Chapter 30

In a small piece of pure land at the foot of a famous mountain, a powerful person from the human world had opened it up, using great supernatural powers to separate yin and yang, creating a distinction between day and night.

Xingkui was fortunate enough to be taken in as a disciple by the old man guarding this pure land. He trained with a fierce rooster and played with a naked little boy, practicing martial arts day and night, neglecting sleep and meals, and never returning to his suburban home.

In just a few days, Xingkui's basic martial arts skills had already reached a high level, his movements becoming more and more proficient, and his walking and sitting posture forming a certain demeanor.

"Not bad, not bad." Ouyang Feng sat in the thatched hut, sipping clear wine while observing Xingkui practicing martial arts in the yard. His eyes narrowed, and a sharp light emanated from them. Whenever Xingkui made the slightest mistake, he would flick a grain of rice to hit him hard.

The master was very strict, but Xingkui had no complaints. A strict teacher produces excellent students. In just a few days, he felt his own progress, and the strength of his ghost body grew rapidly.

The Force Soul Wheel can amplify strength several times or even ten times, but if the strength of the ghost body itself is not enough, the base is too low, then no matter how many times the Force Soul Wheel amplifies the strength, it is useless, a waste of talent.

"Ouch!"

Xingkui cried out in pain as a yellow grain of rice hit the joint where his movement was incorrect, causing a sharp pain. After realizing his mistake, Xingkui immediately corrected it, becoming even more meticulous.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo..."

At this moment, the proud and spirited rooster ran over quickly, pecking up the grain of rice on the ground and running away happily.

"Rooster, stop! Let me pull a feather for my nephew to make a feather coat." The little boy in the red belly band chased after the rooster, his chubby hands stretched out, trying to pull a feather from the rooster's tail to make a feather coat.

The nephew Ouyang Feng was referring to was naturally Xingkui. Despite being young, he insisted on being Xingkui's uncle, speaking with an old-fashioned tone, wanting to give his nephew a gift.

Can one feather make a feather coat?

Xingkui, who was practicing the "Thousand-Pound Drop," twitched the corner of his mouth, watching his little uncle chase the rooster around the pure land, determined to pull a feather from the rooster's tail.

"Disciple, come here." Ouyang Feng, who was drinking wine in the thatched hut, suddenly called out, summoning Xingkui.

"Master!" Xingkui ran over and asked, "Is there something wrong? Is the wine finished? Do you need to buy more?"

"Forget it, the wine brewed in the netherworld doesn't suit my taste." Ouyang Feng shook his head and said, "I called you here to send you back!"

"Back?" Xingkui's face changed instantly, and he knelt down, his expression fierce, "Is there something I did wrong? Are you sending me away!"

"Get up, I know your thoughts." Ouyang Feng rolled his eyes and said irritably, "I'm not sending you away, but the pure land needs regular maintenance and must be closed for a few days. Besides, you can't stay in the pure land forever. You need to go out and explore to make progress!"

"Master, I miss you!" Xingkui said pitifully, not wanting to leave this wonderful place.

"Go on, get out of here!" Ouyang Feng's face turned stern, "A true man has ambitions far and wide, how can he be bound by a piece of land!"

Ouyang Feng's stern rebuke made Xingkui feel like a sudden enlightenment, and he became solemn.

Seeing Xingkui's reaction, Ouyang Feng's tone softened, "Disciple, go back and take a look. The pure land will be closed for two years. Come back then."

"Yes, Master!" Xingkui responded resolutely and turned to leave.

"Wait, nephew, your uncle has a gift for you!" Red Boy waved his red belly band, his bare, plump buttocks looking very cute, making people want to pinch them.

"Uncle, are you going to give me the red belly band?" Xingkui looked at the red belly band in Red Boy's hand and said with a strange expression. Originally, he didn't call Red Boy uncle, but on a stormy night, Xingkui was severely beaten by a drunk Red Boy and became obedient from then on.

"Red belly band?" Red Boy was taken aback, immediately hugging the red belly band and saying nervously, "You are my only nephew, but the red belly band is my treasure, I can't give it to you."

"Then what are you going to give me!" Xingkui looked at the three-year-old boy, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Give you this!" Red Boy's chubby little hand stretched out, holding a three-foot-long feather with a red glow.

Xingkui was taken aback, suddenly realizing that Red Boy had taken off his red belly band to catch the rooster.

At this moment, Xingkui felt a chill down his spine and turned around to see a rooster with tears in its eyes, looking extremely resentful.

Xingkui thought of the legend of the rooster and immediately felt scared. After receiving the gift from Red Boy, he quickly ran out of the pure land, looking back only at the last moment.

