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He had met Ma Xiaoling a few days ago. She had not yet become a Saint Master, but now she had broken through the shackles and reached the peak of realm 17!
Uncle Feng exclaimed in amazement, "That's insane! How could someone improve so quickly in just a few days?"
Ma Xiaoling smiled but didn't explain; this was a secret between her and Fang Han.
She didn't want to reveal Fang Han's identity yet.
Seeing that Ma Xiaoling did not answer, Uncle Feng did not press her further, after all, everyone has secrets.
He turned to look at Fang Han and asked in surprise, "Xiao Ling, who is this young man? Is he your boyfriend?"
"no!"
Ma Xiaoling blushed slightly and quickly explained, "His name is Fang Han, and he's my... employee!"
After saying this, Ma Xiaoling whispered in Fang Han's ear, "Don't reveal your identity for now. Your background is too amazing."
Fang Han didn't speak, but looked Feng Shu up and down and recognized him. He was Lin Zhengying!
It's just a character played by Lam Ching-ying in "The Exorcist Police"!
The zombie drug trafficking plot is exactly what's depicted in the movie!
"Xiao Ling, now that your cultivation has broken through, it seems like we're almost certain to win this time," Uncle Feng said.
"I was initially worried that, since the other party was from the Nine Chrysanthemums faction, it might be a bit troublesome..."
Before Uncle Feng could finish speaking, Ma Xiaoling laughed and said, "Don't worry, I can easily handle this!"
As she spoke, she looked at the two police officers beside Uncle Feng.
"These two people don't need to go, and ordinary people shouldn't get involved."
"it is good!"
Uncle Feng nodded, then sent the two officers back, while he took Ma Xiaoling alone to find the murderer.
Ma Xiaoling drove away from the city and soon arrived in the suburbs.
At this moment, Uncle Feng took out a paper crane from his pocket, which was folded from a tracking talisman. He then cast a spell by making a hand seal with his right hand.
"go--"
A thousand paper cranes flew out of the car window, leading the way and searching for the 'murderer's' presence.
Ma Xiaoling's eyes were fixed on the paper crane, and she followed closely in her car.
Uncle Feng said, "Someone is controlling walking corpses to transport poison. The method is the corpse control technique of the Nine Chrysanthemums School. The other party is at least a Celestial Master."
"To be able to control the zombies in the city from the outskirts of the city, I reckon this person holds a significant position within the Nine Chrysanthemums faction..."
Ma Xiaoling remained calm and unconcerned, now that she had reached the peak of the Saint Master realm, she was filled with confidence.
Fang Han sat in the back row, frowning as he fell into deep thought.
The Nine Chrysanthemums School?
He had no good feelings towards this sect. Sixty years ago, it launched a war of aggression against China. He never expected that sixty years later, this sect would still be haunting him!
Not long after, Ma Xiaoling drove to a village on the outskirts of the city, and a thousand paper cranes flew into a courtyard...
"Uncle Feng, is it here?" Ma Xiaoling looked towards the courtyard. The vermilion gate was tightly closed, and wisps of white smoke drifted out from the cracks in the door...
As soon as Ma Xiaoling got out of the car, she noticed something strange: "Such a heavy yin energy!"
She looked through the crack in the door; the white smoke was formed from condensed yin energy, a sign that the yin energy was abundant.
Uncle Feng looked serious as he carefully examined the gate, which had two snake-shaped carvings on it.
In the fields opposite the gate, there are two tall utility poles.
Upon seeing this, Uncle Feng's expression changed slightly:
"Two snakes coiled in front of the gate, and two pillars reaching the sky opposite, blocking out sunlight—this is the Extreme Burial Pavilion!"
"The feng shui of this place has been altered, gathering yin energy from all directions. It seems that the person behind this not only controls corpses but also understands feng shui mysticism!"
Uncle Feng looked solemn as he slowly pushed open the door with both hands.
crunch~~
The door opened, and a wave of eerie energy rushed out.
Uncle Feng entered the courtyard, followed closely by Ma Xiaoling and Fang Han. The three of them arrived in the courtyard, where the ground was covered with black mud.
Ma Xiaoling looked around. The black soil was eerie. She dug into the soil with her foot, and underneath were white glass shards.
