Chapter 52
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Shen Qingfeng's soul force surged, his eyes blooming with a terrifying cyan light as he struck his palm against the top of Wan Tianhao's head.
Closing his eyes, memories of his past flashed before his eyes like a film.
Shen Qingfeng saw a beggar dressed in rags. Due to stealing someone's money, his legs were almost broken on the street …
The beggar gradually grew up, but he was not on the right track. At the age of twelve, he fought with others and killed for the first time …
He established a gang, subdued his subordinates, collected fees from the merchants, and built up the gang step by step …
Later on, he had acknowledged a high master as his master, and after obtaining a backer, he had reunited the underground powers of Jiangdong in a single night!
And his love and hatred with countless young girls …
"..."
The surging soul force washed over Wan Tianhao's body and shattered his soul into pieces, and these pieces of soul fragments quickly disappeared …
When everything in the carriage calmed down, Wan Tianhao who was sitting in the driver's seat had a silly look on his face. His soul had already disappeared, and he had truly become a zombie.
Shen Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes, the cyan light in his eyes dimmed, and he spat out a few words: "Green Killer."
The Soul Devouring Art was able to look through the memories of others and increase one's cultivation realm. However, if one's soul was used as nourishment, it could be overbearing and the enemy's soul would scatter if they were slightly weaker.
This magic technique had the characteristics of Heaven and Earth. People who specialized in this type of technique were called evil cultivators in ancient times, and they were being hunted by countless people.
However, high level cultivators would not rest until they had destroyed the opponent's soul.
Because as one's cultivation level rises, cultivators will often obtain all sorts of amazing techniques. For example, the immortal body or the soul, the body can be given up at any time.
After Shen Qingfeng got off the car, he thought for a while and took out his phone to call his mother.
Now that the threat was in front of him, he had to take care of someone who was plotting to harm his family.
As the saying goes, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. It seems that I'm not a gentleman. If I have a grudge, I'll take it on the same day!
"Hey!" Mom, I have to take supplementary lessons tonight. I'll take a break before taking the exam, so it might be very late, so I won't go back to sleep. "
"Complementary classes?" Good supplementary lessons... That Qingfeng … In the future, you will often find Muwan for supplementary lessons. "
"You can stay at her place, but you can come back after the college entrance exam. Mom won't blame you …"
Yang Jingya was worried that the house's Feng Shui problem would affect her son's future. A house being haunted was not just a joke. If word of this got out, it would devalue by several hundred thousand yuan, and perhaps no one would even want to sell it for money!
"Huh?"
"If there's nothing else, hang up! Mom won't disturb your supplementary lessons anymore. "
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Shen Qingfeng was in a daze.
What do you mean by stay at Jiang Muwan's house? You can't treat yourself as an outsider, since you can live at your place even if you want to.
Shaking his head, he tossed his distracting thoughts to the side and picked a direction before leaving this place …
"..."
The Green Death's Gate was located in a town near the Jiangdong City.
The town had a stone bridge, which made it quite famous. It was said that it had over 200 years of history.
During the war of resistance, there was a fierce battle, and many people died.
As the sun set in the west, a white-clothed youth appeared at the end of the wasteland, wielding a devil blade. It was none other than Shen Qingfeng.
This place was truly too remote. In addition, the roads were rugged, and there were many mountain roads. Even off-road vehicles couldn't get in, so no one was willing to take over the business here.
It was hard to imagine that there would be such a place near such a bustling city.
He stopped and observed his surroundings.
Looking around, there was no sign of anyone within a thousand meters.
Most of the young and strong labourers had already entered the city to work. Some of the villagers even moved their families into the city. The nearby villages only had a few old people or children guarding them. Life was not easy.
The only scenery that Shen Qingfeng saw on the way was that one hundred acres of wild sorghum. There was no race, and no one came to collect it.
This kind of plant life force was extremely tenacious. As long as there was rain, they would grow like crazy, just like the people living on this land. They had already been forgotten.
