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Chapter 65

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"Swish!"

Gong Ruqing, who had been standing at the door and wailing, was once again chopped into two by Lu Sheng's casual slash. Her body separated and fell to the side.

"Young Master Li … Young Master Li!! Qingqing hurts so much … "

Li Shunxi's face was almost green as he hurried after Lu Sheng. Duan Meng 'an and Ning San, both drenched in cold sweat, followed suit.

Lu Sheng strode out of the kitchen. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he felt a strong gust of wind blowing against his face.

He raised his saber and blocked in front of himself.

"CLANG!!"

Amidst the deafening crash, Lu Sheng retreated several steps. He was actually knocked off balance by a dark figure.

"Another Soul of the Dead!?" When Li Shunxi saw the black shadow clearly, he was also shocked. What kind of place was this Manor? To think that there would be two Spirits of the Dead appearing one after the other. One had to know that he had only seen this kind of ghost once in ancient records.

These ghosts were impervious to swords and spears, with skin of copper and bones of steel. The only thing they were afraid of was fire. They were the most difficult type of ghosts to deal with. Who would've thought they'd run into them again and again here?

While he was still hesitating, Lu Sheng and the Soul of the Dead in front of the door had already begun fighting.

After several violent collisions, the two dark figures crashed into the wall on the right side of the kitchen and fell out.

Duan Meng 'an supported Li Shunxi and ran out of the kitchen with Ning San. A large group of ghosts followed behind them.

These ghosts moved with incredible speed. One of them clawed at Duan Meng 'an's back, instantly breaking through his hard body technique and leaving five bloody wounds.

"Ah!"

Duan Meng 'an shrieked and ran even faster.

Li Shunxi and Ning San couldn't be bothered with anything else. They sped up and ran towards the Manor's main gate.

"BAM!!"

In the middle of the backyard, Lu Sheng's right palm was as red as blood as he struck the Soul of the Dead's chest. At the same time, his lower abdomen was kicked by the Soul of the Dead. Blood flashed across his face. Clearly, he had suffered internal injuries.

"DIE!!" Lu Sheng gripped his saber tightly in his other hand and strangled the Soul of the Dead's neck at close range. He slashed and pulled!

"PCCHHT!!"

Black blood sprayed all over him.

Bang bang bang bang!! The Soul Corpse struggled, punching and kicking at Lu Sheng's body, causing his face to turn abnormally red.

Lu Sheng's Black Tiger Jade Crane Skill was already in motion. Combined with Yin Yang Attraction, he rapidly healed his internal injuries.

Now that the situation was critical, he had no choice but to exchange injury for injury and quickly get rid of the Soul of the Corpse. Otherwise, if he was delayed, there was no guarantee that the manor would play some tricks again.

Although the Souls of the Corpses kept hitting him, causing him quite a bit of injury, it was nothing to Lu Sheng. The special effect of Black Tiger Jade Crane Skill was hemostasis. When it came to internal injuries, just as the blood vessels ruptured, the bleeding would immediately be stopped by the contraction of the inner force. After that, it would heal after a few days of rest. It was no different from a cut on the finger.

If not for the fact that he was worried about exhausting too much energy and running out of stamina, Lu Sheng would have long used the Tiger Roar and Crane Howl Saber to finish off this Soul Corpse in one slash.

"Boss! Let's go!! "Duan Meng 'an turned his head and shouted from afar. They had already taken the opportunity to run far away. They were circling the manor's buildings and running towards the front courtyard.

Lu Sheng sent the Soul of the Corpse flying with a palm strike. Not waiting for it to melt and disappear, he stomped hard on the ground and used the momentum to launch himself into the air, giving chase.

He caught up with the three of them in a few strides and ran straight for the manor's main gate.

"Why must we go through the main gate? Can't we just climb over the wall? "Ning San asked anxiously.

"No! This is a Ghost Formation. Climbing over the wall will bring us back to the kitchen cellar. That's the core of the Ghost Formation! Quick, destroy the tree! "When Li Shunxi reached the courtyard, he pointed at the withered tree by the stone bridge in the middle of the manor and shouted.

"BAM!"

Duan Meng 'an used all his strength and slammed into the withered tree. The black withered tree, which was as thick as a man's forearm, snapped in two and fell to the ground.

Duan Meng 'an himself was dizzy from the recoil. Supported by Ning San, he dashed towards the manor's main gate.

With a backhand slash, Lu Sheng slashed a Ghost Guard who had caught up to him, sending him tumbling to the ground.

"AHHH!!" Suddenly, a shriek rang out from the courtyard.

The little girl, Song Yunjuan, was being chased by a ghost with disheveled hair, running towards the main gate.

"HELP!!" Song Yunjuan's little face was deathly pale. Tears and snot were all over her face.

"It's that little girl from the manor!" Li Shunxi's footsteps paused, a pained expression on his face. He glanced at the ghost behind him. It was still quite a distance away. Compared to the distance between them and the little girl, it was more than enough for them to save her before leaving.

"You guys go first!" He couldn't help but say in a low voice.

Duan Meng 'an and Ning San glared at him.

"Boss is faster than us. No one will care if you get caught!"

"Enough nonsense. Let's go! Now that the formation has lost its effect. " Li Shunxi made up his mind. He couldn't bear to see such a young girl die in this dangerous manor.

Duan Meng 'an and Ning San looked at the little girl, hesitating.

"HELP!! BIG BROTHER!! BIG BROTHER!! " As Song Yunjuan ran, she tripped over a sharp rock on the ground and fell to the ground. The female ghost behind her pounced on her.

