Tap, tap.
Tap, tap.
Entering his sight was a pair of big red embroidered shoes.
The small shoes tapped the ground, making a sound like tapping on ice, and each tap seemed to crack the ice, allowing the cold air to creep along the ground towards him.
Zhang Lingshan couldn't help but shiver, becoming even more clear-headed.
At this moment, in his eyes, there were no longer the heads of Wang Datou and Li Xiaole, only a black and white scene. The only color was this pair of embroidered shoes and her Master.
Walking towards him was a beautiful, slender, peerless woman, wearing a large red dress. Her fair and straight legs were extremely eye-catching in the late autumn season.
Did she not feel the cold?
What made Zhang Lingshan feel even stranger was that the woman held a green oil-paper umbrella in her right hand, which glowed green under the moonlight, making her appear both beautiful and eerie.
Who was this person?
Or rather, not a person?
Zhang Lingshan's heart was filled with terror.
If he still had the courage to smash the heads of Li Xiaole and Wang Datou, this woman's arrival was like the chilling ice of the Netherworld, instantly freezing his body.
They were completely not on the same level.
This woman was definitely the most terrifying person he had ever seen.
It wasn't that she looked terrifying, or that her methods were terrifying, but merely her existence was terrifying.
Zhang Lingshan felt like he was about to freeze solid.
Suddenly, a cold voice drifted down from the air: "Netherworld is handling matters, idlers retreat."
Whoosh.
These words were like sweet dew sprinkled on Zhang Lingshan, instantly restoring his ability to move. He scrambled to his feet and ran, not daring to stop and hide around a corner to look back until he turned into Changning Street.
But no matter how he looked, it was pitch black, like a deep, dark well that swallowed any light.
"Qinghe Road has disappeared?"
Zhang Lingshan's heart was both startled and confused. With his current understanding, he couldn't imagine the woman's methods, nor did he know what the "Netherworld" she mentioned represented.
He only knew that although he had walked back and forth through the gates of hell several times, he had finally returned safe and sound.
"Mother, I'm back... Father was invited by the Lei Family to work as a long-term laborer, he won't be back for half a year... Mhm, mhm, nothing happened, I've locked all the doors and windows, Xiao Yu also sleep Bar... I'll go to Hong's Martial Arts School tomorrow to sign up and learn martial arts..."
Zhang Lingshan comforted his worried mother and sister, then entered his own bedroom, only then taking out the silver notes from his arms and unfolding them to count.
As he counted, he was suddenly terrified, his back prickling.
Unexpectedly, there were two extra ten-tael notes!
What was going on?
If he wasn't mistaken, these two ten-tael notes were from Wang Datou and Li Xiaole, just like the ten taels his Father had given him, they were the wages their Fathers earned at Golden Light Temple.
But he had just been focused on escaping, and hadn't had time to search their bodies at all. Even if he had the intention, he didn't have the guts. So how did these two notes end up in his arms?
Did the notes grow legs?
The more Zhang Lingshan thought about it, the more afraid he became. This was money from the dead, and the two of them were killed by an evil spirit, dying miserably with their heads hanging and swaying in the air.
Was their money so easy to take?
Zhang Lingshan couldn't help but feel terrified.
But then he thought about how he had just used an axe to smash their heads, so what was there to be afraid of? If something really happened, it wasn't something he could handle anyway.
He was already exhausted today. If another incident occurred, he wouldn't be able to handle it. So instead of scaring himself, he might as well get a good night's sleep.
As long as he woke up, he would go directly to Hong's Martial Arts School tomorrow to become a disciple and learn martial arts. A bright future was beckoning him, hahaha.
Holding beautiful aspirations in his heart, Zhang Lingshan lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
In a daze, he saw a person walk out from the darkness.
He saw one arm after another stretching out from this person's bosom, each hand holding a ten-tael silver note, shaking them rustlingly, with a smug and greedy smile on their face.
Looking closely.
Thump!
Zhang Lingshan suddenly woke up with a start. The person actually had a face exactly like his own.
"Huff, huff."
Breathing heavily, Zhang Lingshan calmed down for a while before realizing that it was already dawn outside.
Fortunately, it was just a dream.
Although he hadn't slept soundly that night, he had at least gotten through it.
He turned over and got out of bed.
Zhang Lingshan furrowed his brow slightly and let out a pained hiss. He felt his ribs, abdomen, and back were tight and constricted, and it hurt whenever he moved.
