The ultimate master in the city

The dark room was filled with the stench of blood and filth. Zhou Fengchen looked at the two animal corpses and breathed a sigh of relief. The demon that had troubled him for so many days was finally gone.

At this moment, Chu Xiaoling walked in with Xiaobao and asked, "Are they all dead?"

"They're dead!" Zhou Fengchen kicked the fox and the dog's corpses to the corner and buried them with broken bricks, saying, "But my friend hasn't been rescued yet, and I don't know what kind of hellish place that is."

Chu Xiaoling nodded, then suddenly said, "I just saw someone sneaking around looking this way."

"There's someone here?" Zhou Fengchen was surprised and subconsciously looked towards the door.

Chu Xiaoling said, "It's gone, gone in the blink of an eye."

Zhou Fengchen said "Oh," without giving it much thought. It was normal for someone passing by to hear voices inside and take a look. He said, "It's nothing, let's go!"

One person and two ghosts went out the door and walked along the alley in front of the dilapidated house, chatting as they went.

It was around three or four in the morning. The surroundings were very quiet, and the lights in the distance were a bit blurry.

After walking for a while, just as we were about to leave the alley, a piece of paper the size of a child suddenly floated down from the big tree in front of us. It looked like a human figure, which was very strange.

Zhou Fengchen couldn't help but glance at it a few more times. When he got closer, his chest skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Old Chu, take Xiao Bao and run!"

Chu Xiaoling was still a little confused and asked, "Why?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the paper figure that had fallen to the ground in front of her suddenly floated up in a strange way, and the paper knife in its hand whistled through the air as it slashed towards Chu Xiaoling.

The incident happened so suddenly that Zhou Fengchen didn't have time to think. He reached out to block it, and the paper knife slashed his arm, causing a sharp pain and tearing a gash in his clothes and flesh.

Zhou Fengchen was startled, kicked the paper figure away, and turned to scold Chu Xiaoling, "You idiot, why aren't you running? This is a spell performed by a master, specifically to ward off evil spirits!"

Chu Xiaoling nodded, then quickly led Xiaobao to the rooftop next to them and disappeared in a flash.

At this moment, the paper figure that had been kicked away floated up again and raised the paper knife.

shhhhhh...

Seven or eight more paper figures floated down from the big tree in front, and seven or eight more paper figures ran out of the dilapidated houses behind at the same time.

There were thirty or forty paper figures surrounding all sides. They were covered with strange graffiti that looked like they represented eyes, noses, bones, and flesh. They were colorful and garish, and they made a rustling sound when the wind blew, which looked very eerie.

Zhou Fengchen carefully examined the area, but he really couldn't understand the reason why these monsters existed. It was just too absurd!

He took a deep breath and shouted to his surroundings, "I am Zhou Fengchen. Please show yourself and speak, sir."

The surroundings were quiet, except for the soft, rustling sounds emanating from the paper figures.

At this moment, almost all the paper figures raised their paper knives.

This means... it's not targeting Chu Xiaoling and her son, but it's coming to kill me? Zhou Fengchen also got angry, drew his goose-wing blade and slashed his palm again, cursing loudly, and then slashed at the nearest paper doll.

Who knew that this paper figure was so slippery that it had no foothold at all. When the knife was slashed, it floated lightly to the ground and dodged the attack.

Meanwhile, the remaining paper figures rushed forward with a whooshing sound.

Zhou Fengchen simply used his lightness skill to dodge and slash wildly with his sword.

There are too many paper figures, and there will always be a time when they can't escape. Once they get hit by the knife and cut in half, they immediately stop working.

After fighting for twenty minutes, Zhou Fengchen was covered in cuts, and the paper doll was chopped into pieces, leaving scraps of paper scattered all over the ground.

He finally shattered the last paper figure, covered in cold sweat, his body aching and numb. Looking at the shredded paper on the ground, he was extremely frustrated. He had spent half a day working on a pile of paper, and who could he complain to?

