Chapter 127
Resentful spirits? Where did the resentful spirits come from?

Hei Wuchang felt a sudden chill in his heart. The little resentful spirit before him posed no threat, but whoever could command resentful spirits must be a Night Wanderer.

Has the leader of the Dark Night Rose found me? Planning to double-cross me directly?

As Hei Wuchang was filled with suspicion, hurried footsteps approached, and then a figure appeared at the alley entrance, curiously peering into the alley.

It was a rather handsome young man, with a hint of hope and curiosity, looking over.

Their eyes met, and the young man's expression froze.

Hei Wuchang saw emotions in his eyes that were even more complex than his own: surprise, astonishment, fear...

A Night Wanderer? The aura isn't strong, not someone from Dark Night Rose, someone from the Taiyi Sect? No, at this time, whoever appears here must be someone from the government, a direct subordinate of Fu Qingyang...

And considering the manipulation of the unfair Heavenly Dao...

Yuan Shi Tianzun? The name flashed through Hei Wuchang's mind.

Crap, Hei Wuchang?! Isn't he supposed to be fighting at school? Why is he here? Little Doubi screwed me over!!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly pressed his earpiece and shouted, "Squad Leader Teng Yuan, Hei Wuchang is here with me! Come quickly! The location is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hei Wuchang pounced over, using the walls like a great bird. His pupils contracted into slits, and his brown eyes turned amber.

Sharp bone spurs grew from his back, elbows, and knees, piercing his clothes with a "tearing" sound.

Sorry, my bad, goodbye. Zhang Yuanqing didn't bother speaking, quickly retreating while activating his Night Wanderer skill, concealing his form.

Hei Wuchang's attack was too fast. He didn't even have time to recall Little Doubi, only sending the child a "run for your life" command.

A level 6 peak Saint Realm evil profession, not to mention a level 2 Night Wanderer like himself, even a level 4 Night Wanderer would likely die on the spot.

Hei Wuchang was a confidant of the former vice-chairman of the Psychic Association, a big shot in his own right.

Zhang Yuanqing's plan was clear—escape!

But he couldn't fully escape. Although he didn't understand why Hei Wuchang was here, if he was, then Fu Qingyang and the elders of the Hundred Flowers Association's ambush must have gone wrong.

At this time, he needed to delay the enemy as much as possible, buying time for the big shots.

Teng Yuan had already received his message.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's lungs burned, and his throat was sore and itchy. He coughed violently, his head swimming, and his figure reappeared.

He had been poisoned with Gu without even realizing it.

"Ka!" Hei Wuchang, covered in bone spurs, sprung off the ground, the sound of cracking concrete echoing, not giving his enemy any chance to react.

He was confident he could kill the Night Wanderer before him within two or three moves.

High-level powerhouses hunting low-level ones was always quick and efficient.

The whistling wind rushed towards him. Zhang Yuanqing, seeing his enemy right before his eyes, felt the hairs on his back stand on end. Enduring his discomfort, he activated his item inventory.

The next moment, a golden-yellow jewel appeared in his hand, and his feet sank, his shoulders feeling like they were carrying a mountain.

"Bang!"

Hei Wuchang's right shoulder recoiled, his elbow bent, and his powerful muscles propelled his right arm, a straight punch stabbing out like a spear.

The earthy-yellow light screen trembled violently, like a bubble in the wind.

Staggering back, Zhang Yuanqing cracked the concrete with each step.

"Bang!"

Another punch, and the jewel in Zhang Yuanqing's hand emitted a soft "crack," fine fissures appearing.

"Bang!"

With the third punch, the Jewel of Steadiness could no longer withstand it, shattering into powder, and the light screen dissipated.

Blood spilled from Zhang Yuanqing's mouth and nose, his face as white as a sheet.

Hei Wuchang continued his advance, closing in, his fourth punch aimed at Zhang Yuanqing's head, the air exploding.

Zhang Yuanqing collapsed, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Somehow, a pair of brand-new red dancing shoes were on his feet. Avoiding the straight punch with a split, the red dancing shoes sprang up, first dodging Hei Wuchang's sweeping leg with a spin and a jump.

Then, with incredible prediction, he dodged the bone spurs with a horizontal leap.

Throughout the process, Zhang Yuanqing, the owner, was dizzy, constantly coughing up blood, completely carried by the shoes.

"Not bad with the tools..."

Hei Wuchang raised an eyebrow. For a supernatural-stage Night Wanderer to have two items was quite wealthy.

This Yuan Shi Tianzun could clear two spirit realms, his wealth was indeed considerable.

"Go, quickly!" Zhang Yuanqing weakly said, ordering the red dancing shoes.

At this moment, he had no thought of delaying any longer. He was too strong, the peak Saint Realm Wu Gu master was too strong. It was instant death. Their strength and speed were too far apart. There was no possibility of close combat.

This was also why he didn't take out the Bloodthirsty Blade.

As for the Ghost Bride, her level should also be at the Saint Realm, but there was a huge gap between Saints.

He wasn't sure of the Ghost Bride's exact level, but he knew that Hei Wuchang was an evil profession, a level 6 Saint. This meant that there were very few who could beat Hei Wuchang at the same stage.

If he misjudged, he would have no room to maneuver and would face certain death.

The red dancing shoes immediately took their useless owner, rushing toward the residential building, running up the steep walls as if they were flat ground.

The rule of the red dancing shoes: ignore terrain.