Upon seeing this, Uncle Feng's face turned ashen: "This is a corpse-raising ground, where mist is condensed using glass, gathering the essence of heaven and earth!"
"This soil is black lime, used for preservation. It seems there are many corpses buried underground..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground around them shook, and corpses burst out of the ground one after another.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
These corpses had bloodshot eyes, ferocious faces, and fangs that gleamed with a cold light—they were clearly zombies!
There were at least a dozen zombies, all staring intently at Uncle Feng.
It was daytime, but the courtyard was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, preventing sunlight from reaching it, so the zombies' strength remained unaffected.
Furthermore, the zombies, having been trained using secret methods, are no longer afraid of sunlight; they simply require a caster to control them.
Uncle Feng looked at the zombies as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Xiaoling, it seems we've been discovered. Someone is controlling zombies to fight us!"
Ma Xiaoling opened her makeup case and took out the Demon-Slaying Wand 377.
"Leave it to me!" Her pretty face turned cold as she brandished the Demon-Subduing Staff and charged at the zombies, fighting against more than a dozen of them single-handedly.
Fang Han ignored the zombies; they were just minor characters, the strongest being a Corpse General, not even reaching the level of a Corpse King.
He looked towards the courtyard room, staring at the tightly closed door, and sensed magical fluctuations inside.
The person inside the house was no less skilled than Uncle Feng; he was an Onmyoji from the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect!
"I never expected to encounter the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect again after sixty years. It seems I have a special connection with them..."
A cold smile played on Fang Han's lips as he strode towards the room.
He arrived at the door, then slowly pushed it open. Inside, a woman in a kimono was sitting cross-legged...
The woman is casting a spell with her hands forming a mudra, controlling the zombies in the courtyard.
At the same time, Ma Xiaoling, with her Saint Master cultivation, easily killed more than a dozen zombies. The woman in the kimono trembled slightly, suffering a backlash from the magic, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Are all the zombies dead?"
She looked up in horror at the doorway, her eyes meeting Fang Han's.
Michiko's eyes widened as she saw a handsome man with cold eyes, staring intently at her...
At that moment, Michiko felt a chill run through her body, a suffocating sense of impending death...
"Who are you?"
Her voice trembled, she felt death staring at her, and her whole body was unable to move.
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Michiko was terrified, feeling that the man before her could kill her with ease...
It's an intuition, a keen sense of danger.
Even though Fang Han had no aura and looked like an ordinary person, she still found it terrifying.
At this moment, Ma Dingdang finished dealing with the zombies and came up behind Fang Han, with Uncle Feng following behind.
The two men looked at Michiko. Besides the woman in the kimono, there was also a bodyguard in a suit standing in front of Michiko.
"As expected, she's from the Nine Chrysanthemums faction!" Uncle Feng's face turned ashen as he stared at the pattern on Michiko's chest, a chrysanthemum symbol.
In each of the four corners of the room, there was a vase filled with chrysanthemums.
The chrysanthemum is the totem of the Nine Chrysanthemums sect and serves as its symbol.
Ma Xiaoling frowned. She had heard of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect, a sect with a history of over a thousand years, whose strength should not be underestimated.
"The Nine Chrysanthemum School originated in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. As trade began between Japan and China, they learned the Chinese art of divination and escape, and thus evolved from it..."
"After more than a thousand years of development, they have become skilled in Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination), and have also studied many evil spells, such as raising and controlling corpses. Sixty years ago, they even launched a war of aggression!"
Mentioning the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect, Ma Xiaoling and Uncle Feng both looked furious; they deeply hated this sect.
Uncle Feng said coldly, "Sixty years ago, your Nine Chrysanthemums faction suffered heavy casualties, and now you still dare to traffic drugs in Hong Kong?"
Michiko didn't speak, but stared at Fang Han, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
She was completely immobilized, feeling as if she were being locked onto by a murderous intent. Only she could sense this intent; no one else noticed anything amiss.
The bodyguard stood protectively in front of Michiko and said in a low voice, "Boss, you run! I'll hold off these three..."
As he spoke, the bodyguard pulled a pistol from his clothes.