My happy life in a courtyard house with triplets.

Chapter 560: Namo Amitabha Buddha Gatling Bodhisattva Battles the Evil Cultivator

The other apprentice was terrified and scrambled towards the courtyard, shouting, "Master! Something terrible has happened! Someone has broken in!"

Hearing his apprentice's cries, Wang Tianyi frowned even more, his face full of impatience: "This is never going to end! I killed two, and two more come. They have no sense of right or wrong!"

Soon, Wang Tianyi arrived at the backyard with the Dark Spirit Eye. Xuan Yangzi's pupils contracted sharply when he saw Wang Tianyi; Wang Tianyi also stared intently at Xuan Yangzi, and their eyes met.

Wang Tianyi roared angrily, "It was you! You're the one who injured my Spirit Eye before!"

Xuan Yangzi, his face filled with righteous indignation, angrily rebuked, "It is you who disregarded the laws of Heaven and raised such a wicked and evil spirit child! A person like you is not worthy of cultivating the Dao at all!"

"Sharp-tongued!" Wang Tianyi's face was full of malice. "I'd like to see if you can leave this courtyard alive today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Tianyi waved his hand, and countless ghosts surged out from all directions of the courtyard, overwhelming the two of them. Zhang Lei felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the densely packed ghosts.

Just then, Xuan Yangzi pulled out a large pile of talismans from his bag, rapidly forming hand seals with his fingertips, and shouted sharply, "Go!"

All the talismans instantly soared into the air, transforming into streaks of fire that rushed towards the ghosts. Explosions echoed one after another, and flames shot into the sky. In a short while, all the ghosts in the courtyard were burned to ashes by the talismans, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

Seeing this, Wang Tianyi was not afraid at all. Instead, he clapped his hands and sneered, "You've got some skills. But let's see how you deal with this next."

As the applause subsided, two stiff figures darted out from behind Wang Tianyi. Xuan Yangzi, recognizing the newcomers, flew into a rage: "Beast! You actually turned the Special Intelligence Bureau's people into puppets!"

"It's their good fortune to be able to use me." Wang Tianyi said with a disdainful look.

Xuan Yangzi said no more, took out a peach wood sword from his bag, and then took out a string of five emperor coins to form a money sword. He held one sword in each hand and prepared for battle.

Zhang Lei, who was standing to the side, finally looked at Wang Tianyi and asked in a cold voice, "Was it you who stole 30 years of my life?"

Wang Tianyi then noticed Zhang Lei, finding him vaguely familiar. His apprentice quickly reminded him, "Master, he's the one Li Mingjie from the Li family asked you to kill!"

Wang Tianyi suddenly realized and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so tough. You lost 30 years of your lifespan, yet you're still alive."

Zhang Lei nodded, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Since it was you who did it, then there's no doubt about it."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Lei raised his pistol and fired seven or eight bullets in quick succession. Wang Tianyi reacted swiftly, grabbing his apprentice beside him to shield him, and all the bullets struck the apprentice, killing him instantly.

Seeing this, Zhang Lei's face was full of sarcasm: "That's it? I thought you, this evil cultivator, were fearless of death, but it turns out you'd use your disciple as a shield."

Enraged, Wang Tianyi roared at the two puppets, "You two, kill him!"

The two puppets immediately walked slowly toward Zhang Lei, their movements stiff yet carrying a strange power.

Xuan Yangzi looked at Zhang Lei and asked, "Benefactor Zhang, do you need my help?"

"No need." Zhang Lei waved his hand. "Master, you go deal with that Dark Spirit Child. Leave Wang Tianyi and these two puppets to me."

Xuan Yangzi no longer refused, and charged towards the Dark Spirit Child with his twin swords, and the two instantly became entangled in battle.

Wang Tianyi, beaming with smugness, mocked Zhang Lei: "How many bullets can your gun have? My two puppets are impervious to blades and bullets; even if they're hit by bullets, they won't feel a thing. Once they're caught, you're dead for sure!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lei disdainfully threw the pistol on the ground. With a thought, he pulled out a jet-black Gatling gun from his personal storage space, slung it over his shoulder, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Namo Amitabha, the compassionate Gatling gun Bodhisattva, 3,600 revolutions per minute, interested?"