They were both a chase artifact and, at times, an escape artifact.

"Want to escape?"

Hei Wuchang sneered, not chasing. Instead, he reached into the void and grabbed a simple straw doll, the size of a palm, with purple talismans on the front and back, exuding a decaying aura.

The straw doll's face twisted, wriggling to grow eyes and a nose. It was Zhang Yuanqing's appearance. And its two feet were stained with a red glow.

Hei Wuchang pinched the straw doll's feet with two fingers and pulled hard.

Zhang Yuanqing, running wildly on the building, suddenly felt a pause in his momentum. Looking down, the red dancing shoes' brand-new bodies were covered with a layer of gray, like discarded shoes that had been abandoned for decades.

He fell uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground, raising dust on the street.

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Yuanqing coughed violently, coughing up blood. There was a serious problem with his lungs. The Gu poison was spreading throughout his body. If not for his strong vitality, he would have already died of organ failure.

"Nice shoes, they're mine now!" Hei Wuchang pinched the straw doll's head with two fingers, about to casually crush this little bug. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing roared to the sky, and a beam of bright moonlight broke through the clouds, shining on him.

Moon Howl!

He used this to recover some strength, grabbing the Demon Subduing Pestle from his item inventory and stabbing it hard into his thigh.

Brilliant golden light erupted, and the gray shadow that had just covered Zhang Yuanqing's face was dispelled by the golden light.

Unfortunately, the power of purification was only for the master himself. The red dancing shoes were still eroded by the gray, temporarily losing their magical power.

Zhang Yuanqing gasped for breath. The power of purification dispelled some of the toxins, and the pain was no longer as intense, but that was all.

The Saint Realm Wu Gu master's poison was too strong and terrifying. From the start, he was practically crippled.

The Jewel of Steadiness was broken, the Flaming Gauntlets were definitely useless, the red dancing shoes were polluted, the Dream Entrance Jade Amulet had been used, the Demon Subduing Pestle was good at purification but not at killing. Today, in order to keep a low profile, the Cat King Speaker wasn't brought, but even if he had, it wouldn't have helped...

The Ghost Bride should be able to block him for a while, but it probably couldn't truly threaten a peak Saint Realm evil profession...

Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed through his various items, and he despaired to find himself in a desperate situation.

This was the most terrifying and powerful enemy he had encountered since becoming a Spirit Realm Walker.

"More items? Power of the Sun God?"

Hei Wuchang was surprised. The jewel he had broken was just a transcendent-stage item, but the red dancing shoes that could automatically dodge and the bronze pestle he had just taken out were of a quality that no transcendent-stage item could compare to.

Especially the bronze pestle, which contained the power of the Sun God, indicating that this item contained some of the power of a Ruler.

"Unexpected surprise, unexpected surprise!"

Hei Wuchang laughed, his narrow eyes filled with greedy joy.

"Surprise your ass!"

Just then, the lights on the second floor window came on, and a bald old man pushed open the window, poking his head out and cursing at the two people below. Damn it! Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

Hei Wuchang raised his eyes, coldly glancing at the bald old man.

The next moment, the old man clutched his neck, foaming at the mouth, and fell from the window, twitching a few times before dying quickly. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes twitched. At this time, more and more windows lit up, and the residents of the building were gradually awakened.

156n.

Hei Wuchang immediately turned his gaze to Zhang Yuanqing, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Seeing this, he no longer hesitated, taking out the red hijab and putting it on his head.

He hoped that reinforcements could arrive in the time that the Ghost Bride could hold Hei Wuchang back.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized that something was wrong. The terrifying and vast Yin energy hadn't arrived, and the surrounding sounds suddenly disappeared.

The whole world was deathly silent.

Hei Wuchang also didn't take the opportunity to attack him.

What's going on? Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously wanted to take off the red hijab, but he was shocked to find that his hands were out of control.

He could only rotate his eyeballs, desperately peering through the narrow field of vision under the red hijab.

With this look, Zhang Yuanqing finally understood what was happening. He saw his body turn gray, and the hard well cover and concrete pavement under him were also covered with a shallow layer of gray.

Color, what power had stolen it?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard a faint, low voice, difficult to discern, laughing softly:

"If I remember correctly, it's this time, this place... Long time no see, Hei Wuchang."

Hei Wuchang's terrified and inexplicable voice:

"It's you?!"

"How could it be you? How could it be you? No, this is impossible, this is impossible..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard someone fall to the ground with a thud.

Who came? A big shot from which faction? The leader of the Dark Night Rose? No, Hei Wuchang's reaction was a bit too extreme... Zhang Yuanqing was extremely anxious.

But he couldn't move, and he didn't know what fate awaited him next.

After who knows how long,

His peripheral vision, always glancing at the narrow field of vision under the hijab, saw the gray color recede like a tide.

The world regained its color.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't wait to lift the red hijab, staring intently.

A dozen meters away, a figure was lying quietly. It was Hei Wuchang. The Wu Gu master's eyes were wide, his expression of horror and astonishment frozen on his face.

He had lost his life.

Beside the corpse, a delicate, cracked crystal cup lay quietly.

The little sun in the cup was gone.

That person took away what the Demon Lord left behind, but didn't touch the Holy Grail? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled. He struggled to get up, staggering to Hei Wuchang's corpse, and picked up the cracked crystal cup.

Holding the rule-based item in his hand...

p: I was busy eating melons today, sorry sorry.