One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Waaaaah—!

The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached, like hundreds of ducks being choked, instantly shattering the deathly silence that had just returned to the Wang family compound.

A line of black vans bearing the logo of NaDuTong Express roared through the end of the street, their screeching brakes echoing across the road, leaving trails of charred tire tracks in their wake.

Splash!

The car door opened.

Countless company employees, dressed in uniform and fully armed, poured down.

They quickly set up a cordon, completely surrounding the Wang family compound.

"This...this is way too fast!"

Zhang Chulan shrank back, looking at the densely packed group of men in black, and subconsciously hid behind Zhang Taichu:

"Uncle-Master, why isn't Na Du Tong this efficient when delivering packages?"

"They're quite proactive in cleaning up the mess."

Wang Ye stood aside, his face still somewhat pale. The scene of ten thousand ghosts devouring his heart had clearly had a significant impact on him.

He looked at the company employees who were dispersing onlookers and sealing off the scene, and gave a wry smile:

"After all, it's a major event that one of the Ten Elders had his entire family wiped out."

"If the company doesn't come soon, the sky will fall."

The crowd was separated.

A slightly overweight, middle-aged man with round-framed glasses and a kind-looking face walked over quickly, surrounded by a group of senior executives.

It was Zhao Fangxu, the chairman of Nadutong Company.

At this moment, Zhao Fangxu's face, which usually wore a friendly smile, was now so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

He first glanced at the gate that had been razed to the ground, then at the rubble and broken stones scattered on the ground, and finally his gaze fell on Wang Ai, whose body was no longer recognizable as human and was now just bare bones and rotting flesh.

Zhao Fangxu's lips twitched violently a few times.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, raised his head, and stared intently at the lazy-looking young Taoist priest, looking past everyone else.

"Master Zhang Taichu".

Zhao Fangxu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an air of authority born of long-standing power and barely suppressed anger:

"Aren't you...going too far?"

The surrounding company employees gripped their magical artifacts tightly, and the atmosphere instantly became tense, filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Pass?"

Zhang Taichu raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Fangxu indifferently:

"I am helping society clean up its garbage."

"Not only will we not charge you a cleaning fee, but why are you asking me for responsibility?"

"This is the Wang family! They're the Ten Elders!"

Zhao Fangxu took a step forward, the veins on his forehead throbbing:

"Master, you are a senior; you should know the rules of the world of supernatural beings!"

"The Ten Elders exist to maintain the balance of the world of supernatural beings!"

"With your outburst tonight, you've wiped out the Wang family. Do you know how much turmoil this will cause?"

"How will we explain this to our superiors? How will we appease the various factions?"

"This isn't just a personal vendetta; it's a challenge to the entire order of the supernatural world! It's a trampling of the law!"

Zhao Fangxu became more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere.

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes as he listened.

The official jargon was even more suffocating than Wang Ai's Hundred Ghosts Formation.

"Order? Balance?"

Zhang Taichu suddenly laughed.

The laughter was soft, yet carried a chilling undertone.

Zhang Taichu walked step by step to Zhao Fangxu, the two of them less than half a meter apart.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the man who controlled the discourse of the entire world of supernatural beings.

"Fatty Zhao."

"You're talking to me about order?"

"Back during the Jia Shen Rebellion, when the Thirty-Six Bandits were being hunted down like dogs, running rampant all over the world, where was your order?"

"When the Wang family, relying on their power, used trickery and force to seize wealth, driving this kid behind you to the point where he dared not return home, where was your balance?"

Zhang Taichu stretched out a finger and gently poked Zhao Fangxu's broad chest.

a bit.

Two times.

The force wasn't great, but it caused Zhao Fangxu to stagger backward, his face turning deathly pale.

"Where were your people when that old bastard Wang Ai was trying to extract this kid's soul and kill his whole family?"

"What's wrong?"

"Bad people killing good people is just survival of the fittest."

"Does a good person killing a bad person constitute disrupting the balance?"

"This place is too dirty."

Zhang Taichu looked into Zhao Fangxu's eyes, which were darting away due to nervousness, and his voice suddenly turned cold:

"If it can't be washed clean."

"I think you shouldn't sit here."

These words struck Zhao Fangxu's heart like a series of heavy hammer blows.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, soaking his collar.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Only the mad Wang Bing, not far away, was still emitting bursts of insane laughter, which seemed particularly ironic in this serious confrontation.

"well……"

Zhao Fangxu took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and gritted his teeth as he said:

"Even if the Wang family is at fault, it should be judged by the company and punished by law!"

