Chapter 85

"Let's go together, he's only one person, and it's hard for two fists to fight against four hands." The white-collar man wiped his face with his hand, his mouth full of blood.

A pair of handleless sharp blades slipped out of the T-shirt man's hand, his eyes cold: "Kill him, I can handle the traces, then we'll leave the subway as quickly as possible!"

The white-collar man nodded, roared, and his bulging muscles once again charged towards the foreign monk.

The T-shirt man, like a ghost, appeared and disappeared behind the white-collar man. But compared to the white-collar man, he was even more dangerous. The handleless sharp blades in his hands were like the fangs of a venomous snake, and once they appeared, they were fatal!

"Good, you came!" The foreign monk laughed loudly.

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Two minutes later.

The white-collar man fell to the ground, his limbs twisted abnormally, his face covered in blood, and his eyes vacant.

The T-shirt man was pinned against the wall by the foreign monk, who punched him repeatedly in the face. His face was also covered in blood, and his eyes were vacant.

"I have already reached the sixth acupoint of the First Rank, the Dragon Gate. You two, who haven't even completed the foundation, actually thought you could take me on face-to-face?!" The foreign monk threw the T-shirt man to the ground and casually took the bone artifact from his body.

The sixth acupoint of the First Rank is called the Dragon Gate, symbolizing the leap of a fish over the dragon gate. Once leaped, one can transform the internal qi and blood into tangible true qi, transcending the realm of ordinary people! This monk was already a peak expert of the First Rank.

The foreign monk held the bone artifact and looked at the ghost general Kuyou.

"This vengeful ghost is worth at least hundreds or thousands of ordinary ghosts. Purifying it, I won't be far from the phenomenon of the fish leaping over the dragon gate. Hehe, once I leap over the dragon gate, I can advance further." The foreign monk muttered, and he forcefully crushed the bone artifact.

The bone artifact was linked to the ghost general. As soon as it was crushed, Kuyou immediately let out a miserable scream: "Roar... Roar..."

Strike while the iron is hot!

The foreign monk seized the opportunity to grab the scriptures and the prayer beads.

The scriptures moved without wind, flipping to the appropriate page.

The foreign monk loudly recited the scriptures, his right hand grabbing the prayer beads and swinging them fiercely.

The prayer beads scattered, like golden bullets shooting towards the ghost general Kuyou.

The speed was so fast that Kuyou had no time to dodge, being hit repeatedly by the golden prayer beads, creating over a dozen holes in his body, and his ghostly aura became thin. He screamed continuously!

The foreign monk, however, frowned slightly, unsatisfied with the result. Then he threw the scriptures as well, which, like the prayer beads, disintegrated in mid-air, turning into holy pages that enveloped the ghost general.

The ghost general's screams became even more intense.

The foreign monk's body formed the Evil-Exorcising Seal, his eyes glowing with golden light, and he chanted in Sanskrit.

"Damn it, stop... stop it!" The white-collar man struggled to crawl towards the foreign monk, shouting with all his might, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

If this ghost general was purified, he and the T-shirt man would surely die!

The T-shirt man also regained consciousness, crawling towards the foreign monk like a worm, opening his mouth to bite: "Stop... don't purify it... don't, we'll die! Stop it!"

This is the sorrow of the little people... life is not in their control.

The foreign monk's eyes were dark, but he did not stop reciting the scriptures. A pitiful person must have a hateful side—evil ghost cultivators, he had seen many. He had experienced such things many times. He could not stop purifying this ghost general for these two men! Even if these two men would die as a result.

"All vengeful ghosts must be purified. Every vengeful ghost must be purified, not a single one left!" The foreign monk's eyes were filled with determination and a hint of hatred.

At this moment, the foreign monk did not notice a hunched figure silently approaching him. Even with his full mental power, he could not sense the other person.

The figure approached the foreign monk and casually swung a palm, striking the foreign monk's back.

Bang!

A palm struck out, and a surging true qi appeared between the palms, condensing and not dispersing, pressing on the foreign monk's back.

Crack, crack, crack—the sound of bones and flesh being crushed, like someone being run over by a truck, left a sunken palm print on the monk's back.

The foreign monk, caught off guard, spat out a mouthful of blood. The golden light in his eyes dissipated, and his chanting of Sanskrit stopped!

The prayer beads and holy pages enveloping the ghost general, without the support of the foreign monk, turned into ordinary objects and fell to the ground. The scattered prayer beads hit the floor, making a tinkling sound...

Then, the foreign monk fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide with disbelief, looking at the person behind him.

True qi, a Second Rank True Master!

With a true qi expert present, why did he only act now? He could have crushed me from the start!

"Cough, cough." The figure, having succeeded in the sneak attack, did not immediately follow up. He coughed twice, his face pale. He coldly glanced at the big monk, then turned to look at the fallen white-collar man and T-shirt man: "Two useless men... if my plan hadn't changed, and I hadn't coincidentally come to this Line 5 subway, I would have lost a precious ghost general."

The two men immediately turned pale, trembling all over: "Master... Master..."

Why was the Master here?

This hunched figure was the 'Master' that Song Shuhang wanted to find at 'Yuanlong Pharmacy.' At this moment, the Master's face was pale, and the poison in his body had clearly not been resolved.

"Master, please spare our lives! This time, we... did our best! But this foreign monk is too strong!" The T-shirt man begged pitifully—this failure was not due to our weakness but the enemy's strength! And now that the ghost general Kuyou has not been purified, perhaps the Master will spare their lives?

"Spare your lives?" The Master's face was dark: "Useless people have no value in this world. But... you still have some use."

The white-collar man and the T-shirt man's eyes lit up with joy.

But the next moment, they felt a sharp pain in their heads, and their vision went black as they lost consciousness.

"Kuyou... eat them." The Master wiped the blood from his hands, saying coldly.

The ghost general Kuyou greedily pounced on the two men's bodies, dragging out their souls. Without waiting for their souls to react, he threw them into his mouth and swallowed them.

With the souls of the two men, Kuyou's injuries quickly recovered.

"Fortunately, my plan changed, otherwise, this trip to Jiangnan would have been a complete disaster." The Master muttered.

Originally, he just wanted to obtain a spirit ghost from 'Senior Song,' but a mysterious 'intelligence' triggered his greed.

As a result, for a laughable piece of intelligence, he lost a precious subordinate and was mysteriously poisoned himself.

After barely escaping to Guangyuan Road, he quietly licked his wounds. He then found a pharmacy nearby to try to concoct a detoxifying medicine.

But today, he coincidentally discovered that someone was investigating which pharmacies in Jiangnan sold the four detoxifying herbs. Instantly, he felt a chill down his spine.

He realized that the four detoxifying herbs were a trap set by 'Senior Song' to find the person behind the scenes!

No wonder his poisoned subordinate could escape all the way back to the hotel where he was staying. It was all a trap.

Thinking of this, the Master did not hesitate to pack his bags and run.

It was his fate to survive, and he was lucky to have noticed the trace on the internet!

As an evil ghost cultivator, he had survived to this day by being cautious. Even with a one in a thousand chance, he would definitely escape.

Then, coincidentally, he came to this Line 5 subway.

And coincidentally, he discovered that his two useless subordinates and the precious ghost general were being pursued and purified by a foreign monk.

What a stroke of luck! If he had taken an earlier or later subway, he would have missed this one and lost the precious ghost general!

What a relief!

"It seems that after so many misfortunes, I am finally about to turn my luck around."

The Master thought to himself.

Next, I will defy the heavens!