Just then, four children came bounding out from the front and back. No! They weren't children, but the kind of paper effigies of boys and girls used in funeral parlors, wearing comical paper hats and with eerie blush on their faces. There was a pair in front and a pair behind.

Zhou Fengchen looked around, feeling uneasy. He thought to himself, "Screw this fighting, it's too boring, I'm running away!"

With a light step, I slid up the wall to the roof and then took off running.

To everyone's surprise, the four paper-mache boys and girls also jumped up, and they were quite fast.

After chasing each other for half an hour, Zhou Fengchen still couldn't shake them off. He stopped, turned around with his knife in hand, and thought to himself, "Let's kill him first. What's the point of chasing me like this all the time?"

Coincidentally, a light rain suddenly started to fall, and the four paper-mache children were splashed with water and lost their color, so they turned and ran away.

Zhou Fengchen paused for a moment, then jumped off the house and ran quickly along the alley. Once on the street, he hailed a taxi and headed straight for the rented room.

Back in the room, it was the darkness before dawn, and the rain outside was pouring down harder and harder.

Chu Xiaoling and her son returned at this time, but they were hiding in a corner, trembling, and seemed to sense that something was wrong.

Zhou Fengchen brushed the rain off his clothes and asked, "What... happened to you?"

Chu Xiaoling said, "We encountered a strange girl who turned grasshoppers into monsters and chased us!"

A strange girl... a grasshopper turned into a monster...

Zhou Fengchen quickly asked, "What does she look like?"

Chu Xiaoling thought for a moment, "She's not tall, very pretty, and has a small black mole on the tip of her nose."

Song Xixue!

Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth. Damn it, it must be Doromo who came knocking. The owner of the paper figures and paper effigies of children must also be one of them.

You've come at just the right time!

"Old Chu, you... you can secretly take Xiao Bao back to school now, is that alright?" Zhou Fengchen asked.

Chu Xiaoling nodded, "No problem. My son and I have cultivated for a hundred years, so we are not so easy to kill."

Zhou Fengchen said, "Alright, let's leave now. It's dangerous around me!"

Chu Xiaoling stared at Zhou Fengchen for a long time, then whispered, "Will you die?"

"Hehe..." Zhou Fengchen chuckled, "I can't say anything else, but if I really wanted to escape, killing me wouldn't be easy!"

Chu Xiaoling nodded and disappeared in the blink of an eye with Xiaobao.

Zhou Fengchen glanced outside the doors and windows. Despite his words, the feeling of being chased and ambushed was unpleasant, especially now that he was both tired and sleepy.

He played a trick, taking all his money, Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine) from Monk Yuanzhi, and a quilt, and ran through the window to the second floor to the room where Song Xiaofeng and the others used to live.

He closed the doors and windows tightly, applied medicine to his wounds, and carefully watched for any movement outside.

He endured until dawn, but nothing happened. Zhou Fengchen couldn't hold back any longer, so he used a table to prop open the door and fell fast asleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept when he heard a faint knocking sound at the door. He jumped up with a start.

It was still drizzling outside, but judging from the sky, it must have been afternoon.

He opened his bedroom door, ran to the front door, and listened to the knocking. He realized that the knocking was coming from upstairs, which was his own room.

coming!

He carefully opened the door, walked to the stairwell, and looked up. He saw a young man standing at the door, about his age, wearing a uniform from some unknown organization, with a briefcase tucked under his arm. There seemed to be nothing wrong with him.

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man glanced down, smiled, and said, "This family is two months behind on their electricity bill. I'm here to collect! What? Is no one home?"

Zhou Fengchen slapped his forehead. When had he ever thought about paying the electricity bill? He took out his money and walked over, asking, "Someone here, how much do you owe?"

"Eighteen yuan and thirty cents in total." The man smiled again and came forward.

Zhou Fengchen's hand, which was reaching for money, suddenly paused, and he quickly stepped aside.

Just as he dodged, the man's long, slender fingers came together and grazed past Zhou Fengchen's waist and ribs.