"Master, although Wang Ai is now crippled, he is still alive."

"I'm taking him back for questioning."

"Please be lenient and give the company... and the higher-ups some face."

This is Zhao Fangxu's final bottom line.

If the person is already in this state, and we can't even bring them back alive, what will become of the company's authority?

Upon hearing this, Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow slightly.

He turned around and glanced at the pile of rotting flesh on the ground, which was still wriggling slightly.

Even though it had been devoured by countless ghosts, this old monster's vitality was indeed tenacious. Its broken body was still twitching instinctively, and its chest was still rising and falling slightly.

"face?"

Zhang Taichu stroked his chin, seemingly seriously considering Zhao Fangxu's suggestion.

Seeing this, Zhao Fangxu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If they're willing to talk, things will be much easier.

however.

next second.

Zhang Taichu suddenly raised his foot and stomped heavily on Wang Ai's exposed dantian!

"Well--!!!"

Wang Ai, who was already on the verge of death and on the verge of unconsciousness, suddenly widened her eyeballs, which had no eyelids, and her body arched up like a shrimp.

puff!

A jet of black blood spurted from Wang Ai's mouth, shooting up two meters high.

Followed by.

Zhang Taichu bent down, and his long, slender, fair hand went directly into Wang Ai's bloodied and mangled chest cavity.

"Since you want to save his life..."

"Can."

"But this thing doesn't belong to him."

Zhang Taichu suddenly lifted his palm upwards.

Shila-

It was accompanied by a tooth-grinding tearing sound.

A ball of light, as black as ink and emitting a faint, cold glow, was forcibly pulled out of Wang Ai's body by Zhang Taichu!

The ball of light continued to throb and struggle, as if it were alive.

The instant the ball of light left her body, Wang Aina's body, which had been convulsing, suddenly seemed to have its spine removed, collapsing limply to the ground, completely still.

Although he didn't die.

But it's completely ruined now.

The current Wang Ai is not even as good as an ordinary eighty-year-old man, let alone an extraordinary person.

"This...this is..."

Wang Ye stood to the side, his pupils suddenly contracting as he looked at the black ball of light in Zhang Taichu's hand:

"A complete... summoning and commanding of spirits?!"

"The complete version that the Wang family forced out of Senior Feng Tianyang back then?"

Zhang Taichu toyed with the ball of light in his hand, feeling the strange power contained within it, and a disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"What is stolen is still stolen."

"I've kept it in my heart for decades, but I still haven't figured it out."

Done.

Zhang Taichu turned around, not even glancing at Wang Ai at his feet, and kicked her.

boom!

Wang Ai's broken body, like a rag doll, traced a tragic arc in the air before crashing heavily at Zhao Fangxu's feet.

Blood splattered all over Zhao Fangxu's trouser leg.

"Here you are."

Zhang Taichu clapped his hands, as if he had just thrown away a bag of trash:

"I'll keep the person for you."

"Take him back for a thorough trial and sentencing."

"Just don't let him die too easily."

Zhao Fangxu looked down at the twitching mass of mangled flesh at his feet, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

What is this?

This is a blatant slap in the face!

This is telling everyone that even if Zhao Fangxu himself comes, even if the company's army is overwhelming.

Even Jesus couldn't save the person I wanted to destroy!

"Zhang Taichu..."

Zhao Fangxu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

But he dared not make a move.

We can't take action either.

Just a moment ago, he felt an aura emanating from Zhang Taichu that made his very soul tremble.

"Alright."

Zhang Taichu seemed somewhat bored with this one-sided crushing victory.

He casually stuffed the black orb of light into his pocket and waved to Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye, who were still in a daze:

"I'm gone."

"The smell here is too strong, I'm going back to sleep."

I took two steps.

Zhang Taichu seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Zhao Fangxu out of the corner of his eye:

"Oh, right."

"Fatty Zhao."

"That list from back then."

"Don't forget to send it to me."

"I want the whole set."

Done.

Zhang Taichu didn't linger. With his hands in his pockets, he swaggered through the blockade line composed of hundreds of the company's elite personnel.

Wherever they went.

Those company employees who were usually arrogant and haughty involuntarily lowered their heads and stepped aside, making way for a passage.

No one dared to stop them.

No one dared to speak up.

Until the Rolls-Royce Phantom disappeared into the night.

Zhao Fangxu felt his legs go weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He took off his glasses, wiped the fog off the lenses with trembling hands, looked at the ruins before him, and let out a long sigh.

"The world has changed..."

"The world of supernatural beings... is truly about to change."