Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Watching Xuan'er's departing figure, Madam Xu and the others sighed inwardly.

"Madam, your son is just too worried to think about finding the murderer who killed Master Zhang."

The coroner, Wen Zhou, frowned, sighed, and quickly said, "Madam, don't worry, our yamen staff will keep an eye on Young Master Zhang and won't let the murderer who killed Master Zhang harm him."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhou gave a wink to the constables beside him.

The constables understood.

Two of them, Pei Ran and Wu Han, immediately stepped forward, bowed, and took their leave. They then turned and strode off in the direction where Young Master Zhang had gone.

Seeing this, Ms. Xu's tense nerves relaxed a little.

She was genuinely afraid.

I'm afraid that Xuan'er might do something foolish in a moment of impulse.

The master had only been gone for a short time, and she dared not think about whether her body could withstand it if something happened to Xuan'er.

With two constables protecting him now, Xuan'er should be fine. He'll come back once he calms down.

As she thought this, Madam Xu looked sadly at her husband, who lay on the stretcher, pale and lifeless, having been dead for some time.

at the same time.

the other side.

After chasing out of the Zhang family's gate, the two constables, Wu Han and Pei Ran, immediately stopped and looked around.

People come and go on the streets.

But Zhang Gongzi was nowhere to be seen.

Where are they?

Wu Han frowned and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "This young master of the Zhang family runs away too fast, doesn't he? He just came out, and he's disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Pei Ran's expression was rather unpleasant, and his tone was clearly tinged with nervousness.

"Stop talking nonsense and start searching!"

"If something happens to this young master Zhang as well, the two of us won't be able to explain ourselves when we get back!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Han felt a chill run down his spine.

Just as the two of them were looking for someone.

……

Su Chen's figure had already quietly arrived at the Black Tiger Gang's base, hiding in a dark corner.

Looking at the Black Tiger Gang's stronghold in the distance, a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

Originally, he didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately; he only wanted to cause trouble for Zhao Liuzi and his group. But now it seems he was too naive. Some people who shouldn't exist should be cleaned up as soon as possible.

Sensing the dozens of weak auras within the Black Tiger Gang's stronghold, and noticing that one of them carried the aura of his father, Zhang Haishan.

Su Chen remained calm.

The next second, he mobilized the magical power within his body and activated the "Blooming Flowers in an Instant" skill from afar, aiming it at the people inside the Black Tiger Gang's territory.

"what……"

Instantly, screams erupted from the Black Tiger Gang's stronghold, but they vanished abruptly the moment they began.

As ordinary people, they can only hold on for a moment.

Soon, the entire encampment fell into a deathly silence.

All traces of life vanished, leaving only the last one, still throbbing frantically.

Su Chen's figure swept lightly, landing gracefully inside the Black Tiger Gang's territory.

"Oh, what's wrong with you guys?"

"There's a ghost!"

A tall, thin, fierce-looking young man collapsed to the ground, his pupils contracted, and his face showed only pure fear.

Just moments ago, he was chatting and joking with his brothers, enthusiastically boasting about how he had brutally killed that old man from the Zhang family, and reminiscing about the desperate look on the other man's face before he died.

In the blink of an eye, pale red flowers suddenly appeared on the bodies of the group of brothers who had been laughing and joking.

Then, in the blink of an eye, they wailed as their bodies withered and dissipated, turning into pale red peaches the size of fingernails!

This scene was so terrifying that he stumbled backward and fell to the ground, a chill running through his heart.

The unknown, coupled with the looming shadow of death, made him so terrified that he wet his pants.

A pool of yellow water spread beneath him.

Just as he was trembling with fear, a cold, calm voice echoed in his ears.

"You're the one who did it?"

Young man Feng Heng subconsciously turned his head and saw a boy dressed in moon-white clothes lightly leap in.

"Zhang...the eldest young master of the Zhang family?"

He stared blankly, recognizing the person in front of him.

Suddenly, Feng Heng realized something and exclaimed in horror, "It's...it's you?"

"What kind of sorcery have you used? Are you a ghost or monster?!"

"Help……"

He screamed.

Su Chen reached out and grabbed his neck, silencing his scream, and then squeezed it tightly.

Feng Heng's face flushed red, his expression filled with terror.

During this process, Feng Heng struggled desperately, trying to resist and grab him with his hands.

Unfortunately, as an ordinary person, he couldn't even scratch his skin, let alone resist; it was all in vain.

Su Chen slowly clenched his right hand, watching the man's face turn purple, suffocating, in pain, and convulsing.

After a while.

Feng Heng stared wide-eyed, his eyes still filled with resentment and bitterness, before falling completely silent.

"Um?"

Just as the other person's breath ceased, Su Chen's heart stirred slightly, and his gaze fell upon the corpse.

A wisp of yin energy quietly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a phantom-like figure, so ethereal it seemed it could be blown away by the wind at any moment, slowly floated out from Feng Heng's body.

Looking at the calm-looking boy in front of him, Feng Heng's face was full of resentment and bitterness, and he looked like he wanted to do something.

Unfortunately, as a newly born ghost, he couldn't influence anything.

Under Su Chen's gaze, Feng Heng's body gradually became transparent, as if he was about to pass through the present world and go somewhere.

"really!"

"The underworld..."

Su Chen's eyes lit up slightly.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Feng Heng, and amidst the other's astonished expression, followed him to the underworld.

Meanwhile, during this process, he also took the peaches left behind by the Black Tiger Gang members, which contained a slight amount of Taoist cultivation.

……

A sudden gust of wind arose, and the world darkened abruptly.

There was no sunlight around, it was dark, and a thin mist shrouded everything.

The yin energy was like mist, surging and refusing to dissipate.

In the distance, shadowy figures could be seen in the mist, some walking slowly with their heads down, others staggering along, their steps unsteady, as if they might be swept away by the cold wind at any moment.

Su Chen's vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a gloomy and deathly scene.

"Such heavy yin energy..."

He murmured softly.

Unlike the mortal realm, this place seemed to be reversed. He could clearly feel that the surrounding environment was filled with yin energy, and the yang energy was suppressed to the point of almost non-existence.

Even the yang energy in his body seemed to be suppressed!

However, because his magical power and cultivation were so high, this suppression had a negligible effect on him.

At this moment, Su Chen sensed something and looked to his right.

Feng Heng's soul, which had previously appeared somewhat ethereal, suddenly became much more solid.

Upon noticing the change in himself, Feng Heng was first taken aback, then an undisguised look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

He suddenly looked up, his ferocious gaze fixed on the boy who was holding him, resentment and madness churning in his eyes.

"Die!!"

Feng Heng roared, his voice sounding sharp and distorted in the eerie wind.