!
He rushed to the bedside in one stride, his right index and middle fingers joined together like a sword, and dark red Crimson Hunting True Fire instantly ignited at the tip of his finger. With a resolute will to burn away all evil spirits, he fiercely pointed at Li Jun's forehead!
He wanted to forcefully suppress this outburst!
"laugh!!!"

The crimson hunting fire clashed violently with the pitch-black ghostly aura, sending white smoke billowing up!
However, this time, the situation is completely different!

The raging, surging ghostly energy seemed to possess consciousness!

Upon contact with the Crimson Hunt True Fire, it was not only not burned away, but seemed to be completely enraged!
A more turbulent, more condensed, and cold, venomous "will" surged forth like a black torrent bursting its banks, madly counterattacking the true fire that Qi Yun had poured in!
"boom!"

An overwhelming, chilling force surged fiercely through Qi Yun's fingers!

The Crimson Hunt True Fire he poured in was actually forced out of Li Jun's body by this terrifying force!

"Ugh!" Qi Yun groaned, his arm trembled violently, and his fingers were actually flung away by that cold and powerful force!

What terrifying ghostly energy! It actually launched a counterattack—did it recognize my Crimson Hunting Flame?!

Just as Qi Yun's finger was flicked away.

A thick, ink-like, and icy black ghostly aura, like a volcanic eruption, surged out of Li Jun's seven orifices and pores without warning and with violent force!

The intensity, purity, and ferocity of this ghostly aura far exceeded that of Wang Dashan's own a hundredfold!
It instantly filled the entire room, sticky like glue, carrying a malice that could freeze your soul!
On the bed, Li Jun, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly opened them!
There was no white in his eyes, no pupils, only a pure, absolute blackness that swallowed all light!

Like two bottomless pools of ink! A cold, deathly aura, filled with endless resentment and madness, emanated from it as if it were a tangible thing, firmly locking onto Qi Yun, who was standing by the bed!
(End of this chapter)