He saw the rooster being held by the little boy, "cock-a-doodle-doo"ing in pain, with its colorful feathers falling off. These were the feathers of the Vermilion Bird, which the rooster had plucked to make a feather coat, now being torn by the little boy.

"Ah, in the netherworld, it is truly a wondrous pure land." Xingkui sighed, with a hint of reluctance in his voice, and stopped a carriage to head to the outer district.

The inner district was bustling with high-end venues, and a sign falling from anywhere could potentially crush a rich and handsome man or a ghost servant from a grand mansion.

Xingkui sat in the carriage, closing his eyes to rest, indifferent to the outside world's prosperity.

In the outer district, the sound of a roar echoed as Xingkui got into a Bugatti Veyron, the engine roared to life, and he sped away.

"Fortunately, there are no traffic police in the netherworld, and the city management doesn't care. Otherwise, my limited edition Bugatti Veyron would have been stolen." Xingkui muttered to himself, "I haven't been home for days, I wonder if there are spider webs."

As he spoke, a gentle smile appeared on Xingkui's face. The suburban home could be considered his first "home" in the netherworld, though he lived alone, it was somewhat lonely, but every detail was built by his own hands, filled with emotion.

On the way, Xingkui visited a bathhouse and found that the owner's soul still had a long life, so he felt relieved.

"Rumble..."

A black lightning bolt flashed, and Xingkui made a sharp turn, stopping the Bugatti Veyron in the garage, jingling the car keys.

"It seems my driving skills haven't declined. That move was really impressive." Xingkui's face was filled with a smile, praising himself. As he was about to take out his keys to open the door, his movements froze, and his face turned cold.

"Who has been in my home?" Xingkui frowned and said in a deep voice. His instinct as a former assassin immediately made him alert, and he was extremely cautious, always leaving marks when he went out, so he could immediately tell if someone had entered.

Xingkui squatted down and touched the bottom of the door with his fingers.

"The mark is completely destroyed, it seems someone has been here many times?"

Xingkui stood up and looked around, carefully searching for any clues.

After a while, he rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.

"I'm too nervous. It must have been Red Fish who came to look for me." Xingkui gradually calmed down, his tense emotions easing. In his former life, he often lived in constant fear, even keeping his eyes open while sleeping.

Although he thought this, Xingkui was still not at ease and searched the house thoroughly. He found that some things were a bit messy, but nothing was missing, and the entrance mark to the scripture hall had not been moved.

"The scripture hall is fine. It must have been Red Fish who came, breaking in without a key. I'll have to scold her next time." Xingkui said, completely relaxed, and plopped down on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

Memories of his past life flashed through Xingkui's mind, including a time when he was a spy and, due to a moment of carelessness, left a trace that was discovered by the enemy, leading to the brutal murder of a family of three!

"This tragedy will not happen again!" Xingkui suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and vowed.

At this moment, some subtle movements outside the house immediately caught Xingkui's attention.

"Is it Red Fish?" Xingkui was taken aback, quickly standing up from the sofa, and peering out the window, his expression turning grim.

Outside the courtyard, two burly men swaggered in, one with a large beer belly, a face full of scars, and sharp teeth, the other wrapped in black iron, faceless.

The two ghosts had strange faces, clearly not good ghosts.

Xingkui's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils reflected a dark aura.

"Evil ghosts!" Xingkui exclaimed in a low voice, his face turning serious, suddenly remembering the notice posted by the ghost government and the warning from the ghost hunter Li Mu.

"Their aura is intense, similar to the evil ghosts I encountered on the Yellow Spring Road. However, they have concealed their aura, making it less obvious, indicating that they are highly skilled evil ghosts." Xingkui said in a deep voice, realizing that he was no match for either of the two evil ghosts.

Generally, evil ghosts who escape from the ghost government's prison have mediocre cultivation. They take advantage of the guard's momentary negligence, but even so, they are not easy for a small ghost like Xingkui to handle.

At this moment, due to his former profession, Xingkui's mind automatically displayed the bounty amounts for the two evil ghosts.

"Ha, my life might be in danger, yet I'm still thinking about material things. Truly greedy." Xingkui laughed bitterly, mocking himself.

Of course, Xingkui would not sit idly by. His mind was racing, analyzing the situation, and formulating a plan.

Negotiation was clearly impossible, as the evil ghosts were insane and had no conscience, tearing souls apart like paper.

Direct confrontation was also impractical. Xingkui was no match for the two evil ghosts, and rash actions would only lead to trouble. The current advantage was that the evil ghosts were in the open, while Xingkui was in the dark, and he was more familiar with the surroundings.

"Having a plan is better than being caught off guard. The biggest advantage now is that the two evil ghosts don't know I exist, which is very beneficial to me." Xingkui said in a deep voice, his face grim.

Suddenly, Xingkui's face changed. "No good, my Bugatti Veyron!"

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