Chapter 16

"Shit."

Upon hearing this voice, Feng Jueyu's scalp tingled, and he jumped as if electrocuted: "Damn, is there a ghost?"

"You're the one who's a ghost," the voice replied.

Following the direction of the voice, a short, middle-aged old man wearing a tattered cotton robe emerged, holding an old oil lamp in his hand.

The mortuary was a place where no one came, and it was even darker at midnight. Suddenly, someone appeared with an oil lamp, revealing a ghostly pale face, which was indeed frightening.

Fortunately, Feng Jueyu had been a killer in his previous life and had seen countless dead bodies; otherwise, he would have been scared to death.

Gathering his courage, he stretched his neck and, with the help of the dim light, looked in the direction of the voice: "Damn, it really is a ghost."

Under the statue in the hall, the old man's ghastly face appeared. This old man had an exceptionally bizarre appearance: a long, thin neck supporting a large head, with only six sparse hairs on it, two of which were white. His two green, beady eyes emitted a cold light, and he had a small nose, a wide mouth, and a large black mole on the left side of his chin, from which a tuft of black hair grew.

Who would believe he wasn't a ghost? No wonder the experienced killer Feng Jueyu was startled.

However, Feng Jueyu confirmed that this was not a ghost but a real person, though his appearance was not something to be praised.

Since it was a person, it wasn't scary. Feng Jueyu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he put his hands on his hips and pointed at the old man, scolding him: "Old man, you shouldn't scare people like that. Don't you know that scaring people can scare them to death?"

The old man hadn't said anything yet but was already being scolded by Feng Jueyu. He was stunned for a moment and then retorted: "You damn brat, you came to my territory, and I haven't scolded you yet, but you start scolding me? Tell me, who are you, and what are you doing here at midnight?"

"Who are you to ask?" Feng Jueyu glared: "Who are you, and what are you doing here at midnight?"

"Hey?" The old man with the green face was taken aback and angrily said: "Who am I? I'm the caretaker here, watching over the dead bodies. What about you? Speak up, or I'll report you to the authorities and have you locked up."

"I..." Feng Jueyu paused, breaking out in a cold sweat. It seemed he had indeed come to someone else's territory. He felt a bit ashamed but then thought, "I haven't stolen or robbed anything, so why should I be ashamed?" He straightened his back and answered: "I'm here to borrow something."

The old man, holding the oil lamp, laughed in anger: "Damn, I've lived a long life, but this is the first time I've heard of someone coming to a place of the dead to borrow something. Are you borrowing or stealing? Come on, tell me what you want to borrow."

As he spoke, the old man walked toward Feng Jueyu with the oil lamp, neither hurried nor slow.

"None of your business," Feng Jueyu pouted, not wanting to stay any longer, and turned to leave.

However, just as he turned, a cold wind blew from behind him, instantly penetrating his back and making his skin feel cold.

His vision blurred, and the old man mysteriously appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"An expert?" Feng Jueyu's heart sank. What the hell is going on? A corpse watcher has such fast movements?

Feng Jueyu, who had spent years on the edge of life and death, could see that the old man had martial arts skills. Not to mention the faint white light gradually appearing on the old man's body, his movements were not something an ordinary person could perform. Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be amazed.

"Didn't expect you to be a martial artist," Feng Jueyu coldly snorted.

There were seven realms of martial arts: Purple, White, Gold, Green, Orange, Blue, and Green. The white light represented the True Martial realm. Although Feng Jueyu currently had only the level of the Void Martial realm, his combat experience was very seasoned, thanks to the memory of his previous life, which included over a decade of assassination experience. When it came to fighting, how could Evil Emperor Feng Jue be afraid?

"Good," he growled. Feng Jueyu did not retreat but advanced, stomping his right foot hard, producing a solid thud.

Peng.

Just as his right foot landed and the sound echoed, Feng Jueyu's left hand shot out, extending a palm. This palm was extremely fast, with a trajectory that changed in many ways. It seemed to aim directly at the old man's face, but halfway through, the fingertips bent, forming a claw, slightly tilting downward, targeting the throat.

