Ghost Immortal

Li Feng was startled and instinctively tried to use his spiritual power to counterattack.

But the next second, I felt something sharp pressing against my waist.

It wasn't a cold weapon; it had a strong earthy smell and a sinister aura.

"If you don't want to die, don't move!"

The next instant, a hoarse warning voice rang in Li Feng's ears.

"Come with us quietly, or this needle will pierce your lower back and even a god can't save you."

Li Feng immediately gave up the idea of ​​resisting.

It wasn't that he couldn't resist, but rather that he wanted to see where these people came from.

Judging from what they said, the other party probably wouldn't want to kill him for no reason.

The Yin-probing needle at his waist was poisonous, but with his nine-inch spiritual root cultivation, he could deflect it with his spiritual energy shield before it pierced him.

But the fact that these people dared to make a move near the government office shows that they are fearless and probably have something else going on behind the scenes.

After Li Feng raised his hands, his mouth was covered and he was dragged into a narrower alley next to him.

The alley was so dark that even lantern light couldn't penetrate it; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

After walking about a hundred steps and turning three corners, a faint light suddenly appeared ahead.

The light came from an oil lamp, which sat on a stone block next to the broken wooden door.

The door was half-open, revealing an abandoned house with most of the courtyard wall collapsed and the house filled with broken furniture and sacks.

Li Feng was pushed into the courtyard. The person behind him let go and gave him a push on the back, causing him to stumble and crash into a rocking chair in the courtyard.

He steadied himself and turned to look behind him.

There were four people standing in the courtyard.

The man at the front, with his arms crossed, was a short, thin man in his fifties, wearing a drab gray short-sleeved brown shirt and tattered cloth shoes with his toes sticking out.

The old man's face was extremely ugly, with a sunken nose, turned-up lips revealing a few crooked, yellow teeth, an empty left eye socket, and a frighteningly bright right eye that gleamed like a rat's shrewdness under the dim oil lamp light.

He held a slender copper needle in his hand, its tip gleaming with a dark green light; it must have been the yin-probing needle that had been pressed against Li Feng's waist earlier.

There were three people standing behind the old man.

The burly middle-aged man on the left wore an animal skin vest, revealing two thick arms covered with dense blue runes.

He carried a large iron shovel on his back, the shovel head covered with dried black mud and dark red rust.

On the right was a tall, thin man wearing a black Taoist robe, with a square scarf on his head, a hemp rope tied around his waist, and a copper seal in his hand.

The bronze seal is only the size of a palm, with a crouching mythical beast carved on the seal knob and complex runes engraved on the seal surface.

In the courtyard, there was a woman in her forties, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with a blue headscarf wrapped around her head. Her face was ordinary, like that of a typical village woman.

But she had black beads hanging from her waist, about the size of a thumb, with a rough, uneven surface, as if they were made of bone.

Li Feng roughly sensed that the spiritual energy fluctuations within their bodies were not weak, around the level of a seven-inch spiritual root.

However, unlike the clear spiritual power of Taoist cultivators, the magical power within their bodies is turbid and mixed with yin energy.

He had smelled a similar aura on Zhang Gengtou, but Zhang Gengtou's was the yin energy of a vengeful spirit, while these people's was an even more sinister and malevolent aura.

A group of tomb raiding rats.

Li Feng immediately made a judgment in his mind.

The old bald man's booklet mentioned that tomb raiding belonged to the "digging" category of the lowest of the low, and like butchers, carpenters, and matchmakers, it had its own unique training methods.

They spend their lives roaming underground tombs, dealing with zombies and evil spirits, inevitably absorbing the evil energy within, and becoming half-human, half-ghost.

Because they are constantly exposed to the aura of tombs, most tomb raiders die young.

It's easy for tomb raiders to enter the body, but difficult to expel them. Over the years, their internal organs will be corroded by the yin energy, and very few tomb raiders live past fifty.

"Kid, don't be afraid. We've invited you here because we want to do some business with you."

The one-eyed old man tucked the yin-probing needle back into his waistband, grinned coldly, and revealed a mouthful of rotten teeth.

Li Feng leaned back in the rocking chair, feigning fear and trepidation, and asked with his neck hunched, "What kind of business? I'm just a night watchman, I have no money on me."

"Stop pretending with us!" the burly man cursed, taking a big step forward and getting closer to Li Feng's face.

The shovel behind him clanged together, making a harsh sound. He stared intently into Li Feng's eyes and asked, "You little bastard, did you take the things from Zhao Laosan?"

Li Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned a blank expression: "What? The constables took Zhao Laosan's body; I didn't take anything."

The tall, thin man in the black robe sneered, "The things Zhao Laosan desperately hid before he died—his body was already stiff when the constables arrived. Who could know better than him where they were hidden? You were the first to discover the body; if you don't take them, who will?"

Li Feng's mind raced.

The fact that these four people dared to rob people near the government office shows that they were determined to get their hands on the crescent-shaped object.

If he stubbornly refuses to admit it now, the best outcome is to call Gao Feng over, fight them to the death, and kill them.

With Gao Feng's help and his own nine-inch spiritual root, his chances of winning against four seven-inch spiritual roots are not small.

But killing all these people is easy; finding out the origin and purpose of the crescent moon is difficult.

These ruthless individuals, who live on the edge, would never honestly tell Li Feng the secret.

Moreover, he was indeed very interested in what Zhao Laosan called his "treasure".

A poor stonemason suddenly started shouting every day that he wanted to get rich, and he could walk around like a living person even after being dead for ten days, clutching a crescent moon of unknown origin in his hand. The story behind this is definitely not simple.

"Did you go down into the tomb with Zhao Laosan?"

Li Feng suddenly stood up straight, slowly opened his mouth, and his tone instantly calmed down, no longer pretending to be afraid.

Seeing his behavior, the four of them were all taken aback.

The one-eyed old man narrowed his right eye slightly and looked Li Feng up and down again: "Kid, you're not stupid."

"Zhao Laosan, a stonemason, suddenly had money to go to brothels, constantly shouting that he had dug up treasures, and even on his deathbed, he had mysterious items on him. What else could they be from besides tomb raiding?"

Li Feng patted the dust off his long robe and sat down on the recliner.

"But I'm curious, all four of you have seven-inch spiritual roots, while Zhao Laosan is just an ordinary person. What makes you think you can team up with him?"

The one-eyed old man suddenly chuckled strangely, then grinned at the people around him.

"He's a clever lad, much better than Zhao Laosan!"

The one-eyed old man walked up to Li Feng, stroked his chin, and looked at him curiously.

"Since you've brought it up, I won't hide anything anymore. Zhao Laosan is indeed one of our porters, responsible for carrying things. That kid is a stonemason, he knows a lot about stones, and we can use him."

The tall, thin man in the black robe looked at Li Feng with schadenfreude and said, "Normally we wouldn't have anything to do with you, but since the item ended up in your hands, you're unlucky!"