Chapter 38: Fang Qiuyue, Die!

Swish!

The vision before his eyes suddenly shifted, and red frames appeared in his mind, flashing frantically.

【Detectable repairable fatal wound detected. Spend 5 energy points to repair?】

After several frantic flashes.

The red frame suddenly changed.

【Detectable repairable fatal wound detected. Spend 6 energy points to repair?】

'Should I repair it?'

Zhang Lingshan's heart was nervous to the extreme.

Those two had not yet left. If he repaired it immediately and they noticed something was wrong, he would still be unable to avoid death.

He could only wait quietly.

Fortunately, due to Fang Qiuyue's urging, the two did not delay and immediately pushed open the door.

*Creak.*

Li Ziming was heard closing the door behind them: "If they really turn into evil spirits, we can't let that benefit the family of three next door. Hehe."

As the words fell.

The two of them leaped over the wall with a *whoosh* and disappeared from the courtyard.

It wasn't until he could no longer hear any sound that Zhang Lingshan roared in his heart: "Repair!"

*Hiss, hiss, hiss.*

A sound like a small snake flicking its tongue came from within his body. It felt as though the blood vessels and muscles around his heart were growing invisibly under the replenishment of energy, re-sealing the gap pierced by the steel nail.

A moment later.

Zhang Lingshan finally caught his breath. He slowly climbed up and moved his limbs, finding that his body was not stiff at all, but remained as vigorous as ever.

If it weren't for the pool of blood left on his clothes and the ground, and the 10 energy points missing from his panel, he would have suspected that what just happened was a hallucination.

'When I was testing medicinal herbs earlier, I found the panel could warn me of poisoning; now it can actually bring someone back from the dead. It seems I need to save more energy for emergencies in the future.'

Zhang Lingshan thought to himself secretly.

He noticed that the panel's prompt just now was "Detectable repairable fatal wound," which meant there were also irreparable fatal wounds.

For example, having one's head cut off directly, having one's heart crushed, or being torn into ten thousand pieces?

In such cases, even if repair were possible, the energy points required would likely be an astronomical number.

Therefore, relying on energy points to repair one's way into death was unwise; he had to cultivate steadily and low-key, making sure never to provoke those invincible experts.

Like these two sudden madmen today.

In their hands, Zhang Lingshan felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

He had thought that after breaking through the Stone Skin stage, he possessed some strength and had gained a certain status and favor at both the Feng Clan Pharmacy and the Hong Clan Martial Arts Hall.

But in reality, in the eyes of true experts, he was nothing at all.

'What do I do now? If those two come back in a bit, I'll die. But going out at night is equally dangerous...'

For a moment, Zhang Lingshan was at a loss.

Being weak, he was stuck in a position where he could neither advance nor retreat.

Suddenly.

A sharp whistle echoed through the night sky.

Following it were shouts, sounds of striking, and the whistling of arrows cutting through the air.

"Haha! A couple of sickly cats trying to ambush your Grandpa Ming! Xiaoyue, block them for me!"

Li Ziming's loud laughter drifted from the distance, the echoes growing fainter until they vanished completely.

Zhang Lingshan's heart jolted.

As expected, it takes an evil man to grind an evil man; there is always a higher mountain!

Even though that "Dead Man Face" was formidable, he was still scared off by the expert hiding in the Zhao family residence on Qinghe Road.

The other woman, Xiaoyue, was weaker than Dead Man Face and had been abandoned by him; she was likely doomed.

He wouldn't have to worry about the two of them returning here.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before Zhang Lingshan could fully relax, he heard voices approaching from nearby: "Officer, where did that woman hide? Should we search room by room to find her?"

"No need. An unknown junior who has been struck by my Fire Poison is bound to die; there's no need to waste energy. Follow me to pursue Li Ziming. If we can capture him alive, it will be a great achievement!"

"Yes!"

*Scurry, scurry, scurry.*

The men left instantly, and the area returned to silence.

But suddenly.

Zhang Lingshan heard a *thud* coming from the courtyard.

'Someone is coming?'

He was shocked.

Who would come to his courtyard in the middle of such a dangerous night?

Ordinary people wouldn't even dare to step outside at night.

Could it be...

Zhang Lingshan's muscles instantly tensed. He thought of the words "Fire Poison" mentioned by that "Officer."