"AHHH!!"

She couldn't help but close her eyes and scream.

"BAM!!"

With a dull thud, Lu Sheng caught up from behind and grabbed the female ghost's head. His scorching red palm force instantly burned her head, causing it to sizzle and emit white smoke.

He casually tossed it behind him, and the ghost was sent crashing into the distance behind him.

Song Yunjuan was out of danger. Only then did she raise her head to look at Lu Sheng, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Big …"

"BAM!!"

Lu Sheng kicked her in the head. Song Yunjuan was sent flying, crashing into a pillar of the manor. She rebounded and was thrown into the air.

"SWISH!!"

With a flash of the saber, Song Yunjuan was cut into two at the waist. Her pretty eyes were wide open, as if she hadn't figured out what had happened. Blood splattered all over the ground.

"Boss …!!" Duan Meng 'an and Ning San were dumbfounded.

Li Shunxi was also dumbfounded. He hadn't expected this at all.

Lu Sheng ignored them. He rushed to the front of the manor and slashed the door open.

"CRACK!!"

The wooden door shattered. Lu Sheng took the lead and dashed out. Behind him, Li Shunxi and the other two reacted and hurriedly followed.

But the moment they got out, the three of them were dumbfounded.

Outside the manor, there was a dense crowd of people. There were more than a hundred of them.

Lu Sheng sprinted to the front of the crowd and grabbed a torch.

"Burn it!" He turned around and roared.

"Burn it!" A Crimson Whale Sect leader shouted.

Immediately, large groups of sect members took out their torches and arrows and aimed them at Song Manor.

"CHI CHI CHI CHI!!"

Dozens of fire arrows shot into the manor like dozens of sparks, setting the entire manor ablaze in an instant.

The red flames grew larger and larger, growing fiercer and redder.

Lu Sheng mounted his horse and stared coldly at the manor that was gradually burning. His expression remained unchanged and he remained motionless.

The fire burned brighter and brighter in the eyes of the crowd.

"Young Master, the firewood on all sides has been lit," a small leader reported, licking his lips.

"Continue firing the fire arrows!" Lu Sheng said coldly.

"Yes!"

The sect members quickly nocked their arrows and ignited the oil on the arrowheads.

"CHI CHI CHI CHI!!"

Another round of fire arrows flew out and landed viciously in the manor.

"ROAR!!!"

Suddenly, a petite figure appeared in the flames at the manor's main gate. It was the little girl, Song Yunjuan.

Her entire body was ablaze as she let out a vicious roar at the crowd outside.

That roar did not sound like a human's, but more like that of some unknown beast.

Amidst the flames, the little girl suddenly dashed out of the manor. With a loud bang, she seemed to have hit an invisible wall and was unable to get out.

She screamed at the crowd, her little face melting like a candle. Three large black holes melted into her eyes and mouth, but she continued to roar.

"ROAR!!!"

"BAM!!!"

A high-speed straight saber slammed into the little girl's face, sending her flying back into the flames of the manor.

Lu Sheng lowered his hand and roared.

"Continue firing! Until we're done! "

The sect members were scared to death, and their formation almost fell apart. Now that they heard Lu Sheng's roar, they were shaken. Only then did they tighten their grip on the bows and arrows in their hands. After a moment's hesitation, they continued firing wildly at the manor.

After a few more rounds of fire, the manor was finally engulfed by the flames of the manor.

With a crack, a charred figure suddenly rushed out of the manor's main gate and rolled a few times on the ground. The flames on this person's body were quickly extinguished, and he was still hissing continuously.

The sect members were shocked. Some of them drew their bows and prepared to shoot a few more arrows at this person.

"Wait!" Lu Sheng raised his hand and stopped the sect members.

He quickly walked forward to take a look. He could vaguely recognize the person on the ground. It was the scholar he had seen when he passed by the manor.

The scholar's body was covered in blisters, and his face was scalded. But he could still see that he was smiling, and he was laughing loudly.

Seeing Lu Sheng approach, the scholar crouched on the ground and used his trembling hand to write a few words on the ground: I am a human.

"Take him down for treatment. He's a human, not a ghost," Lu Sheng ordered in a low voice.

The order was given, but no one dared to go forward.

After waiting for a while, a few of the more daring gang members came forward and helped the scholar up, inspecting him carefully.

"Wow, this person's tongue was cut off. No wonder he can't speak." An old sect member swallowed and said in astonishment.

Lu Sheng could only recognize this person as the scholar he had seen before by looking at his clothes.

He could easily distinguish between ghosts and living people mainly because of his extremely sensitive five senses. Lu Sheng had three major internal energy skills. Each one of them required at least ten years of hard work for an ordinary person to achieve. With the three of them added together, his internal energy was equivalent to an ordinary person cultivating for more than a hundred years.

This kind of internal energy cultivation allowed his five senses to be amplified to a terrifying degree. Within a range of ten meters, he could even hear the breathing and heartbeat of others clearly.

This was also the key to him discovering that Gong Ruqing and the others were ghosts in the manor.

After discovering this fact, he combined it with the footprints left in front of the main door. Among them, there were only the footprints of the three of them and that Li Shunxi. There were actually no footprints of anyone else.

Although it was night and pitch-black, it still could not stop Lu Sheng's powerful eyesight from noticing these details.

After putting everything together, he had a guess. After that, he carefully observed them one by one. He also smelled the extremely faint scent of Gong Ruqing and the others, which was exactly the same as that of the little girl, Song Yunjuan.

The result was naturally not far from the truth.

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