The masked man never expected to be scared by a ghost in his life.
Qin Hui's appearance was something the masked man hadn't anticipated, but it no longer mattered.
"Hmph hmph, playing tricks and scaring people, now I've got you."
Huang Qing held the Desert Eagle, her gun aimed at the masked man's head. If anything went wrong, she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
Although the shot earlier hadn't critically wounded the masked man, it had hit him.
It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt.
"Indeed, ghosts aren't scary; people are."
The masked man chuckled. He had only been startled earlier; what happened next was uncertain.
"Stop pretending. Who are you, and why are you lurking here harming people?"
Qin Hui's voice was a stern command.
"You want to get information out of me? Dream on!"
Two sinister black clouds suddenly appeared in the masked man's hands, looking quite frightening.
If one were to say this fellow was a ghost, it didn't seem so. If one were to say he wasn't a ghost, he possessed abilities only ghosts had.
Qin Hui's gaze became more serious. He was certain that despite wearing a ghost mask, the masked man was not a ghost.
Instead, he was an evil cultivator specializing in refining corpses.
It was known that the world was vast and anything could be born from it.
Since martial artists could emerge, evil cultivators were naturally born as well.
The two black clouds in the masked man's hands were thrown towards Qin Hui without a word. Although Huang Qing had a gun, he truly didn't take an ordinary person seriously.
Qin Hui's figure flickered, dodging these two attacks.
Qin Hui had encountered an evil cultivator once before. Although he won, it had been quite troublesome.
Since he had run into one again, Qin Hui decided not to hide his strength.
If he were to fight this opponent with the strength of a fifth-level martial artist, it would take a long time to resolve the battle, especially with Huang Qing standing nearby.
After dodging the attack, Qin Hui's strength surged, reaching the realm of a seventh-level martial artist.
The immense pressure made the masked man gasp for breath. Qin Hui's increased strength shocked him. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Although evil cultivators could gain an advantage against martial artists, that was when their strength was comparable.
If the opponent was much stronger, the outcome would be the same.
At this moment, the masked man had a hundred questions swirling in his mind. I only killed a few people, do I need to invite a deity to kill me?
This time, before the masked man could make a move, Qin Hui attacked first.
Bang bang bang!
Dozens of muffled thuds echoed in the room.
After the muffled thuds, the masked man lay on the ground, his breath barely clinging on.
Though they appeared to be exchanging blows, it was clear that Qin Hui had the upper hand in the brief encounter.
There was no other way; if Huang Qing hadn't been there, Qin Hui might have sparred with him for a few more moves.
However, with Huang Qing standing there, Qin Hui had to end the fight quickly. What if this masked man rushed towards Huang Qing and took her hostage? That would be troublesome.
Unfortunately for the masked man, Qin Hui had already subdued him before he could even consider that.
Huang Qing, standing in place, looked bewildered. Was it over just like that?
Was it this fast?
"Who are you, and why were you pretending to be a ghost here?"
Huang Qing pointed her gun directly at the masked man. Although he was subdued, he still posed a potential threat.
"Hmph, go ahead and shoot. Do you think I'm really afraid of death?"
The masked man's face was filled with disdain. He had taken too many lives, and confessing would only lead to death anyway.
It was better to resist to the end!
"Since you're not afraid of death, I'll make your life worse than death."
Qin Hui smiled slightly and plunged a sharp dagger into the masked man's palm.
"Ah!"
The masked man let out a tragic cry.
After his scream, Qin Hui directly tore off his mask.
Upon seeing the face beneath the mask, both of them were somewhat surprised.
Because this face was too familiar.
Qin Hui also knew that evil cultivators, upon arriving at a place, usually had no fundamental purpose other than to kill and refine things to enhance their strength.
What purpose could such a weak evil cultivator have?
Therefore, Qin Hui felt that a normal interrogation was unnecessary.
"Well, well, it's you."
Qin Hui wasn't surprised; he had already guessed.
Only Huang Qing looked surprised. She never imagined that the masked man before them was the restaurant owner who had served them earlier.
It made sense; who would do business here if it was haunted?
Only ghosts would.
"Since you've discovered me, give me a quick end."
The restaurant owner lay down in defeat. He felt too ashamed to face anyone after reaching such a state as an evil cultivator.
...
The restaurant owner passed away peacefully, without even resisting.
This mission left Qin Hui somewhat astonished. Although the hotel owner was eventually taken away by the Dragon Patrol for interrogation, Qin Hui knew it was highly unlikely any useful information would be obtained.
The only outcome awaiting him was death, though the process would be a bit prolonged.
Was there too much happening in Jiangnan Province?
First, martial artists appeared, then evil cultivators, and then martial artist families.
If one were to connect these three elements, it would seem abrupt.
But the more abrupt it seemed, the more it indicated a problem.
This abruptness was like the calm before a storm.
Perhaps, perhaps it was the martial arts competition in a month and a half?
The only thing Qin Hui could think of was this. Who wouldn't want to showcase their talent in this martial arts competition?
Although the Dragon Patrol took the spotlight for this mission, Qin Hui didn't return empty-handed.
Before leaving, Qin Hui received a promise from Leng Mu: to protect Qin Hui once.
If it weren't for Qin Hui, Leng Mu and his companions would likely have perished long ago. Therefore, this was a well-deserved reward for them.
After this ghost-extermination mission, Huang Qing rarely appeared.
Qin Hui only heard that Huang Qing had been promoted to a member of the Dragon Patrol due to her excellent performance in these two missions.
To become a member of the Dragon Patrol, one must become a martial artist.
The Dragon Patrol was so powerful that it was quite simple to turn an ordinary person into a martial artist.
Huang Qing had long anticipated this.
Without these trivial matters disturbing him, Qin Hui found himself with considerably more leisure.
Apart from training his martial arts daily, Qin Hui dedicated all his time to alchemy.
Alchemy sounded formidable, but it was much like brewing traditional Chinese medicine.
Moreover, the pills Qin Hui refined were not for humans but for dogs.
Yes, for dogs.
Since potential individuals could become martial artists, what about dogs?
Soon, Qin Hui set his sights on Black Tiger.
Given how human-like this dog was and its considerable combat prowess, if it could be trained, it might become a capable helper in the future.
After all, when martial artists engage in combat, their attention is focused on humans. Who would pay attention to a dog?