In the past, it was said that there were ghosts here because there were bandits disguised as assassins. Thus, there were often people who went missing in the sorghum fields for no reason.
According to the memories in Wan Tianhao's soul, if he were to climb another two mountains, he would reach the place where Lee Yuanhu lived.
After walking for a distance, a building that looked like an inn attracted Shen Qingfeng's attention.
The inn was a mixture of wood and earth and stone. The red paint on the wood had already fallen off, as if describing the passage of time.
There was a large flag tied to the flagpole outside, with the words "three bowls are not enough" written on it.
"What big words you have there! I'd like to see what it means to not overdo three bowls!"
When Shen Qingfeng saw the flag, he chuckled, then picked up his demon blade and walked into the tavern.
The owner of the inn was a one-eyed old man. Actually, he had already seen this white-clothed youth from afar, but he didn't have any intention of recruiting him.
Although the old man was blind in one eye, he had opened this inn and had been through storms for decades. He still had some ability to observe others.
He felt that this youth had an evil air around him. He was dressed in white and carried a large saber in his hands. The blade reflected the cold light of the setting sun, causing him to feel uncomfortable.
Although this place was not far from the city, it was still a few dozen kilometers away. The mountain roads were rough and it was impossible to get through.
This fair and clean youth had actually relied on his feet to walk all the way to this place. Wasn't this evil?
"Shop owner, do you have any wine?"
Shen Qingfeng casually picked a seat, placed his big blade on the table and asked.
"Yes, yes, yes …"
"Customer, there is a fine sorghum wine in the shop. This wine of ours, its original flavor, its fragrance is unrestrained and unrestrained, it's to your satisfaction. " The old man did not dare to be negligent as he trotted over and bowed as he spoke.
"I see a flag hanging on the door of the hotel. What do you mean by that?"
"I dare not hide it from little brother. Our sorghum wine is too high, so I made a rule that anyone who can drink three bowls of wine without getting drunk will get a free drink."
"What dishes are there for the wine?"
"Only beef."
"Give me four catties of cooked beef and two jars of wine. "Remember, the wine must be good!"
"Sir, don't worry. It will definitely be the best wine."
The old man squeezed out a smile, nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, and quickly went to the kitchen.
"Mother, Mother, go to the southwest! The wide road, the long treasured vessel. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! A fine, spirited horse, coiled and entangled in full length. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! "Your sweet spot is settled, your hard spot is turned to money."
"..."
At this time, a nursery rhyme was heard.
A boy with half a year of age turned in from the back of the inn. He wore open-cropped pants and wore a ponytail. Because he was exposed to the sun all year round, his face had a healthy flush.
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Shen Qingfeng's soul force surged, his eyes blooming with a terrifying cyan light as he struck his palm against the top of Wan Tianhao's head.
Closing his eyes, memories of his past flashed before his eyes like a film.
Shen Qingfeng saw a beggar dressed in rags. Due to stealing someone's money, his legs were almost broken on the street …
The beggar gradually grew up, but he was not on the right track. At the age of twelve, he fought with others and killed for the first time …
He established a gang, subdued his subordinates, collected fees from the merchants, and built up the gang step by step …
Later on, he had acknowledged a high master as his master, and after obtaining a backer, he had reunited the underground powers of Jiangdong in a single night!
And his love and hatred with countless young girls …
"..."
The surging soul force washed over Wan Tianhao's body and shattered his soul into pieces, and these pieces of soul fragments quickly disappeared …
When everything in the carriage calmed down, Wan Tianhao who was sitting in the driver's seat had a silly look on his face. His soul had already disappeared, and he had truly become a zombie.
Shen Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes, the cyan light in his eyes dimmed, and he spat out a few words: "Green Killer."
The Soul Devouring Art was able to look through the memories of others and increase one's cultivation realm. However, if one's soul was used as nourishment, it could be overbearing and the enemy's soul would scatter if they were slightly weaker.