"Huh?"

The old man clearly did not expect Feng Jueyu to have such skills. This claw seemed simple but was actually vicious and unexpected, aiming directly at his throat. If this claw landed, he would be at the mercy of Feng Jueyu, and even a slight force could strangle him.

The old man frowned, stepped forward without retreating, and raised his right hand to block the fierce claw. He used a Tai Chi circular motion, using softness to overcome hardness, and pressed down on Feng Jueyu's right claw...

Just as he was about to counterattack, a sharp wind suddenly blew from the left, and Feng Jueyu's left hand also grabbed over. These two moves were seamlessly connected, giving the old man no chance to counterattack. The claw aimed at the top of the old man's head.

"Hmm?" The old man finally became more cautious. In his understanding, these two moves were like relentless attacks, but they also contained profound principles, appearing very natural.

Although the young man in front of him did not seem very powerful, his moves and speed, as well as his adaptability and control of the situation, were rare among experts, which surprised him.

"This is a tough opponent," the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light. He knew he had encountered a formidable opponent today, and with his injuries, his strength was greatly reduced, so he had to be careful.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, the old man had blocked Feng Jueyu's double claws but did not notice the cold wind from below.

The groin, a vital area.

Without looking, the old man knew what was about to happen. This kid was shamelessly attacking his private parts. Damn, I've never seen anyone so shameless in my life. If I don't cripple you today, I won't be named Gongyang.

Cursing, the old man jumped up, his hands crossed and pressed down hard, while his legs spread wide, leaping about a meter high...

"Bang!"

Palm and leg collided, producing a dull sound. The struggle of true qi was evident.

The old man's body glowed a ghastly white, and the force in his hands was strong, making Feng Jueyu's right foot numb.

At this moment, the life and death qi in his meridians began to flow, quickly restoring his normal state.

Feng Jueyu retreated several steps, inwardly alarmed. They say this world respects martial arts, and it seems to be true. A corpse watcher has such skills, which is not simple. Damn, if such an expert went to Earth to be a killer, they would be among the top ten. To think they are here watching over dead bodies, it's really unbelievable.

After retreating, Feng Jueyu did not continue to attack. He knew that although he had the help of the Life and Death Qi, relying on his years of killing experience to defeat the old man was not difficult, but he would also be injured, and it might even end in a mutual defeat, which would be a loss.

So, Feng Jueyu shouted: "Old man, I haven't provoked you. Don't force me. I respect the elderly and love the young. Let's make a deal. I'll leave now, and we'll call it even, okay?"

The old man had already been driven mad by Feng Jueyu's killing moves. Although he was old, he was still full of vigor. How could he let you bully him?

Cursing, the old man stomped forward, his big-toed, tattered shoes causing the ground to tremble three times, and he charged over like a fierce bull: "Make a deal with you? You won't escape from my hands today, Gongyang Yu."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As he spoke, the old man's speed increased by more than double.

Saying he wasn't afraid would be a lie. After all, the old man was a True Martial realm expert, but Feng Jueyu was not to be underestimated. The Life and Death Qi rapidly circulated, greatly enhancing his strength. This was his first battle in Tai Xuan, and he couldn't let his fellow Earthlings down.

"Shit, whether you're Gongyang Yu or a female sheep, if you don't get out of the way, I'll beat you into a dried, stinky fish."

With a fierce shout, Feng Jueyu swept forward in a whirlwind, engaging the old man in combat.

Feng Jueyu, after all, was a killer and rarely faced enemies directly, but he couldn't just stand there and be killed. Besides, he had received specialized training from his master since childhood, excelling in ambush and assassination. One-on-one combat was not far off.

As he charged forward, he used all the skills he knew: dragon steps, tiger strides, Five Elements Bagua, Xingyi Tan legs, Wing Chun Hong fist... One move after another, pressing relentlessly, showing no mercy...

Throat, top of the head, Tai acupoint, armpit, abdomen, groin, fifteen, anus... All these vital points were locked in Feng Jueyu's deadly vision.

In the eyes of the world, these dark spots were all his targets.

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