Checking his body, he found that he actually had one red mark after another, which hurt to the touch.
'What's going on? Did I sprain myself during yesterday's big fight? Or was I beaten by Wang Datou and Li Xiaole on Qinghe Road, or perhaps frozen by that woman?'
Zhang Lingshan was surprised and very uneasy.
He quickly put on his clothes, left home, and walked towards Hong's Martial Arts School.
In any case, first becoming a disciple and learning martial arts was the right path. As long as he recorded martial arts in his panel and accumulated enough energy, he could defy heaven and change his fate.
Soon, he reached the intersection of Changning Street and Qinghe Road.
Suddenly, he heard someone shouting: "There's been a death! Dozens of people in the Zhao Family are all dead!"
"How did they die? Did they encounter river bandits?"
"I don't know, it seems to be an evil spirit. Except for two people, everyone else was scared to death, without a single wound on their bodies."
"Why are there evil spirits appearing again? It's been years since we've seen any evil spirits."
"The Zhao Family must have done something outrageous to incur such resentment."
"That's right, there wasn't a single good person in the Zhao Family. They deserved to die! Serves them right!"
"Shush... speak less, be careful of being targeted. Evil spirits don't care if you're from the Zhao Family or not. If you're unlucky enough to encounter one, you're finished too."
"Yes, yes, yes, I won't speak carelessly. I just hope the yamen handles this quickly, otherwise, it won't just be these dozens of lives."
"The yamen is here!"
As everyone talked, pushing and shoving each other, they also pushed Zhang Lingshan, who was in the crowd, along to the entrance of the Zhao Family to watch the excitement.
Zhang Lingshan was surprised. Was the yamen so powerful that they could even deal with evil spirits and the bizarre?
It seemed that his experiences and knowledge over the past half year were still too shallow. Currently, he only knew that practicing martial arts could make him stronger, but he wasn't clear about other paths.
If he had the chance in the future, he would also like to experience them. Perhaps his panel could record them too.
"Look quickly, those two whose heads were smashed open died differently from the others."
Someone suddenly shouted.
It turned out that a gust of autumn wind blew, lifting the white cloths covering the bodies and revealing what happened.
Zhang Lingshan subconsciously looked over, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.
Those two who died differently, who else could they be but Wang Datou and Li Xiaole?
And the one who smashed their heads was none other than himself.
However, unlike yesterday, he found that although their heads were smashed, they were resting securely on their necks, not floating in the air as he had seen yesterday.
Could it be that he was tricked by the bizarre yesterday, and thus smashed two living people to death?
Zhang Lingshan didn't dare to think about it.
At this moment, another gust of autumn wind blew, lifting the white cloth covering the body at the other end.
He saw a face with bulging eyes and a purplish-red complexion. It was hard to imagine what scene the deceased had seen before death, or how terrified they had been.
Buzz!
Zhang Lingshan suddenly felt a chill rush to the top of his head, his mind trembling violently.
Because he discovered that this face belonged to no one else but the woman from last night.
When he saw this woman at the time, he only felt that the other party was a transcendent powerhouse from another dimension, an existence high above that needed to be looked up to.
But, overnight, such a powerful person had died so easily?
'Netherworld is handling matters, idlers retreat...' Could it be that the Netherworld she spoke of handled things this way, like a suicide squad?
Zhang Lingshan felt speechless for a moment, feeling that his future had become bleak again.
Living in such a world, could learning martial arts truly allow him to control his fate?
Finally, with heavy steps, he passed through the crowd and arrived at Hongwu Street step by step.
This was where Hong's Martial Arts School was located. This entire street was under the protection of Hong's Martial Arts School, and those living here were also people from Hong's Martial Arts School.
"Oh, you're Zhang Lingshan, right? Why are you here again? Still want to become a disciple? You're not stealing money from home again, are you? We don't dare to accept someone like you, lest your Father, like you, bangs his head against the wall and fights us desperately. Go back."
"Haha."
At the entrance of Hong's Martial Arts School, the men in twos and threes all laughed.
After that incident half a year ago, Zhang Lingshan had become a source of amusement for everyone after meals. Seeing him today, they couldn't help but tease him a bit.
Zhang Lingshan ignored their laughter, cupped his fists, and said seriously: "I am Zhang Lingshan, here to become a disciple and learn martial arts at Hong's Martial Arts School. I have brought the money, it was not stolen. Please, Senior Brothers, lead me into the hall to become a disciple."