This magic technique had the characteristics of Heaven and Earth. People who specialized in this type of technique were called evil cultivators in ancient times, and they were being hunted by countless people.
However, high level cultivators would not rest until they had destroyed the opponent's soul.
Because as one's cultivation level rises, cultivators will often obtain all sorts of amazing techniques. For example, the immortal body or the soul, the body can be given up at any time.
After Shen Qingfeng got off the car, he thought for a while and took out his phone to call his mother.
Now that the threat was in front of him, he had to take care of someone who was plotting to harm his family.
As the saying goes, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. It seems that I'm not a gentleman. If I have a grudge, I'll take it on the same day!
"Hey!" Mom, I have to take supplementary lessons tonight. I'll take a break before taking the exam, so it might be very late, so I won't go back to sleep. "
"Complementary classes?" Good supplementary lessons... That Qingfeng … In the future, you will often find Muwan for supplementary lessons. "
"You can stay at her place, but you can come back after the college entrance exam. Mom won't blame you …"
Yang Jingya was worried that the house's Feng Shui problem would affect her son's future. A house being haunted was not just a joke. If word of this got out, it would devalue by several hundred thousand yuan, and perhaps no one would even want to sell it for money!
"Huh?"
"If there's nothing else, hang up! Mom won't disturb your supplementary lessons anymore. "
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Shen Qingfeng was in a daze.
What do you mean by stay at Jiang Muwan's house? You can't treat yourself as an outsider, since you can live at your place even if you want to.
Shaking his head, he tossed his distracting thoughts to the side and picked a direction before leaving this place …
"..."
The Green Death's Gate was located in a town near the Jiangdong City.
The town had a stone bridge, which made it quite famous. It was said that it had over 200 years of history.
During the war of resistance, there was a fierce battle, and many people died.
As the sun set in the west, a white-clothed youth appeared at the end of the wasteland, wielding a devil blade. It was none other than Shen Qingfeng.
This place was truly too remote. In addition, the roads were rugged, and there were many mountain roads. Even off-road vehicles couldn't get in, so no one was willing to take over the business here.
It was hard to imagine that there would be such a place near such a bustling city.
He stopped and observed his surroundings.
Looking around, there was no sign of anyone within a thousand meters.
Most of the young and strong labourers had already entered the city to work. Some of the villagers even moved their families into the city. The nearby villages only had a few old people or children guarding them. Life was not easy.
The only scenery that Shen Qingfeng saw on the way was that one hundred acres of wild sorghum. There was no race, and no one came to collect it.
This kind of plant life force was extremely tenacious. As long as there was rain, they would grow like crazy, just like the people living on this land. They had already been forgotten.
In the past, it was said that there were ghosts here because there were bandits disguised as assassins. Thus, there were often people who went missing in the sorghum fields for no reason.
According to the memories in Wan Tianhao's soul, if he were to climb another two mountains, he would reach the place where Lee Yuanhu lived.
After walking for a distance, a building that looked like an inn attracted Shen Qingfeng's attention.
The inn was a mixture of wood and earth and stone. The red paint on the wood had already fallen off, as if describing the passage of time.
There was a large flag tied to the flagpole outside, with the words "three bowls are not enough" written on it.
"What big words you have there! I'd like to see what it means to not overdo three bowls!"
When Shen Qingfeng saw the flag, he chuckled, then picked up his demon blade and walked into the tavern.
The owner of the inn was a one-eyed old man. Actually, he had already seen this white-clothed youth from afar, but he didn't have any intention of recruiting him.
Although the old man was blind in one eye, he had opened this inn and had been through storms for decades. He still had some ability to observe others.
He felt that this youth had an evil air around him. He was dressed in white and carried a large saber in his hands. The blade reflected the cold light of the setting sun, causing him to feel uncomfortable.
