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"My time is almost up. Even if I die, I will fight for a future for my sect!"
Yin Gu Dao Ren's breathing instantly became heavy.
Seeing that he was interested, the old elder added fuel to the fire.
"That's just a child who's only a few years old. What kind of expert could he possibly have by his side?"
"Zhang Huaiyi is dead, and Longhu Mountain is too far away to reach him. As long as we do it cleanly and efficiently, who will know that it was us?"
"Sect Leader, fortune favors the bold!"
The fear in the eyes of the Yin Bone Taoist was gradually replaced by an even more fervent greed.
He thought of the sect's declining state, his own stagnant cultivation, and then of the legendary "Qi Body Source Flow," a technique said to drive all extraordinary individuals in the world mad...
Finally, he gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"Let's bet on this!"
He slammed his hand on the table, making up his mind.
"Give me the order!"
Yin Gu Dao Ren gave a low shout towards the shadows outside the door.
Two ghostly figures appeared silently before him, kneeling on one knee, exuding a thick aura of death and resentment.
These two were none other than the "Corpse Slave" and the "Ghost Servant," the strongest combat force that Yin Gu Dao Ren had painstakingly crafted over decades using secret methods.
They were originally strange people who died violent deaths. Their souls were captured by the Yin Bone Taoist using evil magic, and their bodies were refined. They had long lost their minds and only knew how to obey orders, and were fearless of death.
"You two, head to western Sichuan immediately."
Yin Gu Dao Ren slammed the map, painstakingly drawn by the old elder, onto the table, his voice icy cold.
"Find this child, and remember, I want him alive!"
A cruel light gleamed in his eyes.
"I will use our sect's highest secret technique, 'Three Corpses Soul Search,' to dig out every single word of the 'Qi Source Flow' from his brain!"
He paused, his tone becoming even more sinister.
"It doesn't matter if hands and feet are broken, or even if someone is beaten half to death, but the person must be alive, and their soul must be intact!"
"If anything goes wrong and alerts Longhu Mountain, you don't need to come back. Just find a place and refine yourselves into flying zombies!"
The corpse slave and the ghost servant responded hoarsely, their figures flickered, and they once again merged into the darkness and disappeared.
An unseen crisis is brewing, targeting an ordinary elementary school student.
Chapter 141 A Dark and Windy Night Buries People
A crescent moon hung in the sky, mostly obscured by thick, dark clouds, letting out only a few pale rays of light, casting an eerie shadow over the entire village.
All was quiet except for the occasional bark of a dog, which echoed sharply in the empty fields.
However, the barking tonight was not as strong as usual; instead, it carried a suppressed, instinctive fear.
"Woof...Woof woof!"
At the village entrance, a large yellow dog, usually the fiercest of dogs, suddenly tucked its tail between its legs and let out a fearful whimper.
It didn't see a ferocious beast, but rather smelled a putrid, deathly aura that made its very soul tremble.
Immediately, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, it scrambled back to its den and dared not make a sound again.
Three black shadows, like ghosts, appeared silently at the village entrance.
They moved with incredible speed, landing silently, like three withered leaves blown by a cold wind.
The leader, dressed in a black outfit that allowed for easy movement, had a sinister face and eyes that gleamed with greed and cruelty. He was the leader of this operation and an inner disciple of the Three Corpses Sect.
Behind him followed two even more bizarre figures.
The one on the left, with a stiff body, ominous grayish-white skin, lifeless eyes, and a faint, putrid smell of formaldehyde mixed with soil, is the "corpse slave" painstakingly crafted by the Yin Bone Daoist.
The one on the right, however, was somewhat ethereal, like a wisp of black smoke that could dissipate at any moment. It was even somewhat translucent in the moonlight, moving silently and stealthily. It was the even more insidious "ghost servant."
The Three Corpse Sect disciple made a gesture to the two unresponsive puppets behind him, and the three immediately separated, like three arrows released from a bow, heading from different directions toward the house in the center of the village where a faint light was still on.
They were the Three Corpse Sect's men, sent by the Yin Bone Daoist to seize the "Qi Body Source Flow".
Their target was clear: the little boy named Zhang Chulan.
The three acted with extreme professionalism.
Or rather, the two puppets, under their master's control, displayed stealth abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.
Several stray dogs that tried to call the police along the way didn't even have time to bark before the ghost servant silently passed through them, draining some of their yang energy. They collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
The whole process was smooth and seamless, without disturbing anyone in the village.
Soon, they arrived outside the low courtyard wall of Zhang Chulan's house.
