One person: Senior Brother Zhang Zhiwei, who has mastered the Golden Light Mantra to its fullest lev

Instead, it was the sickening sound of bones cracking.

The corpse slave, whose body was strong enough to withstand ordinary swords and blades, had its hard arm bones smashed in half by this "home run"!

Feng Baobao struck successfully, but her offensive did not stop, and the shovel in her hand danced in a blur.

One time, then another, and yet another.

That corpse slave, which was considered a troublesome existence even in the world of supernatural beings, was as fragile as paper in the face of Feng Baobao's irrational and pure violence.

In just a few breaths, it was smashed into a pile of twisted and deformed parts, completely losing its ability to move.

Having dealt with this tough guy, Feng Baobao turned around and turned her gaze to the ghost servant who was still on the ground trying to reform his form.

She walked up to the plume of black smoke, seemingly pondering how to deal with this unreachable object.

Immediately, she planted the shovel in the ground, squatted down, and pulled out a glass jar of pickled vegetables from her pocket... she didn't know where she had gotten it from.

She unscrewed the lid, pointed the jar at the trembling black smoke, and then, little by little, with her hand, swatted the illusory ghost servants into the jar like swatting flies.

Put the lid on and tighten it.

The world fell completely silent.

What should have been a thrilling battle ended in a way that was predictable and even somewhat comical.

After doing all this, Feng Baobao's face still had that blank, expressionless look.

She glanced at the unconscious man lying on the ground, then at the pile of broken parts beside him, and finally at the canister in her hand containing a puff of black smoke, as if she were thinking about something.

Then, she made a move that would send chills down the spine of anyone who saw it.

She walked to the vegetable garden in Zhang Chulan's backyard, where the soil had just been turned over, picked up a shovel, and began... digging a hole.

One shovel, one shovel, and another.

His movements were skillful and powerful; his practiced posture resembled that of an old farmer who had toiled in the fields his whole life.

She quickly dug two pits of just the right size, then dragged the Three Corpse Sect disciple over like a dead dog and put him into one of the pits.

Then, she picked up the corpse slave parts one by one and neatly stacked them into another pit.

Cover with soil, level it, and tamp it down.

The process was so smooth that in the end only a head and a bunch of dismembered limbs were left exposed.

After doing all this, she carefully placed the pickled vegetable jar containing the ghost servant next to the disciple's head, as if to keep him company.

Feng Baobao patted the dirt off her hands, then casually tossed the useful shovel into the corner of the wall. With a swift movement, she vanished silently into the darkness once more, as if nothing had happened.

As the night wind blew, a lone head swayed slightly in the vegetable garden. In the pickle jar beside it, a plume of black smoke frantically pounded against the jar's walls, adding a touch of absurdity and absurdity to this already eerie night.

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Chapter 142 Xu Xiang's Choice

In the dead of night, when all was quiet, Xu Xiang was awakened by a series of urgent and distinctive knocks on the door.

The sound was very soft, tap, tap, tap.

There were only three taps, evenly spaced, so dull they felt like they were hitting his heart directly.

This was an emergency signal agreed upon between him and Feng Baobao.

Xu Xiang jolted awake, instantly sitting up in bed, all sleepiness gone.

A chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

He didn't even have time to put on his coat, wearing only a thin undershirt. He grabbed the old-fashioned flashlight that was next to his pillow and tiptoed to the back door.

His heart was pounding in his chest, and he took each step carefully, afraid of disturbing something.

He gently loosened the bolt, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through sideways.

Outside the door, Feng Baobao's figure stood there like a ghost, blending into the darkness, as if she had been standing there for a long time.

The pale moonlight outlined her motionless silhouette, her face still expressionless and blank, her clear eyes devoid of any light, so empty it was unsettling.

"Backyard, vegetable garden."

She only said those four words, her voice flat and devoid of any emotion.

Then, she flickered and disappeared into the boundless darkness once more, as if she had never existed.

Xu Xiang's heart jumped into his throat.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment, grabbed his flashlight, and rushed to the vegetable garden in the backyard.

The night wind was cold and chilly, making his thin clothes flutter loudly, and also making the ominous premonition in his heart grow stronger.