Although this place was not far from the city, it was still a few dozen kilometers away. The mountain roads were rough and it was impossible to get through.
This fair and clean youth had actually relied on his feet to walk all the way to this place. Wasn't this evil?
"Shop owner, do you have any wine?"
Shen Qingfeng casually picked a seat, placed his big blade on the table and asked.
"Yes, yes, yes …"
"Customer, there is a fine sorghum wine in the shop. This wine of ours, its original flavor, its fragrance is unrestrained and unrestrained, it's to your satisfaction. " The old man did not dare to be negligent as he trotted over and bowed as he spoke.
"I see a flag hanging on the door of the hotel. What do you mean by that?"
"I dare not hide it from little brother. Our sorghum wine is too high, so I made a rule that anyone who can drink three bowls of wine without getting drunk will get a free drink."
"What dishes are there for the wine?"
"Only beef."
"Give me four catties of cooked beef and two jars of wine. "Remember, the wine must be good!"
"Sir, don't worry. It will definitely be the best wine."
The old man squeezed out a smile, nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, and quickly went to the kitchen.
"Mother, Mother, go to the southwest! The wide road, the long treasured vessel. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! A fine, spirited horse, coiled and entangled in full length. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! "Your sweet spot is settled, your hard spot is turned to money."
"..."
At this time, a nursery rhyme was heard.
A boy with half a year of age turned in from the back of the inn. He wore open-cropped pants and wore a ponytail. Because he was exposed to the sun all year round, his face had a healthy flush.
Shen Qingfeng's soul force surged, his eyes blooming with a terrifying cyan light as he struck his palm against the top of Wan Tianhao's head.Closing his eyes, memories of his past flashed before his eyes like a film.Shen Qingfeng saw a beggar dressed in rags. Due to stealing someone's money, his legs were almost broken on the street The beggar gradually grew up, but he was not on the right track. At the age of twelve, he fought with others and killed for the first time He established a gang, subdued his subordinates, collected fees from the merchants, and built up the gang step by step Later on, he had acknowledged a high master as his master, and after obtaining a backer, he had reunited the underground powers of Jiangdong in a single night!And his love and hatred with countless young girls "..."The surging soul force washed over Wan Tianhao's body and shattered his soul into pieces, and these pieces of soul fragments quickly disappeared When everything in the carriage calmed down, Wan Tianhao who was sitting in the driver's seat had a silly look on his face. His soul had already disappeared, and he had truly become a zombie.Shen Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes, the cyan light in his eyes dimmed, and he spat out a few words: "Green Killer."The Soul Devouring Art was able to look through the memories of others and increase one's cultivation realm. However, if one's soul was used as nourishment, it could be overbearing and the enemy's soul would scatter if they were slightly weaker.This magic technique had the characteristics of Heaven and Earth. People who specialized in this type of technique were called evil cultivators in ancient times, and they were being hunted by countless people.However, high level cultivators would not rest until they had destroyed the opponent's soul.Because as one's cultivation level rises, cultivators will often obtain all sorts of amazing techniques. For example, the immortal body or the soul, the body can be given up at any time.After Shen Qingfeng got off the car, he thought for a while and took out his phone to call his mother.Now that the threat was in front of him, he had to take care of someone who was plotting to harm his family.As the saying goes, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. It seems that I'm not a gentleman. If I have a grudge, I'll take it on the same day!"Hey!" Mom, I have to take supplementary lessons tonight. I'll take a break before taking the exam, so it might be very late, so I won't go back to sleep. ""Complementary classes?" Good supplementary lessons... That Qingfeng In the future, you will often find Muwan for supplementary lessons. ""You can stay at her place, but you can come back after the college entrance exam. Mom won't blame you "Yang Jingya was worried that the house's Feng Shui problem would affect her son's future. A house being haunted was not just a joke. If word of this got out, it would devalue by several hundred thousand yuan, and perhaps no one would even want to sell it for money!"Huh?""If there's nothing else, hang up! Mom won't disturb your supplementary lessons anymore. "Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Shen Qingfeng was in a daze.What do you mean by stay at Jiang Muwan's house? You can't treat yourself as an outsider, since you can live at your place even if you want to.Shaking his head, he tossed his distracting thoughts to the side and picked a direction before leaving this place "..."The Green Death's Gate was located in a town near the Jiangdong City.The town had a stone bridge, which made it quite famous. It was said that it had over 200 years of history.During the war of resistance, there was a fierce battle, and many people died.As the sun set in the west, a white-clothed youth appeared at the end of the wasteland, wielding a devil blade. It was none other than Shen Qingfeng.This place was truly too remote. In addition, the roads were rugged, and there were many mountain roads. Even off-road vehicles couldn't get in, so no one was willing to take over the business here.It was hard to imagine that there would be such a place near such a bustling city.He stopped and observed his surroundings.Looking around, there was no sign of anyone within a thousand meters.Most of the young and strong labourers had already entered the city to work. Some of the villagers even moved their families into the city. The nearby villages only had a few old people or children guarding them. Life was not easy.The only scenery that Shen Qingfeng saw on the way was that one hundred acres of wild sorghum. There was no race, and no one came to collect it.This kind of plant life force was extremely tenacious. As long as there was rain, they would grow like crazy, just like the people living on this land. They had already been forgotten.In the past, it was said that there were ghosts here because there were bandits disguised as assassins. Thus, there were often people who went missing in the sorghum fields for no reason.According to the memories in Wan Tianhao's soul, if he were to climb another two mountains, he would reach the place where Lee Yuanhu lived.After walking for a distance, a building that looked like an inn attracted Shen Qingfeng's attention.The inn was a mixture of wood and earth and stone. The red paint on the wood had already fallen off, as if describing the passage of time.There was a large flag tied to the flagpole outside, with the words "three bowls are not enough" written on it."What big words you have there! I'd like to see what it means to not overdo three bowls!"When Shen Qingfeng saw the flag, he chuckled, then picked up his demon blade and walked into the tavern.The owner of the inn was a one-eyed old man. Actually, he had already seen this white-clothed youth from afar, but he didn't have any intention of recruiting him.Although the old man was blind in one eye, he had opened this inn and had been through storms for decades. He still had some ability to observe others.He felt that this youth had an evil air around him. He was dressed in white and carried a large saber in his hands. The blade reflected the cold light of the setting sun, causing him to feel uncomfortable.Although this place was not far from the city, it was still a few dozen kilometers away. The mountain roads were rough and it was impossible to get through.This fair and clean youth had actually relied on his feet to walk all the way to this place. Wasn't this evil?"Shop owner, do you have any wine?"Shen Qingfeng casually picked a seat, placed his big blade on the table and asked."Yes, yes, yes ""Customer, there is a fine sorghum wine in the shop. This wine of ours, its original flavor, its fragrance is unrestrained and unrestrained, it's to your satisfaction. " The old man did not dare to be negligent as he trotted over and bowed as he spoke."I see a flag hanging on the door of the hotel. What do you mean by that?""I dare not hide it from little brother. Our sorghum wine is too high, so I made a rule that anyone who can drink three bowls of wine without getting drunk will get a free drink.""What dishes are there for the wine?""Only beef.""Give me four catties of cooked beef and two jars of wine. "Remember, the wine must be good!""Sir, don't worry. It will definitely be the best wine."The old man squeezed out a smile, nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, and quickly went to the kitchen."Mother, Mother, go to the southwest! The wide road, the long treasured vessel. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! A fine, spirited horse, coiled and entangled in full length. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! "Your sweet spot is settled, your hard spot is turned to money.""..."At this time, a nursery rhyme was heard.A boy with half a year of age turned in from the back of the inn. He wore open-cropped pants and wore a ponytail. Because he was exposed to the sun all year round, his face had a healthy flush.
