The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 20 Two Children

"Left...right...straight ahead...keep going straight...turn...yes..."

The proprietress drove the car, and Zhou Fengchen kept sensing the location of the "Spirit-Seeking Paper Crane".

After a while, they left the city and the road ahead was straight. Seeing that Zhou Fengchen was silent, the proprietress breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked, "Little Zhou, that thing was too scary. It's gone, so why are we coming back to find it?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "If this isn't completely resolved, there will never be peace in the restaurant. Who knows what kind of revenge he might take next?"

"Okay." The proprietress shuddered slightly, then asked curiously, "By the way! Who did you learn this skill from?"

Zhou Fengchen smiled. "My father."

The proprietress said, "I've heard that people who can exorcise ghosts and talk to them are all Taoist priests. Your father must be a very powerful Taoist priest, right?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded: "Yes!"

"Then do you count?" the proprietress asked again.

Zhou Fengchen thought for a long time before saying, "Let's forget it."

The proprietress smiled and said, "Work hard in my shop from now on, and I'll give you a raise."

Zhou Fengchen had no interest in discussing wages; he was staring intently outside. After a while, he suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

scold--

The car was parked on the side of the road outside a cemetery.

Far from the city, in the deep of night, surrounded by overgrown weeds, the wind rustling through the grass, and a few eerie phosphorescent lights flickering in the dark cemetery.

The proprietress turned pale and stammered, "And then?"

"Then take the ghost money I just bought." Zhou Fengchen got out of the car first.

The proprietress rolled down the car window and handed out the ghost money: "Or... you can go by yourself, I'll wait for you in the car!"

Zhou Fengchen took the ghost money and asked, "Are you sure?"

The proprietress glanced around, shuddered, quickly opened the car door and jumped out, clutching Zhou Fengchen's clothes tightly: "I'm not sure!"

Zhou Fengchen smiled and let her hold his hand as they walked into the cemetery.

"I know this place, it's the Sanqingshan Cemetery!" The proprietress looked around and said, "It seems that person was buried here after he died."

"That's it!" Zhou Fengchen simply grabbed the proprietress's hand, followed the direction of the "Spirit-Seeking Paper Crane," and strode over.

After passing through a forest of tombstones, we finally stopped in front of a rather small grave. The photo on the tombstone was of a man in his forties, smiling happily, but it looked particularly eerie in this environment.

Zhou Fengchen picked up the paper crane from the ground, crushed it casually, then pulled the proprietress down to squat down, lit the joss paper, and said, "The restaurant owner is here too. Let's clear things up today. The dead should be respected, so I won't say anything about you being greedy for alcohol or reaping what you sowed! But this matter is not the restaurant's fault. If you are resentful because the compensation is not enough, then we will make up for it now. It's several billion, enough for you to spend over there."

The entire cemetery was eerily quiet; voices could be heard from a great distance.

Zhou Fengchen continued, "But from now on, you are not allowed to cause trouble at the restaurant again, or I will kill you without mercy! Answer me if you hear me!"

There was no sign of life around.

At this moment, the proprietress who was tightly holding Zhou Fengchen's arm suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" and pointed at the tombstone, her face turning deathly pale.

Zhou Fengchen looked up and saw the person in the photo staring at them strangely with a sinister grin.

"My patience is limited!" Zhou Fengchen said coldly, "Stubbornness will lead to death!"

"Hehehe..."

A sinister laugh suddenly came from the grave. "I didn't kill anyone, what can you do to me? I swore I would keep going to that restaurant until it closes down."

The proprietress gritted her teeth and boldly declared, "That's the inheritance my husband left me; I won't close down!"

A sinister laugh came from the grave: "We'll see!"

"I told you, stubbornness will lead to death! Are you ignoring my existence, you idiot?"

Zhou Fengchen broke free from the landlady, formed hand seals, and made a strange grabbing motion towards the grave mound: "Xuan San, Locking Yin Claw!"

call out!

"No! You can't do this!"

Suddenly, a phantom figure emerged from the tomb, was firmly grasped by Zhou Fengchen, and then squeezed hard. With a "hiss" sound, the soul was scattered.

The proprietress was startled and ran over to hug Zhou Fengchen's arm tightly. "Is he...is he dead?"

"Dead!" Zhou Fengchen clapped his hands and nodded, saying, "I originally thought he was just an ordinary vengeful ghost, but I didn't expect he was cultivating. If you really closed the shop, he would have fulfilled his wish, and now he's probably achieved a high level of cultivation, able to roam far and wide and do evil!"

The proprietress, bewildered, said in a trembling voice, "That's good! That's good! This place is too scary, let's go back!"

"good!"

Zhou Fengchen nodded and was about to leave with the proprietress when a melodious song suddenly came from the dark cemetery not far away.

The singing was clear and melodious, but the intonation was strange, like singing opera, and I couldn't understand it.

As the song began, a woman dressed in theatrical costume and heavily made up appeared eerily, floating gracefully above the forest of tombstones, her feet barely touching the ground.

The eerie figure, coupled with the ethereal, wailing tone, echoed through the night sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The proprietress's eyes widened, her face turned pale, and her breathing became rapid. Zhou Fengchen frowned, quickly pulled her aside, and squatted down in a corner.

"Who is she?" The proprietress squeezed closer to Zhou Fengchen, feeling a bit safer, and boldly looked up.

"Shh! Don't make a sound." Zhou Fengchen's expression was unusually serious as he pointed to a spot and whispered, "Look there."

Suddenly, five children appeared at the end of a path: three boys and two girls, all around seven or eight years old. In the dim moonlight, they exuded a strong aura of menace.

Upon seeing this, the proprietress wished she could burrow into Zhou Fengchen's body, biting her lip and trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, the woman was still singing in a garish voice. Her heavy makeup and strange costume made her look quite frightening. The five children quietly went below her, lined up in a pentagonal position, and then "whoosh" they jumped up.

The woman stopped singing, let out a scream, and turned to run away, but the five children were faster. They surrounded her, pounced on her, and brutally tore and bit her.

In just a few dozen seconds, the woman was torn to shreds. The five children fell to the ground, each clutching a lump of flesh, their mouths full of blood as they smacked their lips.

After they had finished eating, a strange whistle suddenly came from afar, and the five children floated out of the cemetery hand in hand.

"That woman was a ghost, and those five children were probably raised by a powerful being, cultivating by eating ghosts and wandering spirits. They're terrifying. What's even more terrifying is the person who raised them; they're inhuman and not benevolent. Don't mess with them!"

Zhou Fengchen introduced the place to the landlady in a soft voice, but after talking for a while, he didn't get a response. He also faintly smelled urine. When he looked down, he saw the landlady slumped in his arms. He was so frightened that he wet himself.

Zhou Fengchen gave a wry smile, not minding the dirt, and picked up the proprietress in his arms. "Don't be afraid! Let's go home!"

The proprietress was terrified; her face turned deathly pale, and she managed a soft, almost inaudible "hmm."

The two had just stepped out of the cemetery when they discovered the car was gone. Zhou Fengchen looked ahead and felt a chill run down his spine.

Not far away, a car's wheels barely touched the ground as it floated away. Upon closer inspection, the five little devils from before were seen lifting the car.