When the dim beam of the flashlight trembled and illuminated the scene in the vegetable garden, even Xu Xiang, who had experienced some storms over the years, was so shocked by the sight before him that he gasped in surprise.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

In the soft vegetable patch that had just been turned over not long ago, three human heads were neatly "growing".

The three completely unfamiliar faces were covered in fresh mud and dried blood, their eyes were closed, their mouths were slightly open, and they had already fainted.

Their bodies were buried completely in the soil, with only their necks and above exposed. The posture and the scene, under the dim light of the flashlight, were indescribably eerie and terrifying.

Xu Xiang forcibly suppressed the overwhelming horror in his heart, quickly stepped forward, and carefully examined the area by the light of his flashlight.

Although the three men's clothes were covered in mud, the fabric peeking out from their collars and the style of their clothing suggested they were not ordinary country folk.

More importantly, the faint, sinister aura emanating from them, though weak, clung to Xu Xiang's senses like a leech.

This aura made him instantly realize that these people were definitely not good people.

They are extraordinary people.

They are strange people who came for them.

Thinking back to the past few days, he felt that there was a subtle sense of being spied on in the village, as if there were always a few pairs of eyes watching his yard from the shadows.

And the few stray dogs at the village entrance, which usually bark the most, were unusually quiet tonight, not even whimpering.

All the clues suddenly came together at that moment.

Xu Xiang's face instantly turned ashen.

This seemingly peaceful and tranquil little village is no longer safe.

A tremendous fear, like an invisible giant hand, gripped his heart tightly, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He wasn't afraid of dying.

After so many years of wandering, he had long since become indifferent to life and death.

What he feared was that once Chu Lan's identity was exposed, the child would face endless pursuit and covetousness.

He is the most greedy and insane jackal in the entire world of supernatural beings.

Zhang Yunyuan's words of advice from back then still ring in my ears, each word carrying immense weight.

"Old Xu, from now on, he is your nephew."

"Let him grow up like an ordinary child, to read, write, get married, and have children."

"Unless there is a truly life-threatening attack from an Outcast, you are absolutely not allowed to interfere with his life using any Outcast methods, not even you!"

Xu Xiang looked at the three neatly planted "radishes" in the vegetable garden, then glanced back at Zhang Chulan's dark, quiet room, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew he had to make a quick decision.

He didn't deal with the three guys who were buried.

Firstly, he didn't know how to handle it.

He couldn't bring himself to do it, and he was also afraid of causing even bigger trouble.

That would be tantamount to courting death.

Secondly, he was well aware that these three people were likely just advance troops sent by the other side to scout ahead, insignificant pawns.

Their disappearance will inevitably alert the organization behind them.

Perhaps, at this very moment, in some corner outside the village, there are many more eyes waiting for their signal.

This thought became incredibly clear and resolute in his mind.

That very night, Xu Xiang made a difficult decision—to move again.

He didn't disturb anyone, and didn't even go back to his room to pack much luggage.

Those pots and pans, those worn-out clothes, those traces of living in this small courtyard for years, all had to be discarded.

He quietly entered Zhang Chulan's room, his movements as light as a feather.

By the faint moonlight streaming in through the window, he looked at the little one who was still smacking his lips in his sleep, a sweet smile on his face, his eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance.

He gently lifted Zhang Chulan from the warm bed and wrapped him in a thin blanket.

Zhang Chulan seemed to sense something in her sleep, muttered a couple of dissatisfactions, and subconsciously snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position before falling into a deep sleep again.

Xu Xiang held him and took one last look at the ordinary little courtyard where they had lived for several years.

Here are the gourd vines they planted themselves, the crooked little figures Chu Lan drew on the wall, and the stone benches where they would cool off together on summer nights.

This used to be their home.

Immediately, he resolutely turned around and never looked back.

He slipped out the back door silently, his figure quickly disappearing into the boundless night.

He wanted to take Zhang Chulan to a more inconspicuous place where no one knew them.

Go to a place where all clues can be completely cut off, and the secret of that child can be buried even deeper in the most ordinary world.

As the night wind blew by, the three "radish" heads in the vegetable garden swayed slightly in the wind, as if silently bidding farewell to the uncle and nephew who had fled in haste.

Chapter 143 The Beginning of University, A New Gathering of Power

Time flies, and another ten years have passed in a flash.

Zhang Chulan grew up in a life of hardship under Xu Xiang's almost obsessive and strict protection.