"What the hell is that?"
At midnight, a child with delicate features, red lips and white teeth walked along the courtyard wall carrying a lantern. The scene was strange no matter how you looked at it, and it was chilling to behold.
"I don't know, it's probably some kind of guardian spirit. Don't panic, this little thing isn't strong, it hasn't been around for long."
"There's been no news for so long, the person must be gone."
"Three fools who didn't know their own mortality. They wrote articles that could reach the ears of the emperor, and they actually thought his house was so simple that they just climbed over the wall and went in."
In the darkness, a group of people, almost perfectly blending into the night, lay prone in a ditch. Their eyes, honed by special drugs over a long period, were able to see through the darkness, and their ears, trained in a similar way, could hear the faint wails and screams coming from a distant mansion.
"Boss, when do we infiltrate?"
"Wait a little longer. There are quite a few people coming tonight, and there are probably quite a few impatient ones who can't wait any longer."
"Trying to fish in troubled waters?"
"Well, our mission is simply to find out what's going on. It doesn't matter if it's valuable or not. There's no rush. We can even stay here all night without any problem."
Something's up!
In the distance, dozens or even hundreds of pairs of eyes, gleaming with green light, appeared in the mountain hollow. Then, riding a nauseating, foul wind, they surged toward the Wind Mansion.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak squeak!
A chilling sound echoed in the night as enormous, gray-haired rats, driven by some force, rushed toward Fengfu.
"Tsk~ What a bunch of rats! I wonder which family raised them?"
A faint sigh arose, and the group of people lying in the sandy ditch looked at each other but remained silent, because the source of the sound was very close to them, yet they couldn't see a single person.
As this terrifying swarm of rats charged toward the Feng family mansion, the surrounding mountains, forests, and vegetation became restless, with shadowy figures seemingly dancing wildly among them.
Meow~
Just as the swarm of rats was about to rush into the Feng family village, a nimble figure that blended into the night leaped onto the roof. The next moment, dazzling golden eyes shone in the darkness, and the brilliant light illuminated the night sky.
squeak--
A desperate, shrill squeal rang out, and the swarm of rats that had been charging forward with unstoppable momentum instantly collapsed. It was the suppression from their bloodline, an irresistible force.
Under the silent gaze of many "people," this swarm of rats, numbering over a hundred, vividly demonstrated what it means to flee in panic. Over a hundred large rats, each the size of a house cat, scattered and fled on the spot.
Meow~
The black cat, leaping onto the roof, was not about to let go of the snacks that were almost within its mouth. But then a beam of black light appeared in the night, and the green light that had been scattering and fleeing in the darkness diminished considerably, making the room look much cleaner.
"Hiss~ What a fierce black cat that guards the house! Just who is the owner of this cat?"
Above the ditch, though nothing was visible, sighs could still be heard, and the legs of the group lying in the ditch began to tremble.
Meow~
Another meow rang out, and immediately a one-armed scholar appeared above the ditch. The moment he appeared, he leaped into the ditch like a frightened deer, disregarding his appearance, and lay flat on the ground, motionless.
"..."
The group that had been lying in the ditch looked at each other, and one of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"I thought he was some kind of master, but he's just a third-rate charlatan. He has no skills and tries to act all high and mighty, but he's scared of this cat like this."
“You bunch of disgraceful lackeys of the powerful and wealthy, shut your mouths! That’s a real black cat. Do you really think that just because you’re wearing cloaks of darkness, the cat can’t see you? It can’t be bothered with you.”
The one-armed scholar, who had been humiliated by being pressed against the face, almost gritted his teeth as he cursed, each word a distinct curse.
"We are the lackeys of the powerful and wealthy, and what are you?"
"Shut up!"
The scholar, skilled in the art of concealment, wished he could shut this fool's mouth. It was one thing to be ignorant, but he had to pretend. What powerful family would send such a scoundrel?
"Tell me, whose dog are you? Why should we listen to you?"
A person dressed entirely in black looked at the scholar, whose face was pressed to the ground and who dared not show his head, and asked with a grin.
Each of them carried a sound-absorbing talisman, so they didn't have to worry about their voices carrying too far during small-scale conversations.
"Fools, do you really think those few broken talismans you have will be effective?"
The scholar realized that things were not going well, so he stood up and used a minor spell to get away from this group of ignorant fools.
"Meow!"
But the moment he stood up, a strong stench of blood filled his nostrils. As he stiffly raised his head, he met a pair of eyes that shone with a golden light. The golden light shattered his will and made him realize his identity in that instant.
Am I a expendable pawn? A stepping stone?
He was sent here not to carry out any reconnaissance mission. His superiors treated him as a tool to make money. This cat alone could kill all the people present.
"Haha, I see!"
The scholar laughed, looking at the black cat in front of him with blood dripping from its mouth, a pitiful look of resignation on its fate.
"Boss, this demon cat has spotted us."
"Slaughter this beast."
In the gutter, their consciousness already exposed, the group of martial artists suddenly sprang up in perfect unison, their black blades, devoid of any luster, slicing through the air without even a sound.
"A true warrior!"
Upon seeing this, the scholar had nothing to say and turned to run away. Even ants cherish their lives, let alone him.
However, during the brief moments of his escape, he couldn't help but glance back, and what he saw terrified him so much that he ran even faster, wishing his parents had two more legs.
Because, as he saw, the black cat, which was only the size of an ordinary house cat, transformed into a completely black tiger in mid-air during a leap. With a gentle tap of its sharp claws, the cat tore a martial artist to pieces, as if it had been made of clay.
"Are these people out of their minds?"
However, during his escape, the scholar noticed out of the corner of his eye that dozens, even hundreds, of spiritual lights were shining in the forests and trees near the Feng family mansion, and all sorts of strange-looking people were rushing towards the Feng residence almost simultaneously.
"act recklessly!"
The scholar, who had suddenly realized that he was a stepping stone, ran frantically, while inwardly mocking the group of people with ulterior motives who wanted to take advantage of the situation to rush into the Feng Mansion.
"A bunch of expendable pawns."
Meanwhile, the black cat, transformed into a black tiger and slaughtering the spying creatures, saw that the Feng family mansion had been attacked again but showed no intention of returning. Instead, a mocking look appeared in its dazzling golden eyes.
However, those from all walks of life who were ordered to investigate couldn't see it either. They assumed that the black cat was the guardian of the Feng Mansion, so they lured it out and then let them explore the mansion at their leisure.
After all, the Feng residence doesn't look very big from the outside. It's just that country folk don't know much about such things. Compared to those powerful and aristocratic families, it's just a villa.
However, when a rogue monk, harboring such thoughts, mingled with the crowd and successfully scaled the wall of the Feng Mansion, he immediately abandoned those ideas.
Heaven have mercy! The monk Lai, who had been expelled from the temple for breaking the precepts, knew his own abilities, so he deliberately chose a secluded spot and climbed over the wall into the courtyard.
But damn it, can anyone tell him why?
How can a broken broom be so powerful?
Aww~
The monk, Lai, let out a near-inhuman scream as a broom that looked four or five years old and was almost falling apart struck his buttocks. He felt as if his hip bone was about to be shattered by the blow.
Damn it! He has practiced martial arts since childhood, his muscles and bones are as hard as steel, and his blood and qi are so strong that he can fight lions and tigers. He is only one step away from entering the innate realm.
But now, in a rural courtyard, he is being chased and beaten by a broken broom, and he doesn't even have the strength to fight back.
The force and angle at which the broom struck him reminded him of his martial arts master, a monk who taught him martial arts. However, while his master would hold back a little when teaching him, this broken broom was truly beating him to death.
"Damn it, do you really think this wild monk has no skills?"
Feeling that things couldn't continue like this, Monk Lai let out a roar, circulating his energy throughout his body. His blood and qi shone with a golden-red light, and in that instant, his originally fierce appearance transformed into the aura of a fierce Vajra.
However, it was as if an invisible, innate master had swept across him with a broom, cleanly and decisively striking the monk on the forehead.
Ding~
After a crisp sound, the monk's forehead caved in, the golden light dissipated, his tall and strong body swayed twice, and then he collapsed to the ground, dark red blood flowing from his seven orifices.
Why is this happening?
The remaining wild monk still had some thoughts, but he was almost completely dazed from the beating. He never dreamed that he would die under a broom one day.
Where is this place?
The unwilling monk suddenly widened his eyes, because he saw something even more incredible and beyond reason.
A blue stone step that should have been left to be trodden on suddenly split open when someone stepped on it, revealing a large, jagged mouth. In the blink of an eye, the mouth snapped the leg of a martial artist with a strong constitution.
Another harmless and inconspicuous blade of grass suddenly unleashed a clearly visible and chilling sword aura as a strange man with a weasel-like face passed by, instantly cutting the strange man back to his original form—a weasel spirit.
The most outrageous thing was that he saw a stool, a very ordinary wooden stool that could be found anywhere, but that stool, which was obviously made by a carpenter, actually knocked down a wild boar demon and shattered its exposed tusks.
Xiaoshuting app
He doesn't understand!
Why are there so many strange things in this mansion?
Why do these monsters possess such exaggerated combat power?
This is unreasonable!
This is completely contrary to common sense about spiritual practice!
There must be something wrong with this!
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