The leading disciple nodded to the corpse slave and the ghost servant. The three of them simultaneously exerted force with their feet, their movements as light as cats, and without making a sound, they flipped into the courtyard.
Inside the room, seven-year-old Zhang Chulan was already asleep, breathing evenly.
In the next room, Xu Xiang had already fallen asleep.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
The Three Corpse Sect disciple revealed a cruel smile, like three hungry wolves about to savor a delicious meal, as he crept step by step toward Zhang Chulan's room.
He could already imagine the great favor he would receive from the sect leader after bringing this brat, who possessed the "Qi Body Source Flow," back to the sect.
However, just as his hand was about to touch the thin wooden window...
A figure appeared before them faster and more silently than they did.
The moonlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the figure.
She was a girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a faded coarse cloth shirt and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes.
Her face was expressionless, and her clear eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, yet were also terrifyingly empty.
She stood there quietly, holding a shovel she'd somehow acquired, staring blankly at the three people in front of her, as if they were three stones blocking her way.
The Three Corpse Sect disciple felt a chill run down his spine the moment he saw Feng Baobao.
He hadn't even noticed when the girl had appeared!
Even his prized ghost servants seemed to have no reaction to this suddenly appearing living person.
But he soon let his guard down.
She was just a seemingly weak and foolish girl; not even a trace of Qi could be felt emanating from her.
Perhaps she's some sleepwalking village girl.
He didn't even bother with words. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his five fingers turned into claws. His nails instantly turned pitch black, carrying a foul, corpse-poisonous wind, and he aimed straight for Feng Baobao's throat, wanting to finish her off in one move to avoid any further complications.
This move, "Three Corpse Poison Claws," is insidious and vicious, capable of piercing steel plates. Ordinary people who come into contact with even a little bit of the poisonous wind will suffer from festering sores all over their bodies and die.
However, what happened next was something he would never forget.
Faced with a claw powerful enough to split rocks and shatter stone, Feng Baobao didn't even blink.
She simply handed the shovel forward and slapped it down.
There are no moves, no rules, it's just the most primitive and purest violence.
The Three Corpse Sect disciple felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and an immense force, pure to the extreme and beyond comprehension, slammed solidly into his face with a whistling sound.
A dull thud, so heavy it made your teeth ache, like a watermelon being smashed by a heavy object.
The evil master, who was considered a rising star among the younger generation of the Three Corpses Sect, didn't even have time to utter a sound before his head caved in at an eerie angle, and his whole body went limp like a lump of mud, instantly losing consciousness.
As soon as he fell, the corpse slaves and ghost servants lost their master's precise control and simply stood still, following the final command—"eliminate the threat."
The invulnerable corpse slave let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and with stiff steps, it brandished its claws, which were harder than steel, and pounced on Feng Baobao.
The ghost servant then flickered and transformed into a wisp of black smoke, silently circling behind Feng Baobao, attempting to invade her body and devour her soul.
Faced with this double attack from both physical and mental levels, Feng Baobao's face remained blank.
She seemed to have no idea what fear or avoidance was.
She simply turned around and swung the shovel in her hand again.
A deafening clang of metal clashing.
The shovel slammed hard into the corpse slave's hard arm bone, sending sparks flying.
The corpse slave only paused for a moment, and its arm only developed a tiny crack, remaining completely unharmed.
Feng Baobao tilted her head, seemingly puzzled as to why this thing was so hard.
In that instant, the black smoke that the ghost servant had transformed into silently touched her back.
However, just as that cold, sinister spirit was about to invade...
"Zi la——!"
A piercing sound, like boiling oil meeting boiling water.
The ghost servant let out a piercing, silent scream, and was thrown back as if struck by lightning. Its already illusory figure became even dimmer.
Feng Baobao's seemingly ordinary body contains an extremely pure life essence that is like the scorching sun and the most domineering nemesis to this kind of evil spirit!
Feng Baobao seemed to feel the "mosquito" behind her bite her, and was a little annoyed.
She turned around, looked at the black smoke that was writhing in agony on the ground, and then at the stiff corpse slave in front of her.
She seemed to be thinking about which one to solve first.
She then made a decision.
She no longer held back; a wild, ferocious glint, unnoticed even by herself, flashed in her usually somewhat empty eyes.
She gripped the shovel tightly with both hands and charged at the corpse slave once again with a chaotic yet unstoppable momentum.
This time, she used all her strength.
Another loud bang, but this time it wasn't the clang of metal against metal.