CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: IT’S JUST RAISING THE DEAD—IS THAT REALLY NECESSARY?

Under the moonlight, apart from the cheerful cries of the nightingale.

One could even hear a faint man’s voice emerging.

If you listen closely, it sounds like a chanting:

"Eternal cold, all things still, heart and air calm, gaze at me alone, united mind and spirit..."

Truly...

The moon sets, the crow caws, the frost blankets the sky, the van didn’t pull the handbrake!

When Zhang Feng finally emerged from the van, panting and drenched in sweat.

The van was almost slipping through the wire fence!

After jumping out of the car, Zhang Feng headed straight for the van’s passenger side.

Not to remedy the situation by pulling the handbrake.

But to take out a bottle of mineral water.

He twisted it open and poured it over his right hand.

Even though it seemed to be soaked to the point of peeling, he continued to wash.

As for why, we don’t know either.

After washing for a while, he poured the rest over his head.

It seemed as if he was worried about some inner fire rising, taking a deep, long breath.

He looked exhausted, who knows what had happened.

In any case, the young girl in the van won’t have to worry about any more drugs.

And Zhang Feng didn’t move, he slowly closed his eyes.

A formless energy was slowly vanishing into Zhang Feng’s dantian.

When he reopened his eyes, a look of delight clearly appeared in his pupils:

"The spiritual qi gained this time is even more than what Lao Hu gave last time?"

He spoke while also glancing at the van.

But then, fear quickly replaced the delight in his eyes.

He hurriedly stepped away from the van.

When he refocused on the small house deep within the woods, Zhang Feng’s gaze grew serious once more.

Despite all these small interruptions and even saving a young girl by the way.

Zhang Feng hadn’t forgotten his original goal here.

Evil Cultivator!

What made Zhang Feng frown was the absence of any cultivator’s aura nearby!

This proves that the evil cultivator isn’t here!

He quickly proceeded to the building ahead, pushing the door open.

A stench immediately assaulted his senses.

Inside, shockingly, were stacked human corpses.

Many of the bodies had been cut open.

Their organs were wrapped up in sealed bags.

This place turned out to be a human organs trafficking den?

No wonder those two bastards wanted to sell him for a good price.

Cough cough...

That isn’t important, what matters is, wasn’t that skinny monkey here to find the evil cultivator?

Why did he end up in this place?

At this thought, Zhang Feng turned to look at the skinny monkey’s corpse lying in a pool of blood, with a bloody hole in its forehead yet to dry.

Shaking his head, he said helplessly:

"Forget it, I’ll wake him up and ask."

With that, Zhang Feng approached the skinny monkey’s corpse.

Looking at the skinny monkey who had died with a lingering grievance, Zhang Feng waved his hand and said:

"I hope your soul hasn’t been dragged away, it would save me much trouble."

At those words, Zhang Feng’s gaze sharpened as he formed a hand seal with his right hand!

"Taishang Laojun, act at once as commanded!"

As Zhang Feng’s command was completed.

In the distance, the leader who had been knocked unconscious by Zhang Feng earlier, his eyebrows twitched slightly, then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Hiss—"

The sharp pain in his chest made him grit his teeth, but he still propped himself up from the ground and slowly sat up.

As soon as he sat up, he saw Zhang Feng’s back, the very boy who had done this!

What the hell, he blocked bullets with his bare hands?!

No way, absolutely not, I must have seen wrong earlier, he definitely used something to stop my bullets.

Now...

His gaze locked onto the third one, rolling his eyes, foaming at the mouth, fainted with fright not far away.

Only then did he realize that his companions had been completely taken down.

One was bleeding from every orifice, seeming to have been killed by him!

But of course he wasn’t grieving, because he saw the third one’s hand still holding the pistol.

The bullets seemed to have run out, but he had a spare magazine!

Now, he just needed to get the gun and attack from behind, and that bastard would surely die!

With this belief, he endured the intense pain in his chest and crawled towards the third one with difficulty.

Finally, he grabbed the gun from the third one’s hand.

Quickly reloaded.

Aimed the gun at Zhang Feng’s back.

The next second, his pupils were glued in shock.

Because right in front of Zhang Feng.

The body he had shot in the head earlier stood up, staggering!

His facial expressions lost control.

His mouth gaped open, revealing the tonsils inside clearly.

And his pain-ruddy cheeks.

Were slowly turning pale.

And the skinny monkey, who was standing up slowly, was equally bewildered, looking at his hands turning cold, stammered:

"I... wasn’t I shot dead?"

"Is this the underworld? Why does it look just like the living world."

"Enough!" Zhang Feng waved his hand and said to the skinny monkey in front of him:

"You haven’t even made it to the underworld, I merely summoned your soul, just needed to ask you something......"

"Haha?!"

Suddenly, a strange laugh echoed behind Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng immediately turned around.

And saw the leader who had been sent flying by him earlier, standing there holding a gun, looking over with a pale face, drooling.

"Haha? Hahaha... I must be dreaming......"

"That person I already killed, yet now they stand up again?"

"Hahaha... how amusing......"

"Soul summoning? Fascinating...hahaha..."

Though the leader kept laughing very hard, his face bore no trace of a smile.

Instead, his body shivered uncontrollably, his pants fully soaked, frightened to the point of urination.

Not only urinated, but scared into madness!

"Hehehe, hahaha...."

Lifting the gun to aim forward:

"The person I shot dead is now walking towards me, hahaha......"

"Even with a blown-up head, brains hanging by the mouth, but walking so swiftly, hahaha......"

"I’m dreaming, certainly dreaming, once awakened, all will be well..."

Chanting still, he stuck the gun into his mouth.

"Hey!" Zhang Feng shouted from afar to stop him on witnessing this scene.

However.

"Bang!"

The gun was too fast.

His back of the head exploded instantly, bone and brain matter shot everywhere.

Instantly dead, eyes open wide in death.

"Smack!" Zhang Feng slapped his own forehead, looking frustrated.

"What should I do now..."

"I came to capture people....instead two died directly, and two others’ lives unknown..."

"How am I supposed to explain this when I return?"

Zhang Feng was breaking down.

Even dashing to the corpse’s side, kicking and shouting:

"How come your psychological endurance is so weak?!"

"Aren’t even as strong as the young girl! Look at Lin Rui, look at Hu Huixin!"

"It’s just a resurrection, do you have to react this way?!"

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