He didn't have Fire Poison.

However, his Hunyuan Zhenyang Post possessed the essence of fire, which might serve some purpose.

He immediately held his breath, hid behind the door, pulled out his dagger, and took a Baoyang Stance.

His left hand was positioned on top, ready to cover a mouth.

His right hand was positioned below, ready to slit a throat.

At this moment, Zhang Lingshan knew he had reached the most critical juncture. He was nervous to the extreme, yet equally calm to the extreme.

He waited with total concentration for the opponent to enter the room.

*Creak.*

The door pushed open gently.

A slender figure stumbled into the room, falling right into Zhang Lingshan's arms.

Without a word, Zhang Lingshan's left hand clamped over the person's mouth, while his right hand, holding the dagger, stabbed frantically at the person's throat.

*Puchi! Puchi!*

Blood flowed like a torrent.

At first, it was a trickle, then it began to spray outward, with shredded flesh from the throat being ejected by the pressure.

"Mmmph... mmmph..."

Muffled sounds came from Fang Qiuyue's mouth. Her body struggled desperately, but she couldn't utter a single word, and her strength gradually ebbed away.

Her heart was shocked to the extreme!

Who was hiding here to ambush her? How did he know she would come here?

She had clearly calculated everything—as long as she returned to this house, she could abandon this broken body infected with Fire Poison and possess the corpse of that boy to deceive her way to freedom.

Once she escaped, she could find an opportunity to discard this stinking man's shell and return to her female form.

But...

The bright moonlight poured through the wide-open door, shining clearly onto Zhang Lingshan's face.

"You... you!"

Fang Qiuyue collapsed to the ground. Finally, at the moment of her death, she saw the face of her attacker. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand how this useless person, whom she had clearly killed, had suddenly come back to life.

Had he become an evil spirit?

But if he were an evil spirit, he shouldn't have a physical body.

And when he had just grabbed her, his body had released the power of Fire Poison, leaving her limbs weak and unable to move, unable even to project her soul.

Could this boy also be a bailiff of Fengdu, playing this game just to wait for her, Fang Qiuyue, to walk into his trap?

No.

If he were a lackey of Fengdu, Li Ziming would have noticed.

But how could a mere mortal martial artist kill the great Netherworld Master!?

Unwilling.

Fang Qiuyue's eyes remained wide, dying with resentment, refusing to believe that her life would end in such a manner.

Zhang Lingshan watched her quietly.

This time, he did not experience the heart-pounding tremors he felt when he first killed the thug Li Hu.

Nor did he feel the exhaustion he felt during the battle with the demon rabbit.

On the contrary!

He felt filled with power; he even felt like stabbing Fang Qiuyue a few more times.

*Damn it.*

*Weren't you so powerful? You killed me with a single steel nail.*

*Now I'm going to cut your head off. No matter how many tricks you have, let's see how you use them then.*

Just as Zhang Lingshan was planning to dismember her to eliminate any future trouble.

A sudden gust of yin wind swept in from behind.

"Hehe, Zhang Lingshan, you're finally back. Uncle Fu has been waiting for you for far too long..."

"What do you think you're doing? Can't you see I'm busy killing someone!"

Zhang Lingshan spun around abruptly, the fire from his Hunyuan Zhenyang Post flaring upward.

His blood-stained face was terrifyingly grim, looking exactly like a god of slaughter.

Li Fu was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected the opponent to be even more ferocious than himself. He let out a piercing scream like a rat seeing a cat and bolted out the door.

*Clang!*

Zhang Lingshan rushed forward and slammed the door shut.

He wasn't afraid of a coward like Li Fu; he was afraid of attracting other things.

'Right.'

Seeing himself covered in blood and looking filthy, a sudden idea struck Zhang Lingshan.

He searched Fang Qiuyue thoroughly, stowed everything away, and then stripped off all his bloodied clothes.

Then, he climbed over the wall and snuck into Li Fu's house.

"You... you... what do you want?"

Li Fu's family of three huddled in a corner, faces filled with terror.

He was filled with regret. What madness had possessed him to provoke such a ferocious fellow?

If he had known Zhang Lingshan hid such a face, he should have cursed the Sanjiang Gambling House instead.