Seeing Zhang Lei pull out a Gatling gun out of thin air, Wang Tian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously cursed, "You fucking have no sportsmanship!"

Zhang Lei spat and said, "What's the point of talking about martial ethics with a heretical cultivator like you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Lei pulled the trigger, and the sound of gunfire instantly echoed throughout the yard, bullets raining down like a storm. A minute later, the gunfire stopped, the backyard ground was riddled with holes, the two puppets were already smashed to pieces, and Wang Tianyi had vanished without a trace.

Zhang Lei put the Gatling gun back into his spatial storage, then took out two grenades and looked around. Soon, he saw Wang Tianyi dragging a broken leg, crawling and fleeing in the shadows in the corner. He had obviously been hit by the bullet blast and was seriously injured.

Zhang Lei grinned, deliberately slowed his pace, and shouted, "Why are you running? Weren't you so tough just now? Come back if you dare, and I'll make sure you lose another 30 years of your life!"

Hearing the shouts, Wang Tianyi was terrified and crawled away, begging for mercy: "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please forgive me!"

Zhang Lei walked up to him, looking down at him with a cruel smile: "Since you know you were wrong, then I'll give you two 'surprises'."

After saying that, he threw two grenades at Wang Tianyi.

boom!

After a loud bang, Wang Tianyi's other arm was also blown off, and he lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing. Zhang Lei scratched his head, somewhat surprised: "Not bad, the evil cultivator has quite a few protective measures; he wasn't killed instantly."

As Wang Tianyi watched Zhang Lei approach step by step, he felt that the young man in front of him was even more like a demon than himself, a heretical cultivator—carrying a pistol was one thing, but he also carried a Gatling gun and grenades with him, which was simply unreasonable.

Zhang Lei looked at him and said calmly, "Let's see if you have more protective items or if I have more weapons."

As he spoke, he pulled out a new Gatling gun from his spatial storage, aimed it at Wang Tianyi on the ground, and pulled the trigger again. The gunshots rang out once more, bullets raining down on Wang Tianyi. Moments later, Wang Tianyi was completely lifeless, utterly dead.

Zhang Lei put away the Gatling gun and nodded in satisfaction. At this moment, Xuan Yangzi walked over carrying the head of the Dark Spirit Child. His clothes were disheveled and stained with a lot of black energy, indicating that he had also been through a fierce battle.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master," Zhang Lei said with a smile.

Xuan Yangzi shook his head, his eyes filled with amazement as he looked at Zhang Lei: "Benefactor Zhang, you... are very formidable."

"So-so, third in the world," Zhang Lei said modestly. Just as he was about to leave with Xuan Yangzi, a telephone rang out from the ruins of Wang Tianyi's room.

Zhang Lei stepped forward, picked up the still-usable communication device, and answered the phone. An arrogant voice immediately came from the other end: "Master Wang, is Zhang Lei dead or not? I want photos of his gruesome death!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhang Lei's lips curled into a cold smile as he slowly spoke: "Dead, dead beyond dead. Don't worry, his ghost will come looking for you soon."

Upon hearing the voice, Li Mingjie on the other end was instantly shocked and shouted angrily, "Who are you? You're not Wang Tianyi!"

"It's your grandfather, Zhang Lei," Zhang Lei said sarcastically. "You're not even worthy of being my grandson. Li Mingjie, you just wait! You dared to spend money to hire evil cultivators to harm me? I'll not only kill you, but I'll make your entire Li family pay the price!"

Upon hearing this, Li Mingjie flew into a rage: "Zhang Lei, who do you think you are? A country bumpkin like you dares to spout such nonsense! I'll send someone to kill you right now. Come and find me at the Li family if you dare!"

Zhang Lei snorted coldly, his tone icy: "Fine, since you're so impatient, I'll certainly grant your wish. Go home and wash your neck